Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Wang Zheliu's wicked servants and lackeys deserve to die, but this man's disappearance still makes everyone's heart tighten.

Although the group did not explicitly agree to travel together, they tacitly stayed together as they entered the desert.

The infamous Jinloushaxu was too well-known.

A year ago, those ten martial arts masters who ventured deep into the region together were almost all wiped out. In the end, only Mr. Jiuzhang escaped, but he didn't live long either.

Each of them believed their martial arts skills were not low, but they did not think they had ten pairs of eyes and ten pairs of arms, capable of defending against attacks from behind or from anywhere else in the vast desert.

"Besides, even tigers need to nap at night, so it's best to have someone look after each other."

So everyone tacitly agreed to travel together. Even if some of them had their own ulterior motives, they all felt that it wouldn't be too late to talk about it after they found the Golden Tower and Sand Ruins.

The fact that someone has suddenly disappeared means that someone has made a move against them.

"Be careful, everyone. Whether it's ghosts or bandits lurking in this desert, it seems... they can't hold back any longer."

Li Fu said in a deep voice, scanning the swirling yellow sand around him.

"The injured are the easiest targets. It's the easiest way to operate on them. If we look for them, they may have already met with misfortune."

The group immediately followed the faint traces and soon found the dying servant a few dozen steps away.

He lay on the sand, a large pool of blood beneath him staining the gravel red. His face was ashen, and even his eyebrows trembled in terror.

Upon seeing the group, he struggled, making low, hoarse sounds in his throat: "Ghosts...ghosts! Sand...ghosts in the desert!"

As he spoke, he desperately turned his head to look behind him, his eyes unfocused and filled with extreme fear.

Following his gaze, everyone saw only endless yellow sand, nothing at all.

Wang Zheliu strode forward: "What happened?!"

The wicked servant used his last bit of strength to speak haltingly.

"Someone...blew cold air on the back of my neck...I...I was startled and then stabbed..."

Turning around... I turned around but... I didn't see anything... A ghost... It must be a ghost...

As he spoke, his head lolled to the side, and he died, his face frozen with the deep-seated horror that had gripped him in his final moments.

This description sent chills down everyone's spine.

Imagine this: in the vast desert, a sudden chill blows down your neck, and you feel a sharp pain in your lower back as if you've been stabbed. You turn around, hoping to see the culprit, but you can't see a single person, only a sea of ​​sand. It's as if a ghost or monster has struck.

...Just thinking about this scene sends chills down my spine.

Li Fu crouched down and carefully examined the footprints in the sand around the body, his brow furrowed: "Something's not right... there are no murderer's footprints on the ground."

There were only the footprints of the deceased nearby.

"What kind of person can walk without leaving footprints? Could it be... the work of a ghost?"

One of Gao Yuanshan's disciples trembled in his voice.

"fart!"

The old man with the raging fire roared, "This is all a charade! Someone with exceptional lightness skills must have used the sandstorm as cover to stab and kill, then retreated and disappeared into the dust to avoid being seen!"

Even so, his eyes were solemn.

The old Taoist Chongling of the Laoshan Sect frowned deeply: "If that's really the case, this lightness skill... it's probably reached the legendary level of walking on snow without leaving a trace and moving as fast as lightning, it's truly terrifying!"

Although the monks of Famen Temple and the Taoist priests of Laoshan Mountain despised the deceased's deeds in life, they still chanted scriptures to help him pass on to the afterlife.

Looking at the frozen terror on the face of the deceased, an invisible gloom enveloped everyone's heart.

The wind and sand howled, seemingly mixed with the mournful wails of ghosts, each sound pounding on everyone's taut nerves.

"Keep going."

Li Fudao.

"From this moment forward, none of us shall be left alone. No matter what happens, if we discover anything unusual, we must immediately raise the alarm, and others must provide assistance at the first opportunity!"

Whatever lies behind the treasure of Jinloushaxu.

Since these people have come for the treasure, they will naturally help him find out about it.

Furthermore, as a constable, he could never allow any murderer to kill in front of him.

Right now, only the wicked are suffering; who knows, in a little while, good people might also be affected.

Among the crowd, Li Fu, though young,

However, his previous display of martial arts skills, coupled with his sweeping gaze across the crowd, gave him an inexplicable air of authority when he spoke.

It was as if, in a situation where a murderer was killing people, one should obey his orders, and no one understood better than him what to do in this situation.

"That's right, we can't be left alone, or we'll give them an opportunity to strike!"

"This desert is dangerous, so we all stay together so we can look out for each other."

The suggestion was very reasonable, and the old man with the blazing fire and the monks and Taoists all agreed and nodded.

Gong Xiaoshang then looked Li Fu up and down, and seeing his serious and authoritative expression, she seemed to have a vague idea of ​​his identity.

The group rallied and continued on their journey.

As the sun began to set, twilight descended quickly on the desert, and the daylight dwindled rapidly.

Just as everyone was about to find a place to set up camp and rest for the night, they heard a heart-wrenching scream.

"ah--!"

Li Fu, the Old Man of Fiery Flames, and the monks and Taoists all changed their expressions abruptly and shot towards the source of the sound like arrows released from a bow.

However, about seven or eight zhang away from everyone, a young Taoist priest from the Laoshan Sect was also stabbed in the back, his face as pale as paper, and he was about to die.

As he lay dying, he grasped the hand of one of the old Taoist priests, his hand trembling, like a terrified child instinctively snuggling up to an elder.

"Master...Master! There's a ghost! There's...there's a ghost!"

Li Fuqian remembered that the young Taoist priest was furious and wanted to take action when the Old Man of Fiery Flame casually criticized the unique skills of their Laoshan sect.

Now, however, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was completely at a loss.

As the Taoist priest Chongling watched his beloved disciple die in a horrified state, his body grew cold, his heart ached, and he wished he could take his place. Tears streamed down his face.

"What's going on? Didn't I repeatedly tell you to be vigilant about your surroundings at all times?!"

Why...why is this happening?!

The young Taoist priest spoke in broken, intermittent voices, his eyes filled with immense confusion and fear.

"It's getting dark... I haven't gone far... I want to look around... see if there's any firewood... and maybe scare away some snakes and insects..."

…My master and the others were right behind me, so I wasn't on guard…but…but still…a stab in the back…Master…there's something fishy going on…”

His head lolled to the side, and he died in the old Taoist's arms.

Another person has died. Unlike the wicked servant who died before, this is a disciple of a reputable sect, a monk who has left home to live a life of seclusion. He died tragically at such a young age.

A sense of grief, indignation, and chill rose in everyone's hearts!

"Did anyone see anything?" Li Fu asked.

"It's getting dark...no..."

"I didn't see it."

"hateful!"

After a long day of travel, stopping to rest and spend the night is a time to relax, and since it was already dark, everyone said they didn't see anything.

The old Taoist Chongling was filled with grief and indignation. He looked around with his sword in hand, as if he wished a ghost would jump out so that he could see and touch it and avenge his disciple. He roared.

"You cowardly rat, how dare you plot against my disciple! You despicable and shameless scoundrel!"

come out!

"If you have the guts, come out and fight me, this old Taoist priest, to the death."

The mournful howl echoed through the sandstorm, but no one answered.