The wind grows a little bit louder.
At first it seemed like a whisper far away in the sky, and then it became denser, like a spring silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves, itching the ears.
Later, it became louder and louder, as if thousands of monsters and monsters were crying together, which was very frightening.
The gust of wind in the desert kept whimpering, but the people under the sand dunes were completely shrouded in heavy silence, and only a few sand bandits could hear the trembling and violent breathing.
After a long time, someone trembled and said, "The one on the right is Lu Chao, right?"
"No, impossible!"
Qian San clenched the blood-stained long knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Lu Chao died a long time ago. The whole town has seen his body... What the hell is this!"
Lu Chao should be Lu Wanxing's elder brother's name.
"Watch out."
Wen Hemian coughed lightly, "The one on the right has no breath and is not a human being."
"As expected of Elder Wen, good vision."
The man on the left with a black veil covering his face smirked, his voice seemed to have been burnt by flames, his voice was hoarse: "It's a pity that the elder has become a waste now, and he actually needs the younger disciple to protect him, pitiful. ."
Wen Hemian's eyes dimmed slightly and did not respond.
"Wen, Elder Wen?"
Qian San's voice suddenly rose to the top: "You, are you the senior Wen Hemian of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?! I remember that you and the Daoist Jue Ming are indistinguishable friends—"
old man.
He Zhizhou's mouth twitched.
This man is a middle-aged and strong man with five big and three thick, while Wen Hemian has a clear and thin face. From the outside, he can be called a "youth" at best, but now Qian Sancheng is afraid to call him "old senior", no matter how you look at it. All kind of funny.
Lu Wanxing had also heard of Wen Hemian's name, still holding the compass in his hands, looking up at him with round eyes.
"It is full of demonic energy, and it also carries the unique spiritual energy of Xianmen."
Wen Hemian's dark eyes were quiet, and he suppressed his usual gentle smile. Compared with the other party's rough and strange voice, his voice echoed like a spring: "I don't know who you are?"
What aura
He Zhizhou was dazed and concentrated, but he could only feel the waves of demonic breath on that person.
The man obviously did not expect that such a weak breath would be detected by him, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then burst into a loud laugh: "Hahaha! As expected of you, it seems that although you have become a waste, you are still alive. So useful."
He said for a while, and the irony in his tone was even stronger: "After all, he is a genius who is famous in the whole world of self-cultivation!"
He Zhizhou was disgusted and sneered: "Yes, yes, unlike you, you will never be able to make a name for yourself in your life. In the end, people enjoy the blessings of the Xuanxu faction, but you are pitifully living outside the Demon Realm, and you can't even show your little face. Speaking of this, I really want to thank you for the black cloth on your face, without it, the entire desert's appearance would have fallen a lot because of you."
Lin Xun was stunned when he heard it. Fortunately, his personality was much more reliable than He Zhizhou. He turned his head and asked Wen Hemian seriously: "Master, what do you mean...he was originally a righteous person, but later entered the devil's way?"
Lu Wanxing was stunned when he thought of something.
She was originally the most inconspicuous one among all of them. She was thin and small, and her cultivation base was low. At this time, she took a step forward with a pale face and stood in front of everyone.
A gust of wind whistled past, and the dark mist obscured the sunlight.
She looked up at the man above the sand dunes, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you..."
He Zhizhou looked at her back, and for some reason, his heart started beating wildly.
He always had a feeling that a secret that had been buried for many years was finally about to be revealed slowly because of Lu Wanxing's inquiry.
The girl's thin back was trembling, Lu Wanxing clenched her sleeves tightly, took a deep breath, and said the name that was so unfamiliar but that had appeared in my mind countless times: "Liu... Xiu Yuan?"
"Liu Xiuyuan? You said that you were the only survivor of that accident?"
He Zhizhou was stunned, his eyes full of confusion: "Didn't he die long ago?"
"Isn't there still a lot of fake death escapes in the cultivation world? It's said that he died of serious injuries at home, but how many people have seen his body?"
Lu Wanxing's tone was hurried, and after speaking, with a somewhat uncontrollable cry, she raised her finger and pointed to the man exactly like her brother on the dune.
"Have you seen that thing? Since they can create such a dummy now, when the fairy and the devil are fighting... why can't they?!"
The moment I heard this sentence suddenly, a force hit my chest heavily.
Not only He Zhizhou, but also Lin Xun's expression changed: "What do you mean—"
Yup.
No matter what the puppet-shaped dummy on the dune is, since he has been made into the appearance of Lu Wanxing's brother, does that mean...
When her brother was still alive, the demons had already created such a thing
… No way.
If so, wouldn't it be—
"You, look!"
Lu Wanxing showed unprecedented excitement, trembling all over and handing over the compass that he had been holding in his hand, his voice trembling so hard that he could not hear clearly: "This is my brother's compass. The direction of the compass is where the other compass is."
The needle of the compass shook violently with her arm.
He Zhizhou clearly saw that the pointer pointed to the deeper part of the desert.
More dangerous, more distant depths.
"Another compass... in the desert."
A tear fell hastily from her cheek, Lu Wanxing gritted his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "The person who escaped from the desert that night did not have a compass at all. Can you understand? When I faced him... Pointer Always pointing in the opposite direction."
"That's why you," Lin Xun looked at her blankly, the thousands of thoughts in his mind piled up into a mountain, and it exploded at this moment, "So you have been walking into the depths of the desert regardless of your safety for so many years?"
It turned out to be so.
He had always wondered, since Lu Wanxing could see that their group was not lowly cultivated, why did he steal the money bag so unabashedly, and he didn't hide it after that, as if he was deliberately letting them find it.
What if she did it on purpose
Her cultivation base is low, and it is absolutely impossible for her to go deep into the desert by herself. She can only walk with powerful cultivators.
Lu Wanxing thought that they were thieves who came to hunt for treasures, and took this clumsy method as an opportunity to propose that they could lead the way as a guide.
So there are so many valuable treasures in her storage bag, but she insists on risking herself and breaking into the desert again and again.
From the very beginning, Lu Wanxing's purpose was not to steal.
A thought was quietly hidden in her mind.
A wild and unpredictable idea that will only be ridiculed and teased by others.
For it, Lu Wanxing persisted for more than ten years.
"When the war was chaotic, I heard that Liu Xiuyuan was seriously injured and claimed that he wanted to see his hometown before he died."
Wen Hemian's normally steady breath was unusually chaotic, and his voice became heavier: "Not long after, news of death came from his hometown."
The implication is that almost everyone has never seen his body.
During that time, it was the final decisive battle. Countless cultivators sacrificed their lives and died. The mere death of Liu Xiuyuan seemed to be a wave submerged in the sea, which was not unusual.
The man standing on the sand dune laughed, his strange voice was like cutting a stone with a knife.
He seemed to be more proud than before, after a brief pause, he raised his hand and pulled the black cloth covering his face.
"Do you know that when you have successfully deceived everyone, only you can know the excitement and ecstasy, and no one can tell it, how painful it is?"
Under the black cloth, there is an extremely strange face.
Half of his face is a white young man, and the other side is covered with traces of burning fire.
Wen Hemian's eyes finally burst into anger, and he said his name in a deep voice: "Liu Xiuyuan."
"After so many years, I really want to see with my own eyes, what kind of expressions you will show when you know that you have been tricked by me."
He kept giggling as he spoke: "Yes, yes, that's what you want! Be more angry! I'm the murderer of your friend! Cassia's face when he learned that he was betrayed was amazing, those who led the way. The townspeople too, all of them are buried in the desert, but they have to bear eternal infamy, how miserable and pitiful!"
When He Zhizhou heard his fists clenched tightly, there was a clicking sound from his bones.
"I'd like to introduce to you first. The one next to me is a traditional craftsman in the devil world, called 'human puppet'."
Liu Xiuyuan didn't seem to have any sense of urgency, and explained carelessly: "It looks exactly like a real person, doesn't it? When I reached a cooperation with the Demon Race, they used this thing to clear the suspicion for me, and put all the blame on it. On those townspeople. To be honest, it worked, and I'm satisfied."
"You fucking bastard! It's not human! Uncle Day!"
Qian San couldn't listen anymore, he swung the knife in his hand and threw it towards the sand dunes, only to be dodged by Liu Xiuyuan with a sideways smile, "Don't be so excited."
"But the demons didn't treat you kindly, did they?"
Wen Hemian should have been furious after years of old friends died here.
But he just looked at Liu Xiuyuan indifferently, his body was straight, his white clothes broke through the rich darkness around him.
Only he himself knew that the right hand hidden under the sleeve had been clenched unknowingly, and the fingertips had sunk into the flesh, overflowing with hot blood.
"The devilish energy is like poison, and it is tantamount to torture after entering the body."
Wen Hemian said: "As for your face and voice, you must be poisoned by some kind of evil. At your level, you won't feed yourself poison, right? Let me guess, you think the demons will give gold and silver magic weapons as a gift. As a reward, I didn’t expect that I would only get a dose of poison, and I had no choice but to become a slave for their use?”
Xu Shi's mind was completely exposed, and the complacent look he had previously faded abruptly, and Liu Xiuyuan's expression changed instantly.
"Your mouth is disgusting enough."
The man standing at the top of the dune grinned: "Take a good look when I tear it off."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were several figures moving around.
When He Zhizhou watched intently, dozens of human-shaped puppets rushed out of the darkness, including the one on the sand dune before, and dashed towards this side with a knife in hand.
The sand bandits raised their knives to fight, Liu Xiuyuan mobilized the spell, which caused a burning fire, and laughed loudly: "I am enough to deal with you. How-"
The rest of the words were swallowed in a hurry before they had time to exit.
He Zhizhou drew his sword and rushed forward, leaving no time to finish his lines at all. For a while, the sword energy and the firelight overlapped, illuminating the dark desert.
Lu Wanxing looked at Lin Xun beside him and murmured, "Are we all going to die here?"
As soon as she finished asking, seeing the hesitant look on the latter's face, she already knew the answer in her heart.
The compass in his hand shook vigorously.
The girl raised her head and glanced at Liu Xiuyuan quickly, gripped the compass tightly, and ran wildly into the depths of the desert without warning.
Anyway, it's death both vertically and horizontally. It's better to see the deep-rooted obsession in your mind before you die.
What's more... The needle is shaking more and more violently, and another compass is not far away.
"Miss Lu!"
Right now, the fight between He Zhizhou and Liu Xiuyuan is obviously the more important party.
Lin Xun hurriedly called out her name, and after weighing the two, he chose to leap to He Zhizhou's side and draw his sword to help.
Liu Xiuyuan was right, the two of them were not his opponents.
Jin Dan was already fighting against Nascent Soul by leaps and bounds, not to mention that Liu Xiuyuan was swept away by the demonic qi, and the black aura mixed with the flames blew, and he could have a thousand strength.
There were lightning and fire all around, Lin Xun couldn't dodge, was hit hard in the chest, and fell to the ground under the pressure.
He Zhizhou is slightly better than him, but his state is also very bad, and he must not be able to support it for too long;
After many days of recuperation, and supplemented by the immortal grass that Ning Ning brought back, Wen Hemian has recovered a few parts of his cultivation.
As for Lu Wanxing—
Lin Xun's bones were sore in pain, and his mouth was full of the taste of blood. The moment the name appeared in my mind, I heard a loud noise that was overwhelming.
what is this sound
With a trance of consciousness, he lay on the ground and turned his head.
Then in the next moment, the pupils suddenly shrank.
In the distance as far as the eye can see, in the rolling sand dunes, a small hill was knocked down with a bang, and the yellow sand fluttered, and the specific appearance of it could not be seen clearly.
He concentrated his consciousness, and in the gradually clear vision, he saw the thin back of the little girl.
Lu Wanxing was waving his fist, hitting the sand dune with all his strength. Her hands were covered in blood, but she didn't stop.
Then the mound began to tremble and collapsed in sequence from the upper level. When only one-tenth of the height was left, she finally stopped waving her fists, but stretched out her hand and pulled out the yellow sand little by little.
Lin Xun coughed out a mouthful of blood and heard the sound of He Zhizhou falling to the ground and Liu Xiuyuan's laugh.
The gravel is like the sea surface at low tide, slowly falling far and far away. He forced his eyes to look, and in the endless yellow sand, he saw a touch of white.
Lin Xun thought it was an illusion.
But Lu Wanxing was equally stunned, and then he increased his speed and tried his best to scrape away the sand.
The first thing that came out was a crawling skeleton.
Then the second one, the third one.
It is very strange that these people, who have long since lost their breath, are actually tightly packed into a group before dying, and their bodies are close to each other, with almost no gaps.
As if... trying to protect something.
Lu Wanxing's actions continued.
When the sand was about to be ripped apart, something seemed to fall to the ground from a certain skeleton.
Lin Xun saw her bow her head, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
And behind the skeleton, who was tightly surrounded by everyone was also a person who had been dead for a long time.
He knelt on the ground, his leg bones were broken, and the bones in front of him were in a mess, but his back was straight, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and he was protecting something.
Lin Xun saw it clearly.
It was a sword that was all white and gleamed in the darkness.
The secrets that have been hidden for many years are finally revealed at this moment.
He saw Cassia and his Sword of Punishment.
"This is my brother."
Lu Wanxing stared at the skeleton beside Jue Ming for a long time, then suddenly turned to look at them, over and over again, wondering if he was talking to them or crying to himself: "Did you see this? It's... my brother."
She has been struggling for too many years with an illusory and baseless idea.
Whenever he wanted to give up, Lu Wanxing would think of the late night when he parted with his brother for no reason.
Due to his father's early death and his mother's frail health, his brother who took on the burden of the family early is the greatest hero in Lu Wanxing's heart.
That day, she always felt panic and pulled her brother's sleeves motionless. Lu Chao looked at her for a while, and suddenly asked softly, "Wanxing, do you remember what Daddy said?"
Her father was a sour-speaking scholar, who was out of tune with the aggressive temperament in the desert. He often told the two children some succinct words that people couldn't understand.
Lu Wanxing didn't like to listen to it since he was a child, and after his father died trying to save people, he never heard it again.
She was still young at that time, so she couldn't remember those long, eloquent sentences, she turned around in confusion in her head, and finally raised her head and answered him in a tender voice: "Daddy said, be a good person! "
The older brother seemed to laugh at the time.
He smiled beautifully, his eyes were gently bent into crescent shapes, and he leaned over to touch her head.
"Yes. Don't forget it."
On the occasion of parting, Lu Chao said to her, "Wanxing, be a good person."
Then the night infiltrated the tall and straight shadow of the young man, and she watched the hero in her heart gradually be swallowed by the darkness, and finally disappeared.
After a long time, Lu Wanxing suddenly thought that maybe when he left, he knew that there was a high probability that he would not come back.
But he still moved forward step by step unswervingly, and even when he was about to die, he did not forget the words he promised her.
- When the Demon God came to the world and Ju Ming was seriously injured, judging from the posture between the skeletons, it was his first body that was dragging his dying body forward a little bit, protecting the Sword of Punishment with his body.
Immediately after that, more and more people moved forward, and the fragile flesh and blood built barriers, allowing the sword that could slay thousands of demons to survive in the world.
They knew that they would die, and they could only use this method to protect the cultivators' desperate hope of killing the demons.
It's a pity that God's will tricked them, and all these brave warriors who died generously became sinners who were spurned by others.
"Caesar and Zhuxie Sword, Oh Huo."
Liu Xiuyuan grinned and smiled even more happily: "I still wonder why they disappeared, it turned out to be buried in such a place - thank you very much this girl, if I can communicate with them, my future life will be settled! "
Xu Shi saw Lu Wanxing's red eyes, he clicked his tongue and sighed, and he walked towards her step by step.
"I know you are very sad. My brother has done so many things, but he is regarded as a heinous traitor. I am also very sad, but... A secret should be a secret. After today, no one will know, right?"
"I'm going to fuck your mother!"
Qian San's eyes were blood red, and the blue veins on his face burst out. He raised his fist and slammed Liu Xiuyuan: "What kind of secret is this, I'm here!"
How could Liu Xiuyuan care about ordinary people like this, his demonic energy overflowed from his sneer, and he slammed Qian San far away without any extra action.
He wanted to move on.
However, when Qian San fell to the ground, another figure stepped forward and blocked the way: "I saw it too."
"So is Lao Tzu! You are a turtle bastard, what are you pretending to be? Yin and Yang are weird and don't speak human words, you are sick!"
"I know too! What's the point of attacking a little girl? Disgusting!"
"I'm ○ you ○○○○○!"
Two, three, four.
The sand bandits with knives stepped forward one by one, blocking the way between Gudui and Liu Xiuyuan, blocking the latter's way, like an indestructible city wall.
"Just you?"
Liu Xiuyuan sneered: "It's beyond your own power to hit a stone with an egg. Not only you, but even that group of monks is in my pocket—how many people have they come this time? Six or seven? If they fall into an ambush, they all have to die."
When he opened his mouth, his fingertips moved, and the white thunder light flew forward like a phantom. Seeing that he was about to hit a person's chest, he was caught off guard when a white shadow suddenly struck.
The two forces collided, and they all dissipated as a cloud of smoke.
It was a sword light.
Liu Xiuyuan frowned impatiently and looked at the source of the sword qi.
He thought that the one who launched this attack would be the impatient and higher-level He Zhizhou.
However, the smoke billows, and the one who stood up in the gust of wind was the young demon cultivator who always seemed to be timid.
He held the blood-stained sword in his right hand and clenched his left hand tightly, and a few wisps of white light leaked from the gap between his fingers.
It was a round night pearl.
Lin Xun raised his hand and stood up straight, and in the unbearable pain, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips.
Is he afraid
Of course afraid.
He was timid and cowardly, and was secretly ridiculed by many people, saying that he was the most useless waste in the Dragon Palace.
But even if he is like this, there are people and things that he wants to protect.
He has witnessed all the past events buried in the depths of the desert.
He knew all the sacrifices that had been misinterpreted and forgotten.
He wanted to tell them honestly that everything was being witnessed.
Those unspoken beliefs will never become secrets.
Even if he died, he... didn't want to run away.
Lin Xun clenched the long sword in his hand, and the sound of the sword hummed, causing a faint light from the Zhuxie Sword in the distance.
Sword energy surged up, like growing vines passing through his body, the dragon clan boy seemed to hear the sound of his own blood flowing, almost subconsciously, clenched his left hand tightly.
Compared with the seniors who were buried in the sand, it was not pitch black beside him.
No matter what, there is this light with him.
As for now.
It was his turn to save the man who brought this light to him.
Lin Xun held his breath and lowered his eyes, feeling the surging sword intent in his body, filling every inch of flesh and blood.
The speed of his sword was never as fast as it is today. The snow-white sword energy reflected the sky and the earth like day.
The white light was depicted little by little, and a roaring shadow suddenly appeared in the dark mid-air.
The movement is like lightning, the force is like a gale, the coercion scattered in all directions draws huge waves to empty—
For a moment, all voices were silent.
The distant figure gradually became clear.
A sand bandit opened his eyes wide, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "This is, is a dragon!"