The wind and sand swelled and spread quickly, reaching nearby areas. The sand and dust were vast in front of our eyes, and the wind roared in our ears. It was difficult to sense our surroundings keenly.
Seeing the sudden change, Gu Kongshan didn't have time to think too much. The wind and clouds were surging around him, so he rushed into the sandstorm to rescue the Supreme Elder of Zhaixing Tower.
At this moment, a slender and powerful hand blocked his eyes.
Master of the ancient village, don't be impatient and be careful of ambush. Meng Qi said in a deep voice.
Gu Kongshan was an old man in the martial arts world. He heard the elegant meaning of Xiange and immediately thought to himself that he was too reckless. It would be better if everyone from the Demon Sect attacked the Supreme Elder of Zhaixinglou. But if they attacked from the east and west, taking advantage of the wind and sand to cover their senses, they ambush on the way. If you are not careful, you will get angry on the spot.
Although he is the number one master of the righteous path, he also knows that he and Hu Buwei, the leader of the Demon Cult, are between brothers. If he is attacked by him in a sneak attack, he will most likely be injured. Coupled with the new reinforcements of the three deities of heaven, earth and man, it is really Even if you want to escape, you may not be able to escape.
Therefore, we cannot rush forward recklessly, but must proceed cautiously.
Taking a breath, Gukongshan said very gracefully: Thank you Master for reminding us, we will proceed with caution.
With this group of extraordinary people, even if they encounter an ambush, it won't be that dangerous.
However, he was not careless. What if these people were spies of the Demon Cult? Therefore, when Meng Qi and others were preparing to file into the sandstorm, Gu Kongshan opened the box in his arms.
Suddenly, the light of the sword suddenly shone brightly, shining directly into the sky. White clouds gathered in the sky, the surrounding wind turned into a dragon, and the sandstorm disappeared.
As a master of swordsmanship, Meng Qi naturally couldn't help but look over and saw that it was a long sword covered with a layer of pure light, with a simple and unpretentious handle. It seems to be made of ordinary wood, but on the blade side. The light blue pattern shines with a breathtaking light, forming a five-clawed real dragon with a long charm. Under its claws, the clouds rolled and relaxed.
Gu Kongshan took out the Fengyun Knife, put the knife case behind his back, and lightly slashed forward. He saw a violent storm blowing away the sand and dust, revealing a bright road.
Only then did Meng Qi see the other side of the Fengyun Blade, where the dark red light formed a lifelike tiger. Around it, the breeze is lingering.
As expected of the treasure soldier Meng Qi secretly praised, following Jiang Zhiwei and others, they stepped onto the sand-free road opened by Gukong Mountain and crossed the sandstorm.
At the Star Reaching Tower, many tents were blown away, and many disciples were lost in the sandstorm, unable to see clearly or hear sounds. There was no way to rescue each other, so we had to guard the door and carefully move closer to the place where the wind and sand were weaker.
Near the main tent, demonic energy lingered. The jet-black galloping blocked out the Star-Zhaing Building owner and several elders and disciples who arrived one step late.
Some of the three statues of heaven, earth and man appeared in the wind and sand. Some are polluting the falling stars, and some are filled with demonic energy. Not afraid of pain, not afraid of trauma. The flesh and blood continued to squirm and recover, blocking the owner of Zhaixing Tower and others who were desperately trying to rescue him.
In a hurry, although the masters who came from the Star Reaching Tower were superior in number, they were unable to move forward.
In the tent, an old man with white hair and beard was glaring angrily at the middle-aged man in front of him. Streams of blood were secreted from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears. The silver-white metal gloves on his hands were being covered with strands of deep black blood. The demonic energy is entangled and bound, making it difficult to exert its power.
The middle-aged man opposite him was unusually thin. He pressed his palms into the wisps of deep demonic energy, as if there was nothing there, as if he had melted into it.
The frail middle-aged man had strange blood and sweat on his forehead. He didn't look relaxed, but he had a relaxed smile on his face as he looked behind the white-haired old man.
Behind the white-haired old man, Yun Tingfeng's long hair was spread out, his thick eyebrows spread out, and he grasped the other man's shoulders with both hands.
It can be seen that the white-haired old man's muscles are constantly undulating, as if something is pouring into Yun Tingfeng's body rapidly.
Next to the middle-aged and thin man, Su Yuanying's eyebrows were open, and his green vertical eyes were very demonic. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Lying at his feet were two captured female disciples of Zhaixinglou, their white skirts fluttering. Gu Xiaosang looked at all this with a smile, looking careless.
After a few breaths, the white-haired old man's muscles shriveled, and he slowly fell to the ground as if all his energy had been lost. His eyes were confused and his mouth was hoarse: Devil, devil.
The middle-aged and thin man was not careless. The deep and terrifying demonic aura always enveloped the silver-white metal gloves. He did not let out a sigh of relief until he took them off the old man's hands.
A flash of bright red flashed across Yun Tingfeng's face, and it disappeared immediately. He caressed his palm with satisfaction and said: Leader, what should we do next
This middle-aged, thin man is none other than the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.
Hu Buwei showed a smile: "Three of you are extremely skilled in martial arts. I'm lucky to have your help this time."
After a brief compliment, he said solemnly: Gu Kongshan and others are about to arrive. We don't have the strength to compete head-on, so we must withdraw immediately. As long as the day of the seal of the Demon Tomb passes, they will be unable to recover.
In order not to be caught up by them and snatch the Star Reacher back, we divided our troops into four groups, using virtual and real forces to disperse their strength. As long as the Star Reacher is brought back to the Holy Volcano and suppressed in the Demon Graveyard, then everything will be done.
When that time comes, this sect will be very grateful to the three of them. No matter whether it is magical weapons, secret elixirs, crystals of demonic energy, or beautiful disciples, we will never be stingy.
Yun Tingfeng handed over his hand coolly: But it depends on the leader's orders.
Gu Xiaosang, who used the name Xiao Zi to show off to others, said with a smile but not a smile: "That's what the little girl meant."
The strong wind stirred, the clouds emptied, Gu Kongshanxu slashed the Fengyun knife, and finally opened the way to the Star Reaching Tower, and saw the swaying and chaotic station.
Elder Qi, the owner of Luo Tower, and Gu Kongshan saw the owner of Zhaixing Tower who was about to chase him into the sandstorm.
Hearing Gu Kongshan's voice, Lord Luo was stunned, then turned around excitedly and said: Lord Guzhuang, Elder Qi of the inferior sect was surrounded and killed by demons, and the Star Picker was also snatched away.
Although they had expected it, Gu Kongshan, Meng Qi and others couldn't help but be shocked.
At this moment, with sword aura flying horizontally and streamers flying, the head of the Wanjian Sect and the old man guarding the gate of Xiaoyue Sect each arrived from different directions with several elders.
Gu Kongshan didn't have time to say hello, so he asked Master Luo sternly.
The head of the Wanjian Sect is a graceful middle-aged beautiful woman, while the old man guarding the Xiaoyue Sect is a rickets-backed man. They didn’t interrupt the old man whose wrinkles could kill mosquitoes. While listening, I asked others what happened.
Lord Luo was stunned by Gu Kongshan's question. He said in a daze: They divided their troops into four groups and fled from four directions. I don’t know who has the star-catching hand.
Gu Kongshan understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. But in this kind of thing, there is really no way to predict in advance which way the star-catching hand will go, and he can't gamble. Once he miscalculates, it will be doomed: In this case, let's split up. pursuit. Who else was accompanying Hu Buwei in which direction he was escaping
At this time, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, and he decided to chase the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.
Louzhu Luo calmed down and spoke very quickly: Hu Buwei is alone. In that direction, Tianzun will go with the stranger with open eyebrows. Renzun will go with the man with disheveled hair. Dizun will go with the woman in the white dress.
Gu Kongshan did not hesitate and said directly: I will follow Hu Buwei all the way with you.
A single horse may not be able to win back
Then he looked at the leader of the Wanjian Sect and said: Madam Huan, please lead the elders of our sect to chase Tianzun, and be careful of strangers with open eyebrows. He can attack the soul directly.
Mrs. Huan nodded solemnly and said: Don't worry, Taihua Sword can kill the essence of the soul.
She didn't hesitate, and immediately took the two elders to chase Tianzun and Su Yuanying, while the remaining two went back to make arrangements for strict guarding and advancement.
The owner of the ancient village. We chase human dignity. The old man guarding the Xiaoyue Gate didn't want to waste time and said straightforwardly.
Gu Kongshan nodded and said: Be careful with the man with loose hair, he can absorb internal energy through physical contact.
The old man Shouque kept it in mind. Turned around and left, leaving some elders to go back and stabilize people's hearts.
Gu Kongshan originally planned to let several elders from Zhaixinglou chase after Di Zun. But then I remembered that Meng Qi and his gang had mysterious origins and could not be trusted. If you stay here, trouble may not happen, so he said in a deep voice: Please chase after the Earth Lord, and send two colleagues from Zhaixing Tower to help.
One is surveillance, and the other is that the desert is vast, and people who are not familiar with the terrain can easily be thrown away.
Okay, the ancient owner. This time Luo Shengyi did not come forward. After Zhang Yuanshan exchanged glances with Meng Qi and others, he immediately agreed.
This is a great opportunity to kill Gu Xiaosang. It's rare that they split up.
Gu Kongshan did not dare to delay any longer, nodded slightly, and with the storm surging, he led Lord Luo to chase after Hu Buwei.
Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said: Brother Zhang, you and Zhenzhen should go back to Fengyunzhuang. She has just opened her eyesight and her Qinggong skills are not good enough. It is difficult to keep up with this kind of pursuit. And we can't worry about her being alone.
At this critical moment of chasing the enemy, she did not hesitate, did not take detours, and did not take care of Fu Zhenzhen's face.
Meng Qi felt sad after hearing this. Fortunately, he had listened to her advice and worked hard on Qinggong in exchange for the Eight Steps of Divine Walking and the Wind God Kick. Otherwise, he would be the one left behind at this time.
Zhang Yuanshan has always understood the general situation, and after a moment of thought, he said: If something happens, send out a signal.
Jiang Zhiwei is about to go down the mountain for a trip, and she must have Xijian Pavilion's unique signaling items with her.
Fu Zhenzhen's face was slightly gloomy, but he could understand it. He didn't say anything, and just took a small candle each to Meng Qiqi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei.
Afterwards, Meng Qi and others, led by the two elders of Zhaixing Tower, headed in the direction where Gu Xiaosang and Di Zun escaped.
Along the way, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan benefited a lot from Luo Shengyi and Jiang Zhiwei's ability to identify traces. It turned out that the difference between the two of them was not only in martial arts, but also in the unique traces of the two Star-Zhaing Tower elders in the desert. Expertise made Meng Qi sigh with emotion. If he had had such an experience earlier, there would be no need to worry about being caught up by An Guoxie.
Perhaps Di Zun and Gu Xiaosang were in a hurry when they escaped. Although they had obviously taken care of the traces, there were still clues that prevented a few people from following them. In the evening, the sun set in the west and shone on a field covered with thick yellow sand. On top of the ruins.
This ruins has a radius of dozens of miles, and there are all kinds of desert-specific buildings, but they have long been decayed and tattered, covered by yellow sand, leaving only their outlines. In the center of the ruins, a shabby temple stands unchanged for hundreds of years. .
The dark red twilight fell on the ruins, creating a burning scene, spectacular, desolate and vast.
What relic is this? How did Gu Xiaosang and the others escape here? Meng Qi and others had this question in their minds at the same time. . .