Major events in the Western Regions Wulin will naturally only shock the Western Regions Wulin and will not affect the Central Plains Wulin.

Three thousand miles of yellow sand will always interrupt the message, so the Heroes Association can deliver the message to all parts of the world and collect it on Mount Huashan.

Yue Buqun was quite curious about this, so he sent out a ray of spiritual consciousness and transferred it to the Western Region through the underworld.

Finally, he placed his trust in the God of Riyu who followed Linghu Lingchong.

The decisive battle between the leader of the Western Demonic Cult and the Happy King was on the site of Loulan Ancient City, which brought a long-lost "prosperity" to this ancient city.

There are people everywhere in the dilapidated ancient city, and there are also camels.

And the smell of urine and feces.

It's just that this place was just a place for a decisive battle. After all, it was a wasteland with no one to take care of it. Naturally, no one built the toilet.

Everyone is just a kid, they just find a place where no one can see them and urinate anywhere.

Moreover, animals like camels don’t care whether anyone is watching or not, and there is no shame in urinating and defecating anywhere.

After people and animals defecate, no one cleans up, and a lot of urine and feces smell accumulates in the feces.

When Linghu Ling rushed to this place, it was already three poles high in the sun, at noon.

The scorching sun in the desert was so hot that it even "boiled" the urine and feces on the streets.

Linghu Lingchong also had to cover his face with a thick towel to block the stench.

Fortunately, there are quite a few people dressed like him in the ancient city of Loulan, so Linghu Lingchong is not considered an outlier.

He found a wine stall and sat down, but Linghu Lingchong asked for a pot of tea.

In this desert martial arts world, the most indispensable thing is probably this restaurant. You can have less water, but you cannot have less wine.

But after so many years since Linghu Lingchong came down the mountain, he still remembered his master's teachings and never drank alcohol. This fact made Yue Buqun very happy.

But there were a lot of people drinking in the wine stall, and they were all drinking wildly. The wine stall didn't buy anything else, it only sold wine.

So Linghu Lingchong failed to get tea in the end, so he could only untie his water bag and sit on a small broken wall next to the wine stall to drink water.

A hunchback saw Linghu Lingchong behaving like this, so he wanted to come up and communicate with him.

"Boy, let's just get out of the house." The hunchback grinned with his black front teeth.

Linghu Lingchong nodded and said nothing to him.

The rivers and lakes are deep, and there are ghosts on the roadsides. Be careful of these strange-looking people.

This is what Chu Dingqing told him many times before he went down the mountain. Linghu Lingchong has been walking in the rivers and lakes for such a period of time and feels that this statement makes sense.

"What? Are you worried that the old man will eat you?"

The hunchback smiled evilly, making it seem as if his joke was not a joke.

"Dare I ask senior Gao's name?" Linghu Lingchong knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he also spoke.

The hunchback laughed: "At Xiamu Peak."

"Yuan is senior Saibei Mingtuo. I wonder what senior has to ask for advice?" Linghu Lingchong's tone was a bit harsh.

The hunchback was also stunned, but then he felt happy.

Okay, it won't take any effort at all. With this kid's temper, it depends on how he handles it. If he gets desperate later, he can directly invite a fight and kill this kid.

Mu Gaofeng's heart brightened, and he was about to speak.

"I don't dare to ask for advice. Old man, my energy and blood are weak. How can I compare with a young man like you who is full of energy? Forget it. I just saw you sitting alone and miserable, so I wanted to buy you a drink. What do you think?"

Gao Feng said with a smile.

"Junior, if you don't want to drink, just drink water. Thank you for being so hospitable, senior." Linghu Lingchong waved his hand.

When Mu Gaofeng heard this, he realized that if the boy didn't follow the path, he would have to deal with it.

As soon as he glanced, someone stood up next to him.

This was his new disciple. He was very clever. He pointed directly at Linghu Lingchong and shouted: "Don't be so shameless, boy. My master invited you to drink. That is giving you a huge face. You can do it now."

If I drink this bowl of wine, I will spare you. If you don't drink this bowl of wine, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

As soon as this kid received Mu Gaofeng's look, he immediately went into a fit, like a hedgehog with exploded fur.

At this time, there were many people in the wine stall, but they all just looked at it and didn't care at all. They all drank their bowls of wine mixed with sand nonchalantly.

In this desert of the Western Regions, the most worthless thing is human life. Everything is more valuable than human life.

"Okay." Linghu Lingchong shouted softly.

歘!

The sword has been drawn, blood is spilled in the wine.

Snap!

A lake of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

It's part of this kid's ear.

Linghu Lingchong still had a kind heart and showed mercy under his sword.

Uh-huh!

The kid covered his broken ear and screamed in pain on the ground.

At this moment, the people in the wine stall cast their eyes over.

He is a master. This is the thought that flashes through everyone's mind.

Mu Gaofeng's face looked extremely pale at this time, both black and white, and he was even more surprised and happy.

What surprised me was that Linghu Lingchong's sword skills just now were like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

Why are you so happy? Naturally, it's Linghu Lingchong's identity. He is the boy who is rumored to be carrying the Taoist Talisman in the Western Regions.

How could he notice it, because he just saw Linghu Lingchong showing half of his face, and he happened to have Linghu Lingchong's portrait in his hand.

The portrait was lifelike, no different from the person he was, and Linghu Lingchong didn't change his appearance, so he recognized his identity.

"Hmph, you're a good boy." Mu Gaofeng grabbed the wailing disciple on the ground and dragged him out of the wine stall.

The boy is very powerful and cannot be confronted head-on. After the duel in Loulan Ancient City is over, he will come again to cause trouble for this boy.

Mu Gaofeng was already calculating in his heart, and his scheming was already born in his heart.

After Demu Gaofeng left, Linghu Lingchong continued to drink water and eat naan.

"Coming, coming, people are coming." A cry came from the long street to the end of the long street.

Who is coming?

Of course they were the two dueling men.

The two of them dueled, and the crowd watching the battle was like the Chinese New Year.

Linghu Lingchong raised his head and looked into the distance.

At the end of the long street, he saw a person walking towards him. This person was none other than the Ding Peng he met that day.

He has a dignified appearance, wearing a black robe, and holding a black sheath scimitar in his hand.

His eyes were sharp, as if lightning was born from them.

Linghu Lingchong knew that this was a sign of practicing martial arts to an extremely deep level.

The separation between humans will be overcome that day.

Ever since Yue Buqun passed down martial arts to all realms, people in the world have called those who have refined themselves into gods.

In this world today, it is rumored that only Shaolin's Wuxiang Monk, Demon Sect's Dongfang Bubai, Wudang's Taoist Chongxu, and Zhuge Zhengwo from the Six Sects have crossed the gap between heaven and man, and refined themselves into falsehood.

god.

Now it seems that the leader of the Western Demon Cult is not bad either.

Linghu Lingchong had his own concerns. After all, he came from a great sect and had the best person in the world to teach him through words and deeds. How could he not understand these things?

Behind the leader of the Western Demon Cult, there were eight people following. Each of these people wore black robes and each held a strange weapon. These eight people were all well-known people and were the eight elders of the Western Demon Cult.

The Western Demonic Cult is able to achieve its current power mainly because they are expanding their territory.

"Hahahaha..." There was a long laugh, and a figure came forward proudly, with a majestic and majestic meaning, breaking into people's eyes.

No one knows the name of Happy King, only his surname is Chai.

His martial arts are so powerful that they have reached the limit of human beings in that day. He has mastered countless martial arts, and everyone who fights against him will be impressed by his profound martial arts.

But people are also very shameless towards him, but even though they are shameless, they are also envious.

Because this person does not hide his lustful heart.

Rumor has it that he must take care of two women every night, and he likes beautiful women. He often recruits beautiful women into his service, rubs his shoulders and legs, plays the flute and the piano for him.

However, this person will not coerce the woman into lusting after her, he will only conquer her with his own color and his own property, and then become a forbidden woman, who can only enjoy it by himself.

Rumor has it that he built a huge walled city in an oasis. There were only three hundred women in the walled city and not a single man.

Every night he would rush to this fortress, even if it was hundreds of miles away, he would rush there all night long.

In addition, this person likes gambling and hunting.

In addition, there is another thing that makes this person most uncomfortable.

For example, the ancient city of Loulan right now.

So as soon as he entered here, his laughter stopped abruptly.
Chapter completed!