The night in the desert is so quiet that it is incomparable with the splendid and prosperous China. There are no chirping insects at night, no roaring tigers in the mountains and forests, and there is no other sound except the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the sand.
puff!
Ye Xiaochuan stopped, stepped on the soft yellow sand, and stood alone on a sand dune. It was empty all around, as if he was the only one left in this barren land under the stars.
.
He looked back and didn't see the large army behind him.
"Yang Ling'er and the others have lost track of them, right?"
Ye Xiaochuan muttered.
He has a keen sixth sense. At this moment, he feels very bad. He does not feel the murderous intention directed at him, but the feeling of approaching danger is getting stronger.
He didn't dare to go any further. He knew that he was just a bait. If he went further, he might not catch the fish, but the bait would be dragged away by the big fish.
Suddenly, at this moment, his consciousness seemed to notice something was wrong, about three miles due west.
"Is there anyone?"
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked, and immediately restrained his breath, not even daring to let out his consciousness, and lay motionless on the yellow sand.
After waiting for a stick of incense, Yang Ling'er and the others behind them hadn't caught up yet. This made Ye Xiaochuan angry and angry. He was definitely lost! Could it be that Yang Ling'er and Baili Yuan were the same as each other and had no sense of direction?
What's your reaction?
Thinking that Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er seemed to have a good relationship in private, Ye Xiaochuan became more convinced of this idea. After all, there is some truth in the saying that people of the same kind flock together.
His guess was correct, Yang Ling'er and the others had lost track of them.
Yang Ling'er sent Ye Xiaochuan to explore the way ahead, while she led nine female disciples from Piaomiao Pavilion to follow Ye Xiaochuan seven or eight miles away. It was okay at the beginning, and Ye Xiaochuan could be vaguely seen.
figure.
But after climbing over a large sand dune, Ye Xiaochuan could no longer be seen.
Ye Xiaochuan was timid and was afraid that the magic weapon's glorious light would be seen by the disciples of the Demon Cult, so he just used his body skills to rush.
Sometimes having a high level of cultivation is also a bad thing. When he used the Ju Chi Tian Ya Shen Technique, he could simply step on the snow without leaving a trace. He couldn't even leave a single footprint on the sand. It was dark, surrounded by undulating sand dunes, and the distance was relatively small.
Far away, it would be strange if Yang Ling'er and the others didn't follow them.
As early as half an hour ago, Yang Ling'er led nine female disciples and had shifted the direction of Ye Xiaochuan and headed southwest. They were now almost a hundred miles away from Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan waited and waited, but did not wait for Yang Ling'er. He planned to retreat, but he was very curious about who was in front of him. If it was really a disciple of the Demon Cult lurking nearby, no matter what, he would find out clearly.
Seeing that it was still early before dawn, he panicked and murmured: "If you die, you will die!"
Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level is extremely high, and with his restrained aura, it is quite difficult for others to find his traces. Unless a peerless master whose cultivation level is much higher than him opens his consciousness, he may be able to discover his existence.
He was like Voldemort, crawling on the sand. He swore that if he could go back alive this time, he would stalk Yun Qiyou to teach him the Five Elements Escape Technique. She owed him too much, and she should give out some blood.
yes.
Soon, he climbed over three sand dunes, and when he was about to continue crawling, suddenly a small sandbag bulged out from the sand in front of him. He was startled and hurriedly lay down behind a few saxaul grasses.
Only then did he see clearly that it was not a bulging sandbag at all, but a person under the sand.
I saw a young man emerge from under the sand, yawned and walked not far away and began to unfasten his belt and urinate.
After a while, several more people emerged from under the sand. Through the moonlight, Ye Xiaochuan saw that these people were all disciples of the Demon Cult, but they seemed to be very messy. They wore red, black, and ordinary green shirts.
, and even more colorful costumes of Hu people.
"He's a casual cultivator from the Demon Sect!"
Ye Xiaochuan still had some knowledge after all, and he quickly determined that most of the six or seven people who emerged from under the sand in front of him were casual disciples of the Demon Sect. These people should be secret sentries on the periphery, and the valley behind the sand dunes should be
This is where the large army is stationed.
The demon sect disciples didn't talk much. They crawled out from under the sand to urinate and drink water. After eating a few pieces of dry naan bread, they continued to the sandpit. Their faces were covered with a sheepskin mattress to prevent breathing problems.
The sand entered the mouth and nose, and then he lifted it up and found that there was a wooden board covering the sand pit. When the wind blew, the sand covered the board again after a while.
It was really dangerous just now, and he almost came into close contact with these demon sect disciples hiding under the sand. Ye Xiaochuan quietly opened his consciousness and found that there were more than a dozen sand pits around him, and there was a demon sect disciple in each sand pit.
The disciple is sleeping.
He rolled his eyes and suddenly had a plan in his mind.
He quietly took out a large green loose robe from the Qiankun bag. It was the attire of the Aoki Banner disciples given to him by Tianwen. Fortunately, he didn't lose it yesterday and it came in handy now.
After putting on the robe, he took out the blindfold mask and put it on his face. Finally, he also put on the big one-piece hat on the back of the robe. Anyone could see that this was a disciple of Aoki Banner. Who would have thought that he would be the right path?
Young hero?
If this were a disciple of a certain faction, Ye Xiaochuan would definitely turn around and leave immediately without stopping for a moment.
Now that we have discovered that this group of people are casual cultivators of the Demon Sect, it will be easier. Sometimes these casual cultivator disciples will never meet each other once in their lives. No one knows anyone. Ye Xiaochuan never spoke to those few people when they met before.
It was concluded that these people gathered together from all over the world and rarely saw each other.
At this time, there is no need to panic. The more natural, the better. Ye Xiaochuan walked swaggeringly and stepped directly on the wooden board above a sand pit. The wooden board creaked under his feet, and then he heard a man inside yelling.
Said: "Who stepped on me? You are seeking death! Do you believe that I killed your whole family?"
Ye Xiaochuan ignored them and walked over directly, thinking that the disciples of the Demon Cult were really violent and would not let go of the whole family if they disagreed. They were all cruel indeed.
He felt like he was in a deserted land, and soon walked up the high sand dune. When he looked down, it seemed to be very peaceful. There were only a few disciples of the Demon Cult, all of them were drinking water, eating, and talking to each other.
There are not many people.
But when Ye Xiaochuan opened his consciousness, he was immediately startled. His consciousness was keenly aware that the sand valley was densely packed with people, and at least hundreds of people were sleeping under the sand.