The journey of 500 miles, although it is a mountainous area, will definitely be more than 500 miles if calculated carefully.
But it’s really not that far away for Qi Practitioners.
If you are ordinary and clever, you can travel thousands of miles a day without getting tired. Although Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng are weak in combat, they still have the basic characteristics of the realm.
They can't beat anyone with this fight. If they can't do it in terms of realm, then they might as well find a place to bury themselves. Maybe one day they will be struck by lightning and turn into zombies to increase their combat power.
It's not that I haven't thought about getting other sects' techniques, after all, the senior brother has already killed three of them.
But my thoughts come and go, but I still don’t dare.
Who knows what their exercises are like? If they can be called evil, their exercises must be of an evil nature. With Senior Brother here, let alone practicing, there is no thought of even looking at them.
Besides, they couldn't find it either. Senior brother destroyed those sects and nothing was left behind.
It's a small door and a small house, and there are no treasures worthy of note.
Judging from their Golden Immortal Sect, apart from the interesting exercises, there is nothing else.
Looking from the top of the mountain, we can only see a dry yellow land without any greenery. There are not even a few hills in sight. Only some stubborn dry grass and dead trees without green leaves are stationed there.
That can't be compared!
Zhang Feixuan looked at the white air cover covering them, his scalp hardened, and he still took steps.
But that was the eldest brother. He was a eldest brother who was extremely powerful and lacking in brains.
Song Yin raised his feet and was about to go down the mountain, but before he had walked a few steps, he suddenly turned around and saw the two people standing still, saying, "You two junior brothers, do you have any other opinions?"
Song Yin glanced at the biting yellow wind and said: "This wind is evil. If it blows once, it can kill people. Like that withered grass, if it blows for a long time, people will be dead. This place is also evil. If you stand here without protection,
The methods will also suck people's vitality, making them weaker and weaker, huh, evil heretic! When I find you, let's see if you still dare to be a monster!"
"No, no."
As soon as the wind blew, Song Yin frowned, and white air exploded all over his body, forming a cover to cover the two of them.
A few days later, they climbed a mountain again. As soon as they reached the top of the mountain, Zhang Feixuan said: "Brother, it's already three thousand miles. It should be possible to go further."
Nonsense, they are not the right way!
Song Yin said in a deep voice: "The feeling it gives me is similar to that of the mountain ghost I met."
We are different!
"Demon?!"
Even if you are on the right path, you will not be able to do anything when you encounter a demon.
Song Yin nodded, looked around, and continued walking forward.
The two of them were shrouded in white air and headed down the mountain. But as soon as they came down from the top of the mountain, the yellow wind seemed to intensify. It blew hard against the cover, as if it wanted to smash the cover to pieces, and then they enjoyed themselves.
Raid the people inside.
All over the world, I have never heard of anyone who didn't run away from a demon but wanted to rush over to it. Isn't that a lack of brains?!
"There is evil, this place is not right"
Wang Qizheng felt that his scalp was numb, and he looked at the ground under his feet as if he were looking at some evil spirit. He subconsciously changed his body, and two pairs of thin wings grew out of his back, and he flapped his wings and flew up.
call.
A gust of wind blew, which made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng startled. The wind had a yellowish color and was not hot, but made people feel a little cold.
But at this moment, looking from the top of the mountain, the land in the distance was flat and flat. Compared with the greenery on the mountain they climbed, it seemed so sparse.
Zhang Feixuan boldly stepped forward: "Senior brother, as the saying goes, if something is abnormal, it is a monster. It is because there is no common sense and cannot be calculated that monsters make people afraid. Even a master does not dare to say that he can escape unharmed when encountering a monster.
I'm no match for you anymore, so I'm afraid I won't be able to get any favors from you."
I'm so poor that I won't even stay here.
"Senior brother, I'm here to take a look. It's helpful to see from a high place." He didn't forget to explain.
"Demons? Are they those colorless and formless existences? It is true that this place is shrouded in evil spirits, but there is a different kind of aura in the depths. Let's go there and have a look first."
Song Yin saw these two cowering in fear and couldn't help shouting: "What's going on with you guys? You are not afraid of the armored sect, nor are you afraid of those evil demons and heretics. Instead, you are afraid of a piece of yellow sand. How can you maintain the righteous way like this!"
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Wang Qizheng echoed: "Me too!"
What kind of magical weapon, armor, and divine weapon? Who would care about the Sumeru Vein with that thing?
This place is so desolate that the top of the mountain is almost the same, with bushes, small animals, poisonous insects, and not much else.
Mountain ghost?
Just as the two were hesitating, a small thing appeared on Song Yin's shoulders. Its two heads stuck out its tongue playfully at the two people, then climbed down from Song Yin's body, and rushed out with white air on its short limbs.
As soon as the cover came out, a yellow wind blew in the face. The little thing drooped its tongue against the yellow wind, and ran happily as if the restraint had been released.
"The mountain ghost I met last time was also a monster, so it disappeared. Don't worry, two junior brothers, as senior brothers, I will definitely protect you!" Song Yin vowed.
It’s really not as good as that!
Song Yin and the others climbed over the mountain while exploring the surroundings to see if there were any evil ways.
They all shook their heads, but refused to leave.
What do you mean!
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes widened. Wang Qizheng said tremblingly: "Brother, are you saying that this place is full of monsters?"
But he kept his body closer to Song Yin, for fear that he would run away.
"Senior brother?" Zhang Feixuan didn't know why.
But the exercises are interesting only to them. Like the armored door, the strength of the exercises can surpass them by eight mountains.
"Um?"
The two of them exclaimed in surprise and glanced at each other, seeing panic in their eyes.
At the same time, his pupils glowed and he looked straight ahead.
It's impossible not to leave. Who knows if this guy will aggravate the white qi, so I just practice it on them.
He didn't say anything else, he just stopped there and stared blankly at the scene ahead.
It's said to be a desert, but it's not quite there yet, but it's definitely turned into sand.
All the way to the bottom of the mountain and onto the flat ground, Zhang Feixuan watched the yellow wind getting stronger and stronger. Outside the cover, he saw the yellow wind blowing, blowing a withered yellow grass into powder and blending into the earth.
I couldn't help but asked: "Senior brother, can you specifically see in which direction the demon is?"
"laugh!"
Different from the lush green ones before, although the previous road was desolate, it just meant that there was nothing worthy of their attention. There were no caves, no blessed lands, no rare animals, no human habitations, and no cities.
"Look, you're not even afraid of the Hunyuan True Spirit, so what are you afraid of!" Song Yin frowned and said, "Are we, the monks, not as good as a so-called Heavenly Lord who can give us blessings?"
You can kill someone of level eight or nine with one punch. They are indestructible and have eyes that can see everything clearly. But they can be killed by one punch of someone who is level eight or nine. Their naked eyes are mortal and they can't see anything clearly.
That's you!
But fortunately, this cover prevented him from being eaten by the wind, and Zhang Feixuan seemed to be fine walking on the ground.
"Huh? Zhang Yuan. Lao Zhang, why are you shaking? Senior brother, don't be afraid." Wang Qizheng saw Zhang Feixuan shaking there and couldn't help but ask.
"No, it's okay."
Zhang Feixuan, on the other hand, seemed to be waking up from a dream. He shouted and followed closely behind Song Yin.