I found an unknown cultivator forty miles away. I had to go and check it out. For a distance of tens of miles in the desert, ordinary people might have to walk for a whole day on a camel. For cultivators, it is not so.
Trouble, fly at a low altitude, fly twenty miles in a moment, then land on the ground and use your identity to get closer.
Jie Se was holding his treasured big alms bowl in his hand, and followed senior brother Jie Ai with a stern look. On the side was Yang Yishuang, one of the six weirdos. The three of them carefully slipped away when Zhao Wuji and other righteous disciples were less than seven miles away.
Zhao Wuji had actually received news that unknown persons were approaching.
Yamashita Zhizhi had no other skills, but he was an expert in reconnaissance behind enemy lines. He even slept under the sand, and even the slightest movement could not escape his ears.
When Zhao Wuji received a report from Shanxia Zhishu that three people were sneakily approaching the camp, he immediately ordered a transfer and asked Shanxia Zhishu to keep an eye on the three people.
As a result, as soon as Shanxia Zhizhu's head emerged from the sand, Jiese was startled. Jiese lay motionless on the sand, and was about to move forward when a big black head suddenly emerged from the ground, right in front of him.
Less than two feet away, both people's eyes stared!
Is this okay?
Jiese's reaction was extremely quick, and with a strange cry, he hit Shanxia Zhisu's head with the big bowl in his hand. Shanxia Zhisu, who had just emerged, did not expect that his judgment was wrong, and he ran directly in front of the three of them, and took a closer look.
Look, I saw a big, glittering alms bowl coming from the sky. If my head was hit, my brains would probably be sprayed all over my face.
Yamashita Zhibei's reaction was not slow. With his liver and gallbladder split, his head quickly retracted into the sand like a woodchuck.
boom!
With a loud noise, the big bowl hit the sandy ground, and countless yellow sand splashed, creating a large sand pit several feet deep.
After smashing it, Jiese stood up and scratched his bald head. Why did the head that emerged from the ground look so familiar? It seemed like he had seen it somewhere.
Think about it carefully, isn't that Yamashita Zhishu from the Five Elements Sect? More than a year ago, he and his senior brother Liujie went to Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea to hang out and wait to die. When they passed by Fusang, they were greeted by this Yamashita Zhishu.
Yue, Yamashita Zhishu is very good. Drinking the best wine, eating the fattest meat, hugging the most beautiful Japanese girls are all arranged by Yamashita Zhishu.
Yes, it's this guy.
He wouldn't be killed by his own alms bowl, would he?
In front of them, Jie Ai and Yang Yishuang heard a strange noise behind them, so they turned around to ask what happened. They saw Jie Se digging at the sand, and soon pulled out a half-dead man in black from under the sand.
The two of them thought it was a secret sentry from the Demon Sect. After a closer look, they also recognized Yamashita Zhishu.
Although Yamashita Zhizhu was not beaten to death, his head was severely shaken and his eyes turned white.
Jiese pulled Shanxia Zhisu's head and said curiously: "Brother Shanxia, it's really you. Why did you join the Demon Cult? Come on, come on, let me smash you to death with a bowl."
Yamashita shook his dazed head, and gradually regained his consciousness. He saw the three people in front of him clearly, and said in surprise: "Brother Jise, senior brother Jie'an, and Fairy Yang, it turns out it's you, how wonderful it is!"
Half an hour later, two groups of righteous disciples completed their staged Grand Masters meeting thousands of miles away from the Middle Earth.
Yang Ling'er had a good relationship with Baili Yuan. She was shocked when she saw Baili Yuan was seriously injured. Later, she learned that Ye Xiaochuan's whereabouts were unknown and might have been buried in the bloody mouth of the Zhulong Demon Snake. Yang Ling'er was shocked again.
Worry again.
As for rebooting, upon hearing that the life and death of Mr. Ye, whom he cared deeply about, was uncertain, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He called on other fellow disciples of Kasyapa Temple to dig in the surrounding sand dunes. Since the Baili Kite came from under this sand dune
If he is found, his boss may also be dug out.
Yang Ling'er and Ye Xiaochuan were also good friends who got along very well. The most unforgettable thing was the delicious food Ye Xiaochuan cooked. She didn't have many friends. The happiest time was actually practicing in seclusion with Ye Xiaochuan and others in Phoenix Mountain ten years ago.
Those three months.
She seemed to be comforting Baili Yuan, but also seemed to be comforting herself, saying: "Baili, don't worry, he has experienced many fatal situations before, and which time did he not save the day? You were hit by Zhulong's tail at that time.
He was unconscious and did not see Ye Xiaochuan being eaten by Zhulong. Maybe Ye Xiaochuan led Zhulong to another place. Ye Xiaochuan, a brat like him, would not die easily. He was a cat.
There are nine lives,”
Bailiyuan said worriedly: "Who knows how many lives this is. What I'm worried about now is that this is his ninth life."
As soon as he said this, Yang Ling'er couldn't sit still. A person's luck is limited. Ye Xiaochuan had a lot of luck in the past 20 years. Who knows if his luck has been used up? What if this is the case?
Isn’t Ye Xiaochuan’s ninth life a tragedy?
She went to Zhao Wuji and Jiekong and discussed that since they were all together now and there were a large number of people, it would be better to search separately.
Of course, Zhao Wuji couldn't ask for it. He didn't expect that this Yang Ling'er was so easy to talk to, and the missing one was not a disciple of their Piaomiao Pavilion, but he could still try his best to help find disciples of other sects in such a desert place where demons from the demon sect could be discovered at any time. This was amazing
It's not something ordinary people can do.
At least if it wasn't Ye Xiaochuan who was missing this time, but a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, Zhao Wuji could only search a few times and forget he couldn't find him. God knows if the giant python Zhulong has left this desert now, it's impossible.
The adventure in the middle of the night separated the disciples to help other sects find the missing disciples.
After everyone discussed a countermeasure, Zhao Wuji reported the situation here to his senior brother through paper cranes. In the morning, he had sent paper cranes once, just saying that he encountered a black sandstorm last night and died.
One person is missing, three people are missing.
Gu Jianchi received a message from Zhao Wuji in the morning and knew that a super strong black sandstorm was advancing towards him and others. The distance of more than two thousand miles could actually be reached in about ten hours.
He discussed the matter with Li Xuanyin and decided that it would be better to avoid its sharp edge, because as Zhao Wuji could tell, there was a huge evil beast in the black sandstorm, and the dead companion was eaten by that evil beast.
They found a small city that had been abandoned for at least a thousand or two thousand years to escape the black sandstorm. At dusk, the black sandstorm arrived as expected, almost submerging the entire abandoned city.
Just as the sandstorm passed and everyone crawled out of the sand one by one, Gu Jianchi received Zhao Wuji's second paper crane letter of the day.
