"Why don't you wield a sword? The distance between Zhenmo Temple and here is, if you walk, you will probably have to walk for three days."
The sound came from the head.
Wang Jia appeared out of nowhere and flew over Jiang Su's head with a white sword.
Jiang Su had already guessed that this person might be following him and deliberately walked, also waiting for an opportunity.
"Wang Jia?" the girl pretended not to know and asked, her pace quickening. She inserted the blind stick in her hand into the sand and then pulled it out. The hole left behind would be submerged by the surrounding sand again in a few seconds.
Jiang Su's foot touched the spot, leaving a series of footprints.
"It's me. Why is Miss Jiang not wielding a sword? Are you waiting for me to take you to the Demon-Suppressing Temple? I've never heard that the daughter of a medical fairy is blind. Are you practicing Zen?"
Wang Jiajian wielded the sword a little faster, matching the quickened pace of the girl in green.
"roll."
Jiang Su replied softly.
She didn't seem to be in a hurry about going to the Demon-Suppressing Temple, and she didn't even explain why she didn't wield a sword. This attitude of going her own way was weird and lonely.
At a certain moment, Wang Jia felt that she was a bit like a young wolf, growing into a lone wolf.
The sun is rising in the desert, and the surrounding temperature is gradually rising. No monk who comes to the Western Region will not feel the heat. The spiritual power is full and strong here, and the desert is the prototype of a fairyland like the Immortal Mountains of the Ten Directions.
It is unbearable for ordinary people, and they will die of dehydration in one or two hours. Monks only feel hot and hot, and day and night are just temporary experiences.
"This desert is called Fumosha. According to legend, there was a powerful demon cultivator who converted from a magic cultivator to a demon cultivator thousands of years ago. He fought here with his former magic cultivator brother for three days and three nights."
"That law cultivator has been studying the five elements. His talent is limited and he can only master one method, and he is best at fire. After becoming a demon, he blended his own demonic energy with the fire of heaven and earth to create a demonic fire called "Burning Yang"
". He even found a friend who was a demon cultivator who made weapons, and together they made a magical weapon called the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace."
"It happened that various sects fought against the demon cultivator and overturned his bronze furnace of heaven and earth. The demonic fire sun fell on this land, and the black soil was burned for thirty-three days, and the entire land was depleted of water. His former
It is said that the sect brother used his own life to form a formation, and the five elements of essence and blood were refined before the demonic energy could be dissipated."
"So the desert here is hotter than the ordinary desert. If you are upset, it is normal."
When Wang Jia said this, he suddenly jumped down from the air and landed next to Jiang Su. He put the white sword behind him and closely followed the girl's pace.
"oh."
Jiang Su still ignored him and insisted on moving forward as if there was no one else.
"What did you do when you went to the Demon-Suppressing Temple? You walked slowly and unhurriedly. It's never important."
Wang Jia walked beside Jiang Su, and the two of them seemed to be taking a walk. The way he quietly turned his head and lowered his head was similar to the postures of the senior brothers and sisters in the sect.
Jiang Su couldn't see his face. She just felt that this man was chattering and talking without mentioning the key points.
He must have something in mind and something to ask for, otherwise what would he do if he followed him all the way?
Jiang Su thinks that she is too young to become a famous figure in the world of cultivation. She has never been praised by the stars, and she is also a tool-woman supporting role.
And this Wang Jia, who knew his identity as soon as they met, and even tried to test him, must have some agenda.
I deliberately walked into the desert just waiting for this person to show his weakness.
Jiang Su suddenly stopped. When Wang Jia came over, the two were already two steps apart. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Have you thought about flying over?"
"important."
"What?"
Wang Jia felt that the wind and waves were rising, and he felt a burning sensation under his feet.
"I have something important to do, and I want to go find my little senior sister."
"Senior Sister? There are all monks in Zhenmo Temple, why are you, Senior Sister, there?"
Jiang Su suddenly took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and clamped it on his fingertips.
Seeing this, Wang Jia suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Su's clothes. The next moment, the two of them disappeared from the place at the same time.
Just as Jiang Su was walking along the route with his blind stick in hand, thick dark purple smoke suddenly appeared from a certain sand hole, and many long snakes were forcefully forced out of the ground.
These long snakes have lived in the yellow sand for a long time, and the sun is shining. They are obviously not adapted to the temperature at this time. The snake heads rush around in panic. When one snake touches another snake, it opens its mouth and bites with its fangs.
Everywhere Jiang Su's footprints were disrupted by snakes, forming their route of fighting.
If Wang Jia had appeared later, he would have encountered a group of snakes blocking the way.
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"Let go!!! If you don't let go, I will chop your hands off!"
True to her word, Jiang Su raised the knife in her hand, and the next moment she drew the knife and slashed directly at the hand holding the hem of her clothes.
The knife in your hand feels like it's touching a hard object.
"Bang-bang-bang-"
The heaviness at the corners of her clothes disappeared, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. She rolled up her sleeves, and the exposed white wrists were splashed with warmth, and the fishy smell came.
"..."
Jiang Su took action.
And he really cut off Wang Jia's right hand.
Suddenly there was noisy people's voices all around.
"Someone killed someone!!!"
"That's a hand!!! Someone cut off someone's hand. Someone cut someone off at the gate of Zhenmo Temple!"
"Run quickly!!! Someone came to Zhenmosi Temple to cause trouble again! She even chopped off the head!!!"
"What? Someone is making porridge with human heads in the Demon-Suppressing Temple???"
"What?! Zhenmo Temple actually gives out meat porridge for free??!! They are finally willing to kill the cattle and sheep raised in the temple!! I have been greedy for a long time!!! Come on, come on, let me eat some too
bowl!!!"
"What? The Zhenmo Temple made the abbot into meat porridge? Monk meat? Come on, let me eat a bowl of monk meat too! I heard that it can lead to immortality and has the ability to live the flesh and bones of the dead.
ah!!!"
Jiang Su: "..."
The next moment, she suddenly reacted.
"I'm at the Demon-Suppressing Temple???"
"Here we are, I'm lucky, but your attack was a bit harsh. I was about to let go of my hand when you came up."
Wang Jia's tone was calm, without any angry reaction, and his eyes were uninterested, and he didn't know what he was hiding.
When he bent down to pick up his arm, his eyes fell on the blood splattered on the ground, and he was stunned for a moment.
What is this reaction?
Jiang Su ignored the noise in his ears. Before he was happy that he had reached his destination with just a Thousand-mile Talisman, he was confused by the man's tone again.
Who is he?
What is the purpose of following me? Why didn’t he get angry even if I cut off his hand???
"Who are you?"
Jiang Su's voice was cold and stern, and her murderous intent was released at this moment. She did not take back the killing intent, and the rusty hatchet circled in the palm of her hand.