There is no doubt that human beings are the most greedy creatures. Before they saw the Wandering Dragon Stone coming out, just by the beam of light shining on the ground, many cultivators began to kill each other. The only thought in many people's minds was to get rid of others.
, then your chances will be greater.
Although Zhou Xuelian, the leader of Fengming Valley, was young, she was quite wise. She felt that if she continued, her members would suffer heavy casualties, and she could not suffer huge losses for the items that she had not seen yet. Knowing that she had lost her way, she quickly issued an order and led the troops.
The members of Fengming Valley fought their way out of the area illuminated by the light beam, then stopped and looked at it from a distance.
As far as the eye can see, thousands of cultivators are killing and ruthlessly attacking. Among them are quite famous evil people, who can be said to kill without batting an eye. They also use rare Qimen weapons, killing many of them one after another.
The miserable screams of cultivators echoed, making people's hearts palpitate.
Seeing such a scene, the group of people in Fengming Valley were shocked and frightened. They secretly appreciated the leader's prompt decision. Otherwise, they would have suffered the same fate. Not only did they fail to obtain the treasure, but they lost their lives. The gain was not worth the loss!
Zhou Xuelian turned slightly sideways and looked at Zhu Lingshan on the other side with respectful eyes. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Not only was this girl naturally beautiful, but she was also a good strategist. She had already predicted that there would be such a killing, so she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
He didn't move, he just stood there and watched. It was indeed unusual.
Coincidentally, Zhu Lingshan's appreciative eyes also glanced over. The two women both had stunning looks. Now they looked at each other and nodded. There was a sense of sympathy between them.
After a lot of killing, more than a hundred people were lying dead in the desert, and an increasingly mysterious scene appeared. The pillar of light that originally towered into the sky suddenly disappeared, and the gold and silver light that originally merged in the mid-air also disappeared.
The moon disappeared behind the mist, and the rare sight disappeared and became no different from usual.
Such changes increasingly attracted the attention of many cultivators, who thought that the Wandering Dragon Stone was about to come out. Someone shouted loudly: "The treasure is about to arrive, kill these bastards quickly..."
The killings in this area have intensified, and casualties are increasing day by day, filling the air with a strong smell of blood. It really deserves the name of the desert of death, with corpses everywhere.
Zhou Xuelian turned around and saw that the figures of the fighting cultivators were gradually disappearing. She no longer cared much about it. She subconsciously felt that since the vision from the sky disappeared, the Wandering Dragon Stone would probably not come out, and everyone's efforts were in vain.
, it only increases casualties, and everyone has to pay a huge price for greed.
A young face appeared in her mind, with an ordinary appearance, but with an indescribable unique temperament. It was Qiu Yu, and she missed it. She didn't know where Xiao Yu was, or whether he was out of danger...
There is no destiny between the two people as husband and wife, but they always encounter each other secretly. Each time, Zhou Xuelian gets help from the other party, and they resolve their past feud and establish a deeper and deeper friendship.
Several strong men from Fengming Valley went to chase Qiu Yu before, but in the end they returned in vain and returned to Patriarch Qin, but they were lost. Zhou Xuelian was happy for it, but she was also worried that Qiu Yu would be besieged by the strong men from the Loyalty Alliance.
After all, the latter has strength in numbers...
The wind and sand suddenly rose in the desert and returned to its previous state. After a long period of fierce fighting, hundreds of cultivators were injured or killed, but the Wandering Dragon Stone did not appear at all, which disappointed everyone. The knowledgeable people quickly quit, not wanting to do any more unnecessary things.
dispute.
Liu Xianxiong, the general leader of the alliance, was hanging in the air with an extremely ugly face, because the members of the Loyalty Alliance were also injured, with more than ten casualties, but Mao didn't see it, which made him feel that he had made a mistake. Seeing that there were cultivators attacking each other ferociously,
There was anger in his eyes and he used his spiritual power to shout: "Stop it..."
The sound reverberated in the air like thunder, even shaking the wind and sand, making many people feel uncomfortable, dizzy, and frightened. They quickly stopped fighting and stepped back, looking up into the sky.
The old guy really deserves to be a super strong man with powerful skills. His roar shocked everyone. They saw him holding a gold sword in his left hand and a silver sword in his right hand. He was as majestic as a god descending from the earth. He said with a majestic tone: "You all can see clearly.
The Wandering Dragon Stone has not come out at all. It is completely false news that you can see this treasure when the yin and yang meet and the sun and the moon overlap. Why are you trying so hard? Do you want to be turned into a corpse and buried in the desert?"
There are thousands of cultivators fighting here. I was shocked when I heard this. I didn't see anything. They said that the Wandering Dragon Stone would appear. Where is it?
Some people couldn't help but cursed: "No, there's not even a shadow of a ghost, but everyone is fighting to the death. You can't do it!"
"This news may be true or false. I haven't seen anything..."
Liu Xianxiong added: "From this point of view, the so-called Wandering Dragon Stone may not exist at all. Everyone has been deceived. It is better not to waste time and disperse by yourself to avoid being accidentally injured."
However, many cultivators do not accept this trick at all, and feel that it is groundless. Since the news has spread, they would rather believe it or not. It is okay not to fight anymore. It is just a good time to cultivate and recuperate. If they are allowed to leave
Absolutely impossible.
Someone even curled their lips and said: "That sounds nice, then you should lead the people away first. You don't want everyone to leave, you want to keep the treasure to yourself."
Someone immediately echoed: "It's absolutely true. If a person doesn't die for himself, how can he have such good intentions..."
Many cultivators have not left, and those who had previously fought against each other are now continuing to attack each other, insisting on a fight to the death. The vast majority of them are waiting here, with a look of determination that they will not give up until they see the treasure.
The cultivators gathered here come from various sects and even big families. There are many famous figures among them, such as Liu Xianxiong, the master of swords and Qianyun. There are also strange people dressed in weird clothes. One of them is a beggar in ragged clothes who is covered with poisonous centipedes.
It's so densely moving that it's chilling to watch.
There are also many people from the State of Yan. Among them, the group of monks in monk's robes is quite eye-catching. They are surrounded by the super huge wooden fish. They are all tall and bald, with ferocious looks on their faces. They have no compassion for monks at all.
Being pregnant is as scary as a robber.
These dozens of monks are certainly not ordinary people. They come from the Tianfo Temple of the seven major sects. They usually have a bad reputation and are not fuel-efficient lamps. This time, led by the eminent monks of the temple, they came to the Death Desert and rushed to occupy the Divine King's Palace.
Of course he won't leave easily.
This wooden fish is as huge as a house, and its appearance is black and gray. It is not known what kind of material it is made of. It feels very heavy, like a huge rock smashed into the sand.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden fish was an old monk with a withered face, his head sticking out of his head. It looked very uncoordinated, almost deformed, but his facial features were squeezed together, making him even more ugly, and they were tightly closed.
His eyes seemed to be in a state of concentration. Even though the fight around him was very fierce just now, he turned a deaf ear and seemed unfathomable.