Bordering the Fulong Empire to the north is another old empire called "Jingyu".
Although they are both located to the west of the Daqian Empire, the topography of the two countries is completely different.
Most of the Fulong Empire is located in the Gobi terrain, especially in the northern region, which is a vast desert area. The boundless yellow sand spreads across the boundless land, and it is difficult to see even the slightest bit of green even with the best of your eyesight.
Here, apart from the blue sky and yellow sand, there is almost no third color visible.
The hot days, extremely cold nights, and the difference in temperature between day and night are difficult for even practitioners to endure. It is even more difficult for ordinary people to live and live in such an environment.
Therefore, the harsh environment, vast territory and sparse population have become a true reflection of the Fulong Empire.
The strange thing is that once you cross the border and arrive within the boundaries of the Jingyu Empire, the landscape suddenly turns into a vast expanse of prairie. The breeze blows the green waves, and the grass and flowers are scented. It is a vibrant scene that is similar to Fulong next door. The empire is simply like two worlds.
The border between the two countries is like the dividing line between heaven and hell. Anyone who looks at it will feel that God's will is unfair. Even Murong Xiu's act of using weapons rashly and actively invading the Jingyu Empire does not seem to be excessive.
However, at this moment, the sky above the usually deserted desert seemed extremely lively.
Above a certain small sand dune, dozens of figures in different clothes were standing in the air, chatting in twos and threes. Many of them glanced at the sand dune from the corner of their eyes from time to time, with nervousness and expectation in their eyes. color.
Everyone knows that flying in the sky is a method that only the spiritual leader can possess.
This scene undoubtedly means that the dozens of people gathered here all possess at least a spiritual master level of cultivation.
Dozens of spiritual masters!
If Murong Xiu knew that there would be so many nuclear-level terrorists appearing in the empire he ruled at the same time, Emperor Fulong would probably be so frightened that he could not sleep at night and have trouble sleeping and eating.
The gathering of such a few people is enough to easily destroy any secular empire.
"Magical fortune teller!" A tall, muscular old man in black shouted loudly, "'Seven Star Pavilion' will actually send you here? Are you planning to give up this expedition?"
"Old Monster Yan, your mouth still smells so bad!" The person who replied was an old man with gray hair and an immortal spirit. "Why can't I come, the dignified spiritual elder?"
It turned out that the two speakers were Old Monster Yan from "Si Cliff" and Elder Shen Shuzi from "Seven Star Pavilion".
"You have good attainments in divine literature. It's just a matter of attending a seminar on divine literature." I heard Old Monster Yan laugh and say, "Exploring ancient ruins is not an easy job. With your fighting power, you might be able to destroy it." Life is in it."
"The 'Fire King Sect' is one of the seven ancient sects. How can exploring ruins of this level be achieved by relying only on brute force?" The fortune teller stroked his beard and shook his head slightly, "Like you. You reckless man, walking among the ruins, if you don't protect everything, you will die first than me."
"Fart!" Old Monster Yan was not angry, he just laughed and cursed, then turned to look at the elder of the Seven Star Pavilion behind the Divine Operator in the distance and asked, "Is he Qin Yixun?"
"You actually know Elder Qin?" The fortune teller glanced at him in surprise.
"Who in the Holy Land knows the name of Elder Qin of 'Seven Star Pavilion'?" Old Monster Yan looked at Qin Yixun curiously, with a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes, "I heard that he once fought with the sword of 'Tianjian Villa'
To remain undefeated against a city?"
"Yes, Elder Qin has superb cultivation and unpredictable strength." The fortune teller nodded and said, "Under the saints, I'm afraid there are not many opponents left."
"So powerful?" Old Monster Yan said unconvinced, "It seems I have to find an opportunity to compete with him."
"You? Just forget it!" The fortune teller sneered.
"What do you mean?" Old Monster Yan said angrily.
"Your attainments in divine literature are not as good as mine, your fighting power is not as good as Sword City, and your medical skills are far inferior to Old Monster Ding." Shen Shuzi said bluntly, "Everything seems to be above the average level, but none of them has reached the peak. If you want to
Competing with Elder Qin is nothing more than a dream!"
"You..." Old Monster Yan was speechless by him. When he wanted to refute, he couldn't find the right words.
"Hahaha, Old Monster Yan, I didn't expect that you would also be defeated one day."
A deep and thick voice came from beside him, "The fortune teller couldn't be more right. From this point of view, you are really worthless!"
"Who the hell..." Old Monster Yan turned around angrily. When he saw the person coming, a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Old Ning, are you leading the team to explore the ruins and Wendao Academy this time?"
It turned out that the person who spoke was none other than Old Master Ning from Wendao Academy and Ning Jie's biological grandfather.
"How is that possible?" Old Master Ning smiled and shook his head. "Don't you know how many pounds I have? This time, Master Ran Zhaonan is leading the team."
"Master Ran? What a unique surname." Mr. Yan's eyes showed doubts, "How come I haven't heard of such a number one person in Wen Dao Academy?"
"Master Ran has profound cultivation and is ranked among the best in the entire academy. However, he is indifferent and doesn't like to be seen in public. Therefore, not many people in the Seven Holy Lands recognize him." A hint of sadness flashed through Master Ning's eyes.
"If he hadn't been in a bad mood recently and wanted to come out to relax, I really wouldn't have been able to invite him!"
"After all, it is a long-established holy land, but it still has such a profound foundation." Old Monster Yan couldn't help but sigh, "Everyone said that Wen Dao Academy has declined, but it seems that is not necessarily the case."
"Is Bingji Island still led by Deputy Island Master Li?" Ning Fuzi's eyes fell on a graceful white figure in the distance, "You are so young, you have such magnanimity and strength, your future is really limitless.
ah!"
"In my opinion, Vice Island Master Li is very likely to enter the realm of a saint in the future." Shen Suanzi agreed, "By then, Bingji Island will have two saints alone, and it can be called the first holy place in the world."
"Brother Chu, isn't he here?" The three of them sighed for a moment, and Master Ning suddenly asked.
There were already four team leaders participating in the Divine Literature Seminar in the Five Holy Lands. Master Ning unconsciously began to search for Elder Chu Lingfeng from the Lingxiao Holy Land.
"No." Old Monster Yan shook his head and said, "This time the leader of the Lingxiao Holy Land is Qi Xuan."
"It turns out it's him." Master Ning's eyes showed a look of surprise.
"Look, it's Jian Xingluo!" Shen Shuanzi suddenly pointed to the distance and said.
Master Ning and Old Monster Yan both turned their heads, and what they saw was an old man in white with a ruddy complexion, white hair and a white beard, and a long sword on his back.
If Zhong Wen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this person was Jian Xingluo, the elder of "Tianjian Villa" who had a one-fight agreement with him.
Standing behind him was a man in white who looked about forty years old with a tall figure and sharp eyebrows.
"Is that the youngest elder of the 'Tianjian Villa', Jian Feiyang?" Master Ning gossiped, "I heard that he entered Taoism at the age of fifty-five. Now he is only over sixty years old, and he can already compete with many veteran Taoist souls.
By all means, he is an incredible genius."
"It's indeed amazing!" Old Monster Yan said with a smile, "But compared with Deputy Island Master Li, he will eventually be eclipsed."
While the three of them were chatting and gossiping, Jian Xingluo and Qin Yixun also bumped into each other in the distance.
"Why, Jian Yicheng didn't come?" Qin Yihun asked lightly, "It seems that this trip to the 'Huo Emperor Sect', the 'Tianjian Villa' doesn't seem to take it seriously."
"What do you mean?" Jian Xingluo has an old child's temper and cannot be offended the most. When he heard this, he immediately said angrily, "Is it possible that I am not as good as that old ghost Jian Yicheng?"
"Isn't it?" Qin Yihun said with a hint of joking on his face, "Why else would he be the Great Elder of Tianjian Villa, but you are not?"
"Fuck your mother's stinky shit!"
When Jian Xingluo heard the words "Great Elder", he felt as if he had been touched by the reverse scale, and immediately became furious, "A character like Jian Yicheng's old ghost, I can fight ten of them by myself!"
Qin Yixun sneered, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, but did not refute.
However, this silent irony made Jian Xingluo furious. He pulled out the long sword from behind with a "swish", pointed it directly at Qin Yihun's chest, and shouted: "Don't you believe it? Come on, come on,
Let’s make gestures!”
Qin Yihun was about to continue speaking when his eyes suddenly froze and he looked behind Jian Xingluo with some vigilance.
Almost at the same time, all the masters from the six holy places, including Jian Xingluo, turned their heads and focused their eyes in the same direction.
The direction where a group of people appeared!
White robe, with the Chinese character "卍" in the middle, blazing flame-like patterns around it, and the Chinese character "An" embroidered with ancient divine inscriptions underneath.
"It's the Dark Temple!"
Among the crowd, someone whispered something.
The atmosphere suddenly became much more solemn, and there was a hint of vague hostility floating in the air.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
The leader of the Dark Temple is a man who looks to be about forty or fifty years old, with an evil light shining in his eyes. Above the "卍" on his chest, there is a golden "三" embroidered in ancient divine inscriptions.
It was none other than Shen Wei, the cruel, tyrannical and lustful master of the third palace.
"Are you all here?" Li Bing, the deputy owner of Bingchi Island, said coldly with an indifferent expression, "Let's start then!"
"I haven't seen you for many years, and Vice Island Master Li is even more handsome than before!"
Shen Wei's reddish eyes looked up and down at Li Bing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a lewd smile.
The Li Bing in front of her was stunningly beautiful, with icy muscles and jade bones. She was wearing a long white dress that fluttered in the wind, highlighting her extremely graceful body curves. The golden crown on her forehead shone brightly under the hot desert sunshine, making her already beautiful. Naturally beautiful women are even more elegant and graceful. Shen Wei's compliment was quite sincere and not just a courtesy.
What surprised him even more was that Li Bing's face, which he had remembered as cold and frosty, actually showed a hint of coquettishness. Although it was well hidden, it was still difficult to hide it from Shen Wei, who had seen countless women.
Li Bing did not reply to Shen Wei's solicitude, but just hummed softly. His clear and melodious voice still made him feel excited, and he couldn't help but coveted the deputy island owner of Bingji Island. A hint of longing.
What a pity for such a beauty!
Shen Wei sighed secretly, raised a smile again, and said to Elder Qin Yihun of "Seven Star Pavilion": "Please lead the way, Elder Qin!"
The person who first discovered the "Huo Huangmen" ruins was an elder of the "Seven Star Pavilion". If it had not been accidentally broken by "Si Cliff", the "Seven Star Pavilion" would have planned to explore its secrets alone and take the entire ruins as its own. have.
"Come with me!"
Qin Yixun glanced at Shen Wei in displeasure, then took a step forward and soon fell behind the sand dunes below.
"Let's go!"
Countless figures followed closely behind, filing down, forming shadows in the air as fast as lightning.
A ruins exploration activity jointly organized by the Seven Holy Lands has begun...
…
"When the number of 'alchemy' books reached 500, please draw lots to get rewards: 1. The Book of Love; 2. The King of Stories; 3. The Art of the God of War."
In the library of "Dan Pavilion", Zhong Wen was "touching books" with great interest, when a line of small words suddenly popped up on the bookshelf panel in his mind.
Finally there is another chance to draw lots!
He was overjoyed. He had never expected that a secular sect like the "Dan Pavilion" would have a large collection of ancient books. The number of ancient books on "alchemy" alone exceeded two hundred. Compared with the number one ancient book, The great alchemy sect "Yao Wang Valley" is not much different.
Although this revenge trip failed, it unexpectedly replenished a lot of inventory for the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion". For Zhong Wen, it was a worthwhile trip.
"Draw lots!"
He muttered happily in his heart.
"Congratulations on winning the award: Story King!"
Zhong Wen: “…..”
He stared blankly at the lottery results on the bookshelf panel and fell into a deep self-isolation.?