Chapter 947

At any rate, all of the walkers are practitioners. Their feet are very fast. After only a month's effort, they have reached the foot of the Kunlun mountain. The towering Kunlun ancestral vein spans the southern continent and Xiniu Hezhou. It is the natural boundary between the two big states. The long yellow sand Gobi of Xiniu Hezhou has a trace of softness brought by the melting snow on the Kunlun mountain.

Many oases are shaped by winding rivers on the Gobi desert. They follow the river and form a string, just like green pearls strung with silver wires in the yellow sand of the Gobi.

This is a no man's land in Wanli wilderness. The walkers have walked along the river on the Gobi for three days, because the speed of climbing clouds is slow. In addition to crossing mountains, rivers, wind eroded rocks and long-standing rugged terrain in the river valley, they have to set up wind and cloud. At other times, they either use God foot pass (Buddha bhikkhu), paste armour and horse yellow amulets, or use evasion, In short, each shows his magic power and dare not fall behind.

"Most of the rivers here originate from Tanggula and the snow peaks in Kunlun. Along this dry river, you should be at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains not far away!" Chen ang showed them the way.

Someone doubted, "the topography of ancient times is so different from that of later generations! Why are you sure?"

"It's terrible here!" the old scholar muttered, "the yuan magnetic divine light I cultivated can't identify the direction after entering the Gobi! The wind evil spirit blowing the day before yesterday is as strong as a steel knife, and the black sand is like cold iron mixed in the evil spirit. It's not flesh and blood, even the refined gold magic weapon can't stand it!"

"You fool!" the old Taoist Qingchen said angrily: "You dare to protect yourself with Yuan magnetic divine light in the black wind evil spirit. As a result, the high-altitude vigorous wind and the black evil spirit storm intersect, and the essence of fine iron in the black sand is also attracted by you. The intersection between the sky and the earth evil spirit turns into a divine thunder xuancha. With the help of the black sand of gold and iron, it turns into ninety-nine heavy gold wind and evil spirit thunder... The heaven disaster is not so terrible! I live for more than 350 years, Fortunately, I'm about to see the Taoist priest. I almost asked you to kill me! "

"Last time!" the butcher scolded angrily, "you flew across the valley with the magic light of yuanci, and you ran fast. I was shocked when I met the valley behind you. Mixed poisonous water erupted upward, and all plants, birds and animals died within hundreds of miles. If I hadn't given up a life saving talisman and turned into light and fled, the mixed poisonous water would turn into pus!"

"And last time you startled the valley demon, puffed out the miasma, and almost made me swallow alive!"

"I was almost killed by you, too! The voice called our names. You didn't look back and ran fast. You didn't remind me. I was careless. Looking back, I almost died in the hands of the demon. If it weren't for the rescue of senior Chen ang... Senior gave me a magic secret that can call people's souls. Why don't you give me an explanation. Don't blame me for calling your name."

The old scholar has already provoked resentment among people and made public anger. Now some people take the lead in denouncing him. Seeing that many of the walkers are rubbing their hands, they want to give him a good look. He has to admit his mistake carefully, make amends everywhere, promise many benefits, and he is knowledgeable. There are many useful places among the walkers, so he has not been besieged by the crowd.

Besides! The old scholar is proficient in evasion, and his best skill is to run for his life. He is also timid and alert. He always adheres to the attitude of running for his life. Although he often makes trouble, he can run for his life first. That's why many people are killed. If Chen ang and several others recognize that there are so many people here It's really impossible to take him if the master doesn't take action.

The old scholar wanted to change the topic. He was very sensitive to the surrounding environment. He noticed that there was something wrong ahead. He quickly pointed forward and exclaimed, "look at the oasis. It seems different?"

They used their magic powers and peeped ahead. Sure enough, there seemed to be a trace of people in a riverside oasis a hundred miles away, but it was the meal point at this time, but there was no smoke.

Several people with high mana set up a light escape. Within a moment, they landed in the oasis. The middle-aged demon road just landed. They couldn't help shouting, and others looked dignified. In the oasis, bones were scattered everywhere. Some dried corpses seemed to be struggling, with ferocious expressions, and seemed to die in great pain.

Old Taoist Qingchen looked around and said, "these should be nomadic ghost Fangrong people. I don't know why the whole tribe is dead! I looked around and found that the fierce Yin here is very strong, with a trace of ferocity. It should be plague or filth that killed people. But the people here didn't die suddenly. I looked at the back and there are many newly piled tombs The whole tribe should have struggled for a month and buried nearly half of its population before it was suddenly slaughtered“

The butcher, a strong man, stood in front of the two skeletons and looked a little confused. As the walkers continued to feel that they had a judgment on the situation, they thought that it should be not far from the 100 countries of Kunlun. Coming to Kunlun Mountain is where the ghost nomads are located. Passing through the ghost, they came to Hetao plain where the Yi canal is located.

After only a few steps in the tribal ruins, someone smelled an extremely strange smell, a bit like the smell of wild animals, with a strong smell of decay. Several people came up to have a look. It turned out to be a row of pottery pots, neatly arranged in a row, placed under the wall. Someone came up to have a look curiously and couldn't help shouting.

"There are heads in these cans!"

The old scholar gathered up and sure enough, he saw the belly of the jar. There was a tightly packed black ball. He broke one and saw the round head rolling out. It was a head, or the head of the ghost dog Rong. His eyes were wide and his face was extremely ferocious.

One of the passers-by said in a trembling voice, "the mouth of this jar should not be stuffed with a head!"

As soon as everyone looked, the opening of the jar was only the size of a fist. Not to mention a head, even the radius of the neck was larger than it. Someone sneered: "thanks to you, you are still a practitioner. You can do such small things with the skill of shrinking things." he raised an empty jar next to him and put it on his head. It was really easy to put his head in.

His voice came buzzing from the jar: "look, I'm going to put it in!"

"Boring!" people shook their heads and laughed. Everyone is a practitioner. Who is frightened by this trick? After a cursory inspection, the people didn't mean to avenge the people of the tribe. It was just a spell. They found out the whereabouts of the people in front from the smell of some valuable items of the tribe, determined the direction, and rushed there.

At this time, someone saw that the previous jumper was still wearing the jar. He couldn't help laughing and said, "are you going to wear it all the time?"

The old Taoist priest, bhikkhu, strong man and others who walked in front heard the speech and quickly looked back. A man with a jar on his head stood behind them and didn't answer. As soon as the old Taoist priest's face changed, he couldn't help scolding: "don't get close! He's no longer a person!"

Buddha bhikkhu's face was startled and angry. He picked up the Buddha beads and kept reading the Buddha's name in his mouth.

"Yin Qi is so heavy, I'm afraid it's the filth that led to the massacre of this tribe! I tell you not to die... Dare to move around with a little magic power. It's really our world? In ancient times, ghosts knew how many dangerous ghosts there were. Don't forget... The hell is still there!" the old Taoist scolded.

But Chen ang warned, "the underground is still there. How can such ghosts come out in broad daylight? Is there an accident in the underground?"

"The elder thinks too much!" the strong man can still say with a smile: "we don't know what the ancient underground is, so we don't want people to miss two ghosts occasionally?"

Someone couldn't help splitting out a palm thunder to test. The thunder light easily broke the pottery pot and exposed the head inside. I saw that the man's head had disappeared. Now what is worn on his neck is the head contained in the newly broken pottery pot.

When they looked at the place where the head was, where was the broken pottery pot? But there is a complete pottery pot. People don't have to see who's head is in it.

The old Taoist roared, "heaven and earth are limitless, heaven and earth borrow the law!" the iron dust in his hand soared, and the silver wire swept away, patting on the ghost. Countless thunder lights intertwined into thousands of small silver snakes, which was about to turn the ghost into fly ash. The head flew up and turned into a ferocious and terrible strange bird with two ears as wings, allowing the body to be refined by thunder.

The old Taoist scolded, "Jenny is a turtle son. If you hadn't hurt me, my baby brushed the dust in the golden wind and killed God thunder. I would have fallen to this point?"

Chen ang warned loudly, "be careful, that's Gu Diao!"

The head turned into a fierce bird Gu Eagle screamed, and a group of passers-by covered their ears to resist the sharp cry. After the sound passed, everyone was unharmed. The strong man sneered: "with your three legged cat ability, it's OK to harm ordinary people, and want to harm us..."

Before he finished speaking, his face began to turn white, because he saw that the row of more than 30 pottery pots had begun to crack because of the cry of Gu Diao, and the things inside were ready to move. The walkers looked at the ghost deeply, and just killed one of them. Weighing the pieces, they found that even if the Qingchen old Taoist, the top three of their mana, shot, It's just that Gu Diao can draw.

If you join hands with the Buddha bhikkhu, you may be able to eliminate the Gu carving after a hard battle. There are absolutely no more than ten people who can help here, but there are more than 30 cans that can turn into Gu carving demons.

We can use primary school mathematics to calculate and analyze a general idea. Therefore, the old scholar first reacted and fled for his life. Others followed, including Chen ang.

Some people flew into the air and looked back. They saw that the strange birds and monsters turned by countless heads had been chased into the air. In that tribe, several dead Populus euphratica took out their roots, wrapped in their roots, and several dry bodies were struggling. There were ghosts flying by the river and white dogs running on the ground. In a breath, this small tribe by the river turned into ghosts.

In the shadow of ghosts, an indescribable vision of existence remained in his last memory.

"Brahma!"

The old Taoist heard a cry of fear behind him. He looked back and saw a passer-by who ran away in the wind and turned into a ferocious ghost in mid air!