Poisonous desert.

Wang Lian wore a sword and slowly moved forward against the wind and sand that was blowing towards him.

After a long time, he looked up slightly, and in his vision, huge stone islands floating in the void filled his eyes, as if a broken floating continent, leaving traces of his years scattered.

"Nantian Treasure!"

Looking at the huge islands floating in the void, Wang Lian murmured to himself.

The treasure of the Nantian is on those floating stone islands.

These stone islands seem to be messy, but if someone looks down from a height of ten thousand meters, they will find that their arrangement is very regular. The formation of the Nantian Treasure is composed of these islands. Only by using a reasonable way to break this formation, the position of dozens of islands floating in the void can the formation similar to a gravitational array be transformed, so that the Nantian Capital City, which has been buried deep underground, can be deterred from the underground and reappear.

It should be noted that there are many warriors from all over the world wandering in the desert, wanting to find the capital of the Southern Heaven Kingdom and dig out many treasures in this thousand-year-old empire. Once dozens of floating islands that have been floating above the desert suddenly start to operate, anyone can feel that there is something wrong. It is impossible for him to enter it quietly like the Tianfeng Mountains.

This is also the reason why he must wait until he has peerless cultivation before opening the Nantian Treasure.

One...

There are many traps and magic weapons in the southern heaven capital of the Thousand-year Empire, without peerless cultivation, and it can be said that it will be a life-threatening death.

Two...

Only with peerless cultivation can he dominate the side in the battle for the treasures of Nantian and protect the many treasures he has obtained. Otherwise, even if he can safely avoid many magic weapons and traps and take all the treasures for himself, he will inevitably become the dead soul under the sword of those who follow the world who hear the movement.

"Um!?"

Wang Lian walked forward in the desert for a moment and suddenly found three figures following him sneakily, looking like he was planning to be ill-gotten.

"In the desert, there is no law, and it can be said to be in chaos. There are countless forces entrenched in this desert, such as the Yellow Sand Group, the Wind Sand Group, the Xiaoyao Sect, the Chilong Village, etc. In addition, there are minority races such as black guns and bone surfaces. To put it nicely, these races are the residents of the imperial species, and to put it badly, they are just a group of robbers who are not educated."

Wang Lian glanced at it, too lazy to pay attention to it.

These races are a domineering in the desert, but in fact, they are not as large-scale. Even if the strongest people in it have the cultivation level of Qixing Zhou Tian, ​​it is good. Most of them are small characters at the true qi level and even internal qi level. With Wang Lian's current cultivation perspective, he naturally does not take it seriously.

Wang Lian was too lazy to pay attention to those miscellaneous fish, but it did not mean that those people were willing to let him go. His 20-year-old face looked too intimidating.

Within a moment, more and more people were around Wang Lian. As he glanced at him, there were no less than twenty people.

Among these twenty people, there are only three true qi ranks.

Seeing that there were many people around him, the twenty or so people immediately became confident and quickly surrounded him.

Wang Lian was too lazy to waste time with them. Without the Kunlun Divine Sword, the Fenglei Sword was directly unsheathed. A dazzling sword energy carried peerless true power and swept across it, forming a terrifying horse trainer, which broke the desert in front and cut out a ditch that was more than 30 meters long.

Yellow sand rolls.

Seeing such a horrifying sword, the twenty people who were originally planning to rush over to surround him suddenly seemed to be frightened. They were stunned for a moment, and soon dispersed, fled to death, and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Lian didn't talk nonsense and continued to rush.

Although he could vaguely see the islands floating in the void, this did not mean that he was close to that area.

Everyone knows the truth that the horses are dead when they look at the mountain.

Wang Lian walked forward less than ten miles again, and the mutation reappeared, and a slight sound of fighting came from far to near.

In less than a moment, a group of more than ten people were fighting and retreating under the pursuit of more than 300 bandits. At least half of these ten people were injured. If it weren't for the fact that they all had at least the true qi cultivation, the four people were in the lead, and they had even reached the small Zhoutian and the Great Zhoutian Realm, they might have been completely surrounded and killed by this group of bandits.

Looking at the bandits and looking at the group of people in front of him, Wang Lian's thoughts changed slightly, and he had already understood the reason why the more than 20 people wanted to attack him just now.

This is not to want me to meet this group of people, so as not to have any accidents in their ambush plan.

"This group of bandits... is a bit difficult."

Wang Lian stood on the sand dune and looked at a middle-aged man led by the bandits.

This middle-aged man has the cultivation level of Xingchen Zhoutian, and his swordsmanship is quite well-organized, at least it is a perfect level of superior swordsmanship, which is definitely not something that ordinary bandits can possess.

In addition to this middle-aged man, there were four people, whose swordsmanship routines were similar to him, and his cultivation level was only one or two lower than him.

It is precisely because of the existence of these four people that even if everyone has true energy cultivation, three small Zhoutian and a strong man in the Great Zhoutian realm were still suppressed by them and it was difficult for them to breathe.

Just as Wang Lian was looking at the team of bandits, one of the more than ten people who were chased seemed to have discovered something, and quickly shouted: "Senior Brother Wang Lian, Kunlun Sect, ask Senior Brother Wang Lian to take action with his righteousness and help us with a helping force. Our Hongmen is very grateful."

"Hongmen?"

Wang Lian glanced at the more than ten people.

Although these more than ten people were not wearing the costumes of Hongmen disciples, he really knew the girl who was asking for help just now.

It was Li Muxue who had caused a lot of trouble to Wang Lian due to the incident between Ling Xu and Xuantian Sword.

Seeing Li Muxue, Wang Lian frowned. He had no good feelings for her. However, the Hongmen's spirit of repaying grievances with kindness made Wang Lian respect a little. Although Hong Xu and other bad apples were there, the Hongmen disciples were in trouble, so he couldn't stand by and watch.

At that moment, his body was erected, and the light body technique at the second level made him rush down from the sand dunes like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, he crossed hundreds of meters away from the two.

"Damn it, Wang Lian! It's really Kunlun King Lian! Let's retreat!"

The bandits who were hiding in the desert didn't know the name of Wang Lian, but the middle-aged man in charge was well aware of Wang Lian's name. Seeing him running down, he immediately ignored the siege of Li Muxue and other Hongmen disciples, and quickly retreated.

Wang Lian glanced at the bandits and showed no mercy.

He used his sword to shock these bandits and drove them away, because he was too lazy to attack them. Now that he hit him, with their evil behavior of intercepting the business travelers, Wang Lian directly stimulated his true power and slashed out with one sword. Suddenly, the dazzling sword light was once again stunning. The nine bandits were directly penetrated by the sword energy and died on the spot.

The bandits who were still unwilling to retreat were ordered to see Wang Lian's cruel behavior, and they were so scared that they screamed and fled in all directions.

Wang Lian was scattered and his sword energy was stimulated. Within a range of 100 meters, he almost turned into a dead domain. More than 300 bandits died in just a range of 100 meters and within less than three breathing times.

This is Wang Lian's main goal is to the middle-aged man in charge, otherwise the casualties will definitely become even more severe.

The Hongmen people were stunned for such a bloody scene. Even some of the disciples who were injured by these bandits had a look of unbearable expression on their faces. Li Muxue even wanted to persuade Mr. Wang Lian to commit murder.

However, Wang Lian ignored this. As the sword light spread, the middle-aged man in charge screamed, his thigh was pierced by the sword energy, and he fell down with a scream.

"Stop, stop, Young Master Wang Lian, please stop, listen to me. This matter is just a personal grudge between us and the Hongmen. Young Master Wang Lian, as a member of Kunlun, should not help us avenge us. Why do you stand on the Hongmen's standpoint and save the Hongmen disciples?"

The middle-aged man shouted.

"Your identity."

Wang Lian said indifferently.

"I'm just an unknown young man! Young Master Wang Lian probably doesn't know it. Look at those four people and that woman!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pointed at a Hongmen disciple who was angrily angrily at Zhou Tian’s cultivation level: "That woman is Qin Yijue, who destroyed your Kunlun heritage back then! We came here this time just to kill her and avenge my brothers and sisters who died at his hands!"

"Qin Yijue?"

Wang Lian looked at the woman pointed at by the middle-aged man. In front of him was a slender figure, with shoulder-length hair, and a little cold-looking woman.

Compared to Qin Yijuelai, who was rampant in the world, she was not as cruel and ruthless as the devil, like the flower of the Netherworld. At this time, she was wearing a milky white Hongmen disciple costume, which seemed to have a kind of quiet and elegant beauty. Although her face looked a little deserted, it was because of the characteristics of the heavenly clan. At this time, no one would think of her with the cold, gorgeous, cruel and ruthless Qin Yijue at the time.

When Li Muxue noticed Wang Lian's gaze, he suddenly thought of the bad relationship between Qin Yijue, the predecessor of his senior sister Qin Xiyan, and the Kunlun Sect. His face changed and he hurriedly blocked Qin Xiyan.

but……

Wang Lian took a look and did not speak.

Although Qin Yijue's life is worthy of sympathy, the demise of the Kunlun Sect is directed by her is a fact. She needs to pay the price for her actions. However, due to the face of the leader of the Hong Sect, Wang Lian couldn't say anything. He could only judge the right or wrong from her future performance of good and evil.

If she can understand the mystery of the Hongmen, repay grievances with kindness, and make up for her mistakes, Wang Lian can give her the opportunity and time.

If she cannot accept the hostility and resentment of the world towards her, she will have evil thoughts...

The fact that the leader of the Hong Sect can protect her now does not mean that he will have this ability in the future.

"Tell me your name and identity!"
Chapter completed!