Chapter 422, No Sun, No Moon, No Time, Boundless Plains...
On this day, the Wanfa Sect, which was already a little empty due to the experience of going down the mountain, once again sailed out of a dark red flying boat.
There are human figures all over it, but there is no sound at all. Their faces are like frost, and their eyes are like knives.
Under the leadership of Venerable Li Xuan, they headed straight towards Maozhou.
On the Five Elements Peak, the Great Elder was lying on a wicker chair and rocking leisurely.
He looked at the flying boat in the distance quietly, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, he murmured, "Rakshasa..."
As for the news of Qi Fan's disappearance, the entire Wanfa Sect was only known to the headmaster, the great elder and the Venerable Li Xuan.
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other side
In a place like this where there is no sun or moon, Qi Fan and the other five people don't know what time it is.
The sky still shows the color of dusk.
I just estimated in my mind that about a day has passed since everyone woke up.
After taking advantage of the elixirs, the injuries of the Four Lisheng Heroes were basically intact.
And as a sword cultivator, his physique is already much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, and now he was able to stand up with difficulty.
It's just that it can't be compared with Qi Fan who can move freely.
The four people who helped each other to stand up all looked at Qi Fan. Ji Yingjie said seriously: "Let's go, Senior Brother Qi."
Qi Fan frowned and looked at a few people, "How about you spend some more time cultivating?"
"It's not too late to act until you get used to the pressure here."
"I understand that Lord Nether Bone can't go far either."
The four of them were all a little ashamed when they heard this.
That Ji Yingjie said with some bitterness: "Thank you for your understanding, senior brother, but once I know how much I weigh, I have already reached the limit of my body to be able to stand up now."
"How can we adapt? If we don't leave at this time, when the elixir is exhausted, the injuries in the body will appear again, and I won't be able to leave even if I want to."
Hearing these words, Qi Fan had no choice but to remain silent.
Then he nodded and said: "Let's go then. Maybe we can leave here in a short time."
Ji Yingjie and the other two smiled forcefully, but these words of comfort could not be taken seriously.
At this time, a three-foot green sword appeared in the hands of the youngest Mo Renjie.
It looks like he wants to use this earth-level spiritual weapon as a crutch.
Lan Yunjie smiled teasingly, "Junior brother, are you really willing to give up?"
"This is the white frost that you take good care of every day."
Mo Renjie said helplessly: "If I don't hold it, why can't you carry it on my back?"
"Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk more than a few steps and will have to rest."
The other three people all smiled when they heard this, and then Qingfeng appeared in their hands, which was obviously their intention.
Perhaps I was infected by the relaxed smiles of a few people.
Qi Fan also joked at this time: "Junior brothers, the time has come to test your control of power."
"Don't force the whole sword into the ground. It will be difficult to pull it out."
Hearing this, everyone laughed again.
Ji Yingjie replied: "Senior Brother Qi, you are looking down on me, aren't you?"
"If you can't control this strength, how can you dare to call yourself a swordsman?"
"Senior brother, look!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of Lan Yunjie's wrist, easily touched the tip of his sword to the ground, and took a step forward.
However, no one laughed out loud.
Because, at the moment when the sword tip came into contact with the ground, there was an extremely weak sound of gold and iron!
Logically speaking, with Ji Yingjie's control over power, it is impossible for such a sound to occur.
At most, it's just a sharp blade piercing the ground to use force.
Several people's eyes immediately looked at the ground under their feet and became suspicious.
Qi Fan tentatively chopped his feet, which made a dull sound.
His eyes couldn't help but be surprised.
Mo Renjie's eyes flickered at this time, and he picked up the 'White Frost' in his hand with some disbelief.
This is an earth-level spiritual sword. Although it is only low-grade, it is already very extraordinary.
Then he used all his strength to stab towards the ground, and a clear sound of gold and iron suddenly resounded in everyone's ears.
Everyone looked at the sword peak that was only an inch deep into the earth, with a look of astonishment in their eyes.
Everyone could clearly see that although Mo Renjie's sword did not use spiritual power, its power was not bad at all.
The earth here is much harder than imagined!
At this time, Kao Xiongjie, who had rarely spoken all this time, suddenly said: "Senior Brother Qi can rest assured now."
"No matter what, at least I don't have to draw my sword anymore."
The somewhat stunned atmosphere was immediately diluted by this joke.
Qi Fan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "That's good, let's go."
At dusk, Qi Fan took the lead and walked towards the direction where Lord Yougu left.
The four Lisheng people followed behind with difficulty.
The usually sharp sword of the Divine Weapon was propped on the ground like four fire sticks, supporting its master forward.
The way forward, whether it is safe or not, is yet to be determined.
However, several people have made up their mind that if a crisis does arise, nothing can be done.
Those four people would rather bury their bones here than continue to drag Qi Fan down.
The ground beneath their feet was also silently showing its power to them.
The four earth-level tools fell to the ground and were only buried an inch into the soil. What kind of hard material is needed to do this?
Five silent oblique shadows moved slowly on the plain, not knowing the time, day or night.
After a long time, Qi Fan looked into the distance and saw that it was still boundless.
There was no trace of Lord Yougu who had left long ago, as if he had disappeared into this plain.
Looking back at the four people who were sweating profusely, he frowned and said, "Have a rest."
Hearing this, the four people stopped immediately and observed their surroundings vigilantly.
This was already the third time they had stopped to rest, and walking around under unparalleled pressure was much more difficult than they imagined.
However, there was no crisis at all.
I don’t know if it’s luck or crisis hidden deeper.
No matter how exhausted they were, they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.
Qi Fan stood alone in front, looking at the boundless plain with a sad expression.
I sighed in my heart, 'It's been three thousand miles, does this plain have an end?'
He didn't notice that the four heroes who had stopped to rest looked at each other and nodded vaguely.
Immediately, Ji Yingjie shouted tiredly: "Senior Brother Qi."
Qi Fan turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
"You should go first, don't bring us burdens with you." Ji Yingjie sighed.
The other three people all had sincere expressions on their faces.
Qi Fan suddenly frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"We've all come this far. No matter how big the plain is, how many three thousand miles can it be?"
"If we keep persisting, we will definitely be able to get out!"
Then when he saw the Four Elites and wanted to talk more, Qi Fan said directly: "No need to say more."
"If something really cannot be done, I will make my own decision."
After hearing this, the few people said nothing more.
There was just a slight silence in the atmosphere.
After a while, Qi Fan suddenly had an idea flash in his mind.
He looked at the four of them and said, "Perhaps, there might be an opportunity here."