Although Ma Daha disliked the slow speed of the caravan, he still endured it for his own safety. Just go slow. As long as it was safe.
The caravan traveled for two months and arrived at a vast desert. As long as they crossed this desert, they would reach the capital of the Dashi Kingdom.
The stronger the wind blows around, the happier Ma Daha feels. The worse the weather is, the safer it is. No one will rob in such bad weather.
"Huh..." Ma Daha breathed out, slowly closed her eyes, and continued to meditate.
Several hours have passed, but the wind and sand still show no sign of letting up.
"Boom." A loud noise suddenly sounded in the sky. Dozens of camels were so frightened that they all fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" Ma Daha opened his eyes. In a flash, he came to the front of the team and asked the captain He Guifeng.
He Guifeng was also full of surprise: "I don't know. There was a loud noise just now for no reason..."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." A large number of people suddenly flew from all directions and surrounded the Dingyuan caravan in a tacit understanding.
"This... is being robbed." He Guifeng's expression changed drastically. All the people flying around were immortal cultivators. They were simply not something He Guifeng could resist.
Ma Daha's face was gloomy and terrifying. The hands in his sleeves were already holding two throwing knives. As long as the situation was not right, Ma Daha would immediately draw the throwing knives to attack the enemy.
"Fellow immortal masters, this is He Guifeng, the captain of the Dingyuan caravan. I wonder what the immortal masters are doing when they surround us." He Guifeng asked with courage.
A young man with a small stature waved casually at He Guifeng: "You have nothing to do here. Take your men and get out of here."
"Well." Ma Daha frowned tightly. Since the target of this group of immortal cultivators is not the Dingyuan caravan, it is himself. Ma Daha's heart tightened. Could it be because of that treasure? Thinking of this, Ma Daha's heart suddenly became dark. Get nervous.
He Guifeng also realized that the problem might arise on Ma Daha. His face twitched and he said to Ma Daha: "Master Immortal, they..."
Ma Daha ignored He Guifeng. Instead, he raised his hands in all directions and said, "Fellow Taoists, please be polite. I'm going to leave you. Ma Daha is the protector of the Bamboo Leaf Sect. I don't know what you are doing here, fellow Taoists."
"Hey... Ma Daha. This is such an interesting name." A white-faced scholar walked out of the crowd, shaking a paper fan.
Ma Daha glanced at the white-faced scholar. His pupils shrank immediately. This white-faced scholar turned out to be a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Ma Daha hurriedly saluted: "May I ask what this senior's name is?"
The white-faced scholar chuckled: "I am a casual cultivator. Even if I tell you my name, you would never have heard of it... Ma Daha. I won't bother you anymore. Hand over your things. I will leave you a complete body."
There was a hint of confusion on Ma Daha's face: "Senior, what is it? Do you want a spiritual stone? I will give it to you right away." As he spoke, Ma Daha took out a storage bag from his body.
"Stop pretending to me." The white-faced scholar snorted: "Ma Daha, do you think your Bamboo Leaf Sect is very secretive? In fact, everyone has long known that your Bamboo Leaf Sect has obtained Muyunsha. Hurry and hand over Muyunsha. ."
"Yes. Hand over Mu Yunsha quickly. Otherwise, you will be reduced to ashes." There was a roar all around.
Ma Daha's heart sank. Sure enough, they all came here because of Mu Yunsha. It's really strange. Our Bamboo Leaf Sect has blocked the news. How did they know that I escorted Mu Yunsha to Dashi Country? Could it be... Bamboo Leaf There is a spy in the church.
"Madaha. I'll give you another chance. You hand over Mu Yunsha with your own hands. I'll leave you with a whole body. Or let me do it. I'll skin you and cramp you." The white-faced scholar said viciously.
Ma Daha frowned. Then he laughed: "Here. I'll give you Mu Yunsha..." Ma Daha stretched out his hand and shook it. Two handfuls flew towards the white-faced scholar. At the same time, Ma Daha jumped up and ran towards the back.
"If you want to run away, there's no way." The white-faced scholar waved his sleeves and shot down the two incoming weapons. Then he jumped after Ma Daha.
Other immortal cultivators also offered their magic weapons one after another and chased after him.
"Huh..." He Guifeng wiped his cold sweat. Just when he was about to call the team members to escape, he heard a burst of whistling from the sky. He Guifeng looked up. His face changed drastically. Countless fireballs fell from the sky. He Guifeng Shouted: "Run away. Run away."
The members of the Dingyuan caravan didn't even want their goods and camels. They scattered in all directions and fled desperately.
"Puff...Puff..." Balls of fire fell rapidly from the sky, burning all the fleeing team members into ashes. Even the dozens of camels were not spared. They all turned into dust in the desert.
These fireballs were released by those cultivators. Their purpose was to kill people and silence them.
The fire ball fell for half an hour before slowly stopping.
"Poof." A dark turtle shell suddenly emerged from the pile of sand. The turtle shell shook, and then spit out a man in a state of embarrassment. Upon closer inspection, this man turned out to be He Guifeng.
He Guifeng glanced around in panic. After seeing that the fire ball had disappeared, He Guifeng breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I have the ancestral defensive turtle shell. Otherwise, I would really be burned to death by the fire ball today." "He Guifeng inherited a turtle shell magic weapon from his ancestors. As long as the blood essence of the He family is dripped on the turtle shell, the turtle shell protector can be activated.
After taking a few breaths, He Guifeng got up and began to look for the members of the Dingyuan caravan. However, when he searched for several miles, he could not see a single figure. "Plop." He Guifeng collapsed on the ground: "It's over. It's over. All the team members died... The Dingyuan caravan collapsed..." It took a long time for He Guifeng to recover, get up, and walk away in despair.
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Besides, after Ma Daha threw two flying knives, he ran away with all his strength. However, his cultivation was not as good as others. He was soon caught up by the white-faced scholar.
"Where to run." The white-faced scholar stretched out his hand and grabbed Ma Daha's shoulder. With a slight force, Ma Daha's entire arm was torn off. Then he waved a palm tightly. The sharp wind of the palm was direct. Blow Madaha away.
"Bang." Ma Daha fell heavily to the ground and screamed while holding her broken arm.
"Whoosh." The white-faced scholar descended from a high altitude. He raised his foot and stepped on Ma Daha's chest. He shouted sternly: "Take out Mu Yunsha quickly..."
Ma Daha's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He said feebly: "I can give you Mu Yunsha. But you have to let me go..."
"Dare you tell me the terms?" The white-faced scholar raised his hand and gave Ma Daha a few slaps. Then he searched out Ma Daha's storage bag and used his spiritual sense to explore it. His face suddenly darkened: "Where did you hide Mu Yunsha? Already."