In the endless bloody desert, the red gravels shone red lights under the blazing sunlight. Sometimes a strong wind blows, rolling up the gravels all over the sky and then fall onto the distant ground. The traces of human activities in the desert are quickly covered up.
, Everything quickly returned to silence.
In the world of the world, a figure with a strange magic weapon was flying at a rapid speed against the ground. The spiritual consciousness of the monks above the magic weapon was radiating freely towards the surroundings, scanning the surrounding situation.
The figure on the magic weapon was wrapped in a wide robe, and the strange bun on his head exposed his identity. In this world, only the Japanese from Lelanghai would have such costumes. Obviously, this
He is a Japanese monk in the fusion stage.
The Matsumoto Sword Sect has risen in the Lelang Sea for more than a hundred years, and the figures of Japanese people have never appeared in the Luoyang Desert. Therefore, it is naturally very strange that such a Japanese monk appeared in the heart of this desert.
The Japanese looked like a middle-aged man, with a stern face and a dusty face. It was obvious that he had been walking in the desert for a long time. In his hand, he held a token tightly,
Above the card, there was a pattern of a strange god statue, which looked extremely strange.
While the Japanese monk was rushing to the token at a rapid speed, his eyes swept at the token from time to time, and there was a hint of irritability in his eyes.
"The God Envoy has not heard from me for two days, and I don't know if that person is still in Calais..." The Japanese monk glanced at the token again and murmured.
"Let's talk about it first! Anyway, the token will react within thousands of miles of the target..."
The Japanese monks suddenly accelerated, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared from their sight...
...
Hundreds of miles away, in an abandoned town.
"Haha! This damn Rakshasa man! He was so arrogant just now, how about you? Are you dead?" A happy voice sounded.
Three Chinese monks holding Qinggang Swords stood together. On the ground in front of them, a bald young man holding a magic wand fell to the ground. The bright red blood moistened the bloody gravel, but it looked very inconspicuous.
The bald young man's face was already out of shape by the flying sword, and the nine light green demon crystals on the staff were also dim. It is obvious that this is a level 9 magician from the Rakshasa Kingdom!
The three people standing in front of him each had the initial aura of the fusion stage, and they were the three senior monks of the Daxia Kingdom.
Although the level is the same, the ability to fight alone is that the cultivators of the Great Xia Kingdom have the advantage, not to mention that there are only three. In the face of such a combination, a level 9 magician cannot gain any advantage.
Among the three, an old monk spat heavily at the corpse of the magician and cursed: "This guy thinks he is a wind magician with a fast speed, but he dares to provoke the three of us on his own initiative.
He is really looking for death! How could he know that the three of us brothers have been in the same group for hundreds of years. What he is best at is the art of joint attack! Haha, I want to play with us, but I end up playing myself to death, right?"
Another middle-aged monk stepped forward and stepped on the bald young man's body and laughed: "Rakshasa people are all stinky shit! Haha! Look at the badge on his chest, it should be from the big family of the Rakshasa Kingdom.
And! He looked like a young master who quickly achieved success by inheritance. He really thought that their bullshit holy tower was invincible? If we brothers encounter one, we should kill one! If we meet our brothers, we deserve it
He is in trouble!”
The third monk looked weak, just like a common Confucian scholar on the Jiuzhou Mainland. At this time, he took out the crystal card and smiled: "Okay, two brothers, let's settle the score clearly and take the crystal card over, I
Give you the meritorious value!" It is obvious that this Tianying group is led by him!
The other two monks smiled and took out the crystal card and put it together with the weak monk's crystal card. The weak monk made a mess on the crystal card and skillfully distributed the merit value to his two brothers. Then the three of them again
Put away the bald mage's storage scroll and staff.
The three of them all had satisfactory smiles on their faces, obviously they were quite satisfied with their gains today. The level 9 magician has a merit value of 5 million! Each of them has received more than 1 million merit value of
, This is a great gain!
Even if they are all monks in the fusion stage, such big deals are not something they can encounter every day.
In the desert with a radius of more than 100,000 miles, there are probably tens of thousands of monks scattered all over the desert. Such life-and-death collisions happen every day.
These three Chinese monks belong to the same Tianying group. For a hundred years, they have been hunting monsters and searching for treasures in the desert. The fighting skills of Tongluosha monks have long been mastered. For the same level of
They are very confident in fighting.
Suddenly, the weak monk's face changed slightly: "Who is this? So arrogant!"
The other two monks also curled their smiles. They clearly felt that a spiritual sense swept towards them unscrupulously.
The strength of the spiritual consciousness told them that the other party's level was similar to theirs. It was a taboo to sweep the spiritual consciousness in the desert. The spiritual consciousness of the three of them was just emitted dozens of miles away, and that person
Obviously, they dared to be so arrogant hundreds of miles away, which obviously made them feel unhappy.
"Go and go and have a look!" The three of them looked at each other, and at the same time they soared into the air and flew into the sky. At the same time, three spiritual senses emitted, locking the aura in the distance.
The owner of the breath obviously discovered the three people, and did not avoid them far away, but turned the direction directly and flew towards the direction of the three people.
"I'm stuck! Whose child is this? It's so awesome!" the middle-aged monk said angrily, "Let's go and see it! If it's a Rakshasa person, our brothers will make another big fortune today! If so,
If we Chinese people say so much, I must teach him a lesson. What is it that so arrogant in the Luoyang Desert is not seeking death?"
"Let's go!" The three people's bodies flashed at the same time, turning into three streams of light, and they shot in the direction of the aura. The aura in the distance was also coming, and the distance between the two sides was also approaching very quickly
Let's go.
There were no too high buildings or mountains in the Luoyang Desert. The three of them stood in the sky and their vision was extremely wide. Soon the three of them discovered the figure that was shooting from afar.
It was a monk flying towards the ground. He was stepping on a strange magic weapon like a strange snake under his feet, and his speed was also very fast. Although the monk was covered in his wide robe, the three of them knew that
I saw the strange bun on the monk's head.
The three of them stopped in the sky and looked at each other. The weak monk said slowly: "It's not Rakshasa, nor is it from us Daxia."
"It's a Japanese!" said the middle-aged monk, "If this dead Japanese man doesn't stay in the Lelang Sea, why are you doing in the Luoyang desert? Are you really impatient to live?"
"No matter whether he is a Rakshasa or a Japanese, as long as he is not a Chinese, the old rules will be over!" The old monk said impatiently, "If he is not a member of my race, his heart will be different, and Japanese are not good things.
! I have been making trouble in Jiangnan. If the court had not had the ban, I would have run over and killed them!"
"Haha! Brother said it well! Do you care who you are? Let's talk about anything else!" the middle-aged monk laughed.
"Okay, go and fuck him first, and then ask him what he is doing here." The weak monk smiled slightly, and the three of them suddenly accelerated again, flying towards the Japanese, and at the same time, they also descended extremely quickly and came to the ground.
nearby.
......
The Japanese monk looked at the token in his hand, and a hint of excitement appeared in his pupils. At this time, a red dot suddenly appeared on the token.
"The goal has finally appeared! I finally reached the goal!"
"After completing this mission, the God Envoy will no longer have any worries. He will definitely reward us with great rewards! Maybe I still have the chance to enter the Mahayana period!"
The Japanese monk raised his head and saw three figures rushing from afar, frowned slightly: "Hmph! It's really troublesome!"
However, there was no trace of fear on his face.
Three Chinese monks came to a place several miles away from the Japanese, and fell directly to the ground, blocking the Japanese monks' way.
The Japanese monk snorted coldly, his body slightly circled, and he wanted to rush past.
"Stop it!" Seeing that the Japanese monks were about to pass by them, the three Chinese monks shouted loudly, and at the same time swung the Qinggang sword, swung out three huge sword lights more than 10 meters long, towards the Japanese monks.
The monk slashed away with his head.
The Japanese monk flashed slightly, and the attacks of the three people passed by, but he stopped and stared at the three Chinese monks without saying a word.
"Haha! Brothers, look, this dead man is angry, haha!" The middle-aged Chinese monk laughed.
"Hey! Why don't you stay in the sea? Why do you come here? Is this place on this continent the same place?" The old monk shook his beard and said loudly.
The Japanese monk looked around, sneered, and said slowly in stiff Daxia dialect: "Here, everything on the mainland will eventually belong to us Fusang people! Now, please get out of the way! Otherwise, die!" "Puff!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged monk almost burst into laughter, "Listen, listen! Did you hear that, everything on the mainland will belong to them! Haha, the Rakshasa people dare not be so crazy! Is mine?
Oh, it’s so funny!”
"You, go to death!" The Japanese monk looked at the middle-aged monk coldly and stretched out his fingers to the token in his hand and weighed a little harder!
"Peng!" The middle-aged monk's face changed, his body fell heavily to the ground, and his face turned pale in an instant!
"Second, what are you doing?" The weak young man and the old man were stunned and shouted in unison.
The middle-aged monk only felt a mountain-like pressure covering his whole body. The other party was like a god in his eyes, and he was like a small ant like a mountain.
It was a pressure from the depths of the soul. Such a pressure was so powerful that it should not belong to this world at all. Even monks in the Tribulation Period could not produce such pressure.
This is a completely different pressure at different levels of life.