Fantasy World Transmigration - 947. Chapter 947

At any rate, the traversers are all cultivators with extremely fast feet, but within a month of work, they have already reached the foot of the Kunlun Mountains. The majestic Kunlun ancestral line spans Nanzhan Buzhou and Xiniu Hezhou. The natural state boundary of the state, the long yellow sand Gobi of Xiniu Hezhou, here, there is a touch of softness brought by the snow melt on the Kunlun Mountains.

The winding rivers create many oases on the Gobi Desert. They are connected in a string along the river, like green pearls strung by silver threads in the yellow sand of the Gobi.

This is a no-man’s land in the wilderness of thousands of miles. The travellers have been walking along the river on the Gobi for three days, because the wind climbing the clouds is slow, except for crossing the mountains and rivers, passing through the wind-eroded rocks and river valleys. In the rugged terrain, you have to set up the wind and cloud. At other times, you may use magical powers (Buddha Bhikkhu), or attach a horse yellow talisman, or use escape methods.

“Most of the rivers here originate from Tanggula and the snow peaks of Kunlun. Along this dry river, you should be down to the Kunlun Mountains after a short walk!” Chen Ang pointed out the way for them.

Someone doubted: “The topography of the ancient times is so different from the later generations! Why can you be sure?”

“It’s terrible here!” The old scholastic mumbled: “The magneto divine light I cultivated, after entering the Great Gobi, can no longer discern the direction! The wind that blew the day before yesterday, the evil spirit is as strong as a steel knife, that black The sand is like cold iron, mixed in the evil spirit, not to mention the flesh and blood, even the fine gold magic weapon can’t stand it!”

“Also, you stupid!” The old Taoist Qingchen said angrily: “Dare to protect the body with the primordial magnet and divine light in the black wind, and the result is that the high-altitude wind and the black storm intersect, and the person in the black sand The quality of fine iron is all attracted by you. The heavens, the earth and the evil intersect, transforming into a god thunder and profound brake, and with the help of the black sand of the quality of gold and iron, it is biotransformed into ninety-nine heavy gold, wind, and god thunder… The robbery is not that terrible! The old man lived more than three hundred and fifty years old. He was lucky enough to see Dao Ancestor. He almost killed you!”

“One more time!” The strong butcher also shouted angrily: “You flew across the river valley with the magneto divine light, and ran fast by yourself. I was shocked when I met the river valley behind you, and mixed poisonous water erupted upwards. Within hundreds of miles, the plants, birds, and beasts were all dead. If I hadn’t given up a pair of life-saving charms and turned the light to escape, the evil poisonous water would turn into pus next to me!”

“And the last time you alarmed the Great Demon in the Valley, swallowed a miasma, and almost made me swallowed alive!”

“I was almost killed by you too! The voice called the names of both of us, and you ran fast without turning back, and didn’t remind me. It made me accidentally. When I looked back, I almost died in the hands of the demon. If it weren’t for Senior Chen Ang’s rescue… Senior even gave me a magical power that can call people’s souls. Or give me an explanation. Don’t blame me for calling your name.”

The old pedagogy has already provoked anger and resentment, and has committed the anger of the people. Now some people take the lead in condemning. Seeing that many of the travellers are gearing up, I must show him good looks. He has to confess his mistakes carefully and make amends everywhere. He has promised a lot of benefits. Many talents, there are still many useful places among the traversers, so they are not besieged by the crowd.

Moreover! The old scholar is proficient in escape, and he is best at escape. He is also timid and vigilant. He has always adhered to the principle of not running away but dangerous. Can I still run away from you? Although he has repeatedly caused troubles, he can escape for his life before others. That’s why many people have been pitted. There are so many people here, if Chen Ang and several other recognized masters do not make a move, there is really no possibility of winning him.

The old scholar wanted to change the subject. He was extremely keen on the surrounding environment. He noticed that there was something wrong in the front. He quickly pointed forward and exclaimed: “You look at the oasis, it seems different?”

Everyone used their magical powers and peeped ahead. Sure enough, a hundred miles away, there seemed to be people in an oasis by the river.

Several people with powerful mana set up the escape light, and within a moment, they landed in the oasis, and the middle-aged demon road only landed, and they couldn’t help exclaiming, and the others looked solemn. In the oasis, there were bones scattered everywhere, and some air-dried corpses seemed to be still struggling, with a grim expression, and it seemed that the death was very painful.

The old Taoist Qingchen checked around and solemnly said:’These should be nomadic ghost Fang Rong people. For some reason, the entire tribe is dead! I looked around and found that the terrible yin here was very strong, with a hint of fierceness. It should be the plague or filth that killed people. But the people here didn’t die suddenly. I looked at the back and there were many newly piled tombs. The entire tribe should have been struggling for a month and buried nearly half of the population before it was suddenly slaughtered! ”

Standing in front of the two bones, the butcher was a little puzzled. As the travellers felt one after another, they also had a judgment of the situation. Everyone thought that this place should not be far from the Kunlun Hundred Kingdoms. Coming to Kunlun Mountain, it is a ghost. Fang is where the nomadic people are, and after passing Guifang, you will reach the Hetao Plain where Yiqu is located.

After walking a few steps in the tribal ruins, some people smelled an extremely strange smell, a bit like the stench of beasts, with a strong smell of decay. A few people went up and took a look. It turned out to be a column of pottery. The jars were neatly arranged in a row and placed under the earth wall. Someone leaned over curiously and couldn’t help but exclaim.

“These jars contain human heads!”

Old Xue Xue leaned forward and saw a tightly stuffed black ball on the belly of the jar. He broke one and saw the round head inside rolled out. It was a human head, still a ghost. Fang Qunrong’s head, eyes wide open, and his face extremely hideous.

Someone among the traversers trembled: “This jar mouth should not be able to put a human head in it!”

Everyone saw that the opening of the jar was only the size of a fist. Not to mention a human head, even the radius of the neck is larger than it. Someone sneered and said, “You are still a practitioner. For such small things, you just need to shrink things. You can do it with the magic technique.” He raised an empty jar next to it and put it on his head, and he stuck his head in easily.

His voice buzzed from the jar: “Look, I’m going to put it in!”

“Boring!” Everyone shook their heads and laughed. Everyone is a cultivator. Who does this trick scare you? After hurriedly checking, everyone didn’t mean to avenge the people of this tribe. It was just a spell. From the breath of some valuable supplies of the tribe, they found out where the people are in front, determined the direction, and rushed over.

At this time, someone saw that the previous traverser was still wearing that jar, and couldn’t help but laughed: “Are you still going to keep wearing it?”

The old Taoist priests, bhikkhus, strong men and others who were walking in front heard the words and hurriedly looked back. A man with a jar on his head stood behind them and did not answer. The old Taoist’s expression changed and he couldn’t help but scold Said: “Don’t come close! He is no longer human!”

The Buddha’s bhikkhu looked frightened and kept chanting the Buddha’s name in his mouth while holding the prayer beads.

“The yin is so heavy, this is probably the filth that caused this tribe to be slaughtered! Tell you not to die… With a little magical power, you dare to move wildly. Is this really our one thousand world? In ancient times, ghosts knew how many dangerous ghosts there were, don’t forget… the underworld is still there!” the old Taoist scolded.

Chen Ang reminded: “The underworld is still there, how could such a ghost come out in broad daylight? Could something happen to the underworld?”

“Senior thinks too much!” The brawny man could still laugh: “What is the situation in this ancient underworld, we don’t know what’s going on. Do people in Fuxing occasionally miss two ghosts?”

Someone couldn’t help but hacked out a palm thunder. The thunder light easily smashed the earthen jar, exposing the head of the person inside. The head of that person had disappeared. Now the person wearing it on his neck is just now. The human head in the broken clay pot.

Everyone looked at where the head was, where was the broken clay pot still? But there is a complete clay pot, and everyone does not need to look at it to understand whose head is in it.

The old Taoist roared: “Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!” The iron whisk in his hand soared, the silver wire swept away, and slapped on the ghost, countless thunder lights intertwined into tens of thousands of tiny silver snakes, and the ghost must be refined into it. Fly ash. The head flew up and turned into a terrifying strange bird with two ears as wings, allowing the body to be refined by lightning.

The old Taoist cursed: “You are a tortoise son in Niu! What if the treasure of Lao Tzu you killed was so badly injured in the golden wind and the evil spirits. As for Lao Tzu to fall to this point?”

Chen Ang reminded loudly: “Be careful, that’s Gu eagle!”

The fierce bird Gu carving whose head turned into a scream, the traversers covered their ears and resisted the sharp screams. After the sound passed, everyone was unharmed. The strong man sneered, “Just your three-legged cat. Ability, it’s okay to harm mortals, but I want to harm us…”

Before he finished speaking, his face turned pale, because he saw that the row of more than 30 clay pots, because of the cries of the gu carvings, had all begun to crack, and the contents were about to move, and the traversers watched. The ghost is deep, just killed one of them Gu eagle, weighing a moment, found that even if the top three mana of the old Taoist Qingchen shot, it is more than Gu eagle can be equal to.

If you join forces with the buddha-bhikkhu, you may be able to eliminate the Gu eagle after a bitter battle. There are definitely not more than ten people who can help here, and there are thirty people in the pot that can be turned into a gu eagle monster. Multiple.

You can analyze a rough idea by using elementary school math calculations. Therefore, the old scholar first reacted and turned into a escape, and other people followed suit, even Chen Ang was no exception.

Someone flew into the air and looked back, only to see that the strange birds and monsters made of human heads have been chased into the air. In the tribe, several dead Populus euphratica pulled out their roots, and in the root system, several withered corpses were struggling. , There are ghosts flying by the river, and white dogs running with corpses on the ground. In a breath, this small tribe on the river instantly turned into a ghost.

In the shadow of the ghost, the gaze of an indescribable existence remained in his last memory.

“Brahma!”

The old Taoist heard a cry of fear coming from behind, he turned his head and saw a traverser fleeing from the wind, alive in the air into a hideous ghost!