After all, among the time travelers, they are all practicing practitioners, and their journey is very fast. In just one month, they have already reached the foot of Kunlun Mountain. The towering Kunlun ancestral veins span the Nanzhanbu Continent and Xiniu Hezhou. They are the natural state boundaries of two major states. The long yellow sand desert of Xiniu Hezhou, when they arrive here, there is a hint of tenderness brought by the snow melting water on Kunlun Mountain.

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

This is a deserted land in the wilderness. The travelers have been walking along the river for three days on the Gobi Desert. Because the speed of climbing the wind and clouds is slow. Except for crossing mountains and rivers, they have to build up wind and clouds when crossing the wind-eroded rocks and the rugged terrain of the valley. At other times, they either use the magical power (Buddha Son) or paste the armor and horse yellow talisman, or use escape techniques. In short, they all show their magical powers and dare not fall behind.

"Most of the rivers here originate from the snow peaks of Tanggula and Kunlun. Following this dry river channel, you should go down the Kunlun Mountains not far away!" Chen Ang guided them the way.

Some people doubted: "The terrain and landform of the ancient times are so different from those of later generations! Why are you sure?"

"It's so scary here!" The old scholar muttered: "The Yuanmagnetic Divine Light I practiced cannot tell the direction after entering the Great Gobi Desert! The wind evil that blew the day before yesterday was rich like a steel knife, and the black sand was like cold iron, mixed in the evil spirit. Not to mention the flesh and blood body, even the essence and gold magic weapon could not stand it!"

"Also, you idiot!" The old Taoist priest Qingchen said angrily: "In the Black Wind Evil, he dared to use the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light to protect his body, which led to the high-altitude Gangfeng and the Black Evil Storm. The essence of the black sand in the black sand will be attracted by you. The Tiangang and Earth Evil intersect and turn into the divine thunder Xuansha. With the help of the black sand of gold iron, it will be transformed into the ninety-nine levels of gold wind mixed with the evil god thunder... The heavenly tribulation is not that scary! I am living in my 350s and have the blessing of heaven. I am about to see the Taoist ancestor, and I almost kill you!"

"There is another last time!" The butcher strong man cursed angrily: "You flew across the river valley with the Yuanmagnetic light, and you ran quickly. I was frightened when I met the evil of the river valley behind you. The mixed poisonous water erupted upwards. Within hundreds of miles, all the plants, trees, birds and beasts died. If I hadn't given up a life-saving talisman and turned into light and escaped, the poisonous water of the evil, I would have turned into pus when I was a little closer!"

"The last time you alarmed the big demon in the valley, swallowing and spitting out the miasma, almost causing me to be swallowed alive!"

"I was almost cheated by you too! The voice called our names, and you ran quickly without looking back, and didn't remind me, I accidentally turned around and almost died in the hands of the demon. If it weren't for Senior Chen Ang's rescue... Senior even gave me a secret magic technique that could summon people's souls, why don't you give me an explanation? Don't blame me for calling your name."

The old scholar has long aroused the anger of heaven and people, and has committed public anger. Now someone takes the lead in condemning him. Seeing that many of the time travelers are ready to look at him, I have to admit his mistakes and apologize everywhere, promising many benefits. He is also knowledgeable and talented, and there are many useful places among the time travelers, so he has not been besieged by the crowd.

Besides! The old scholar is proficient in escape methods, and he is best at running away. He is also as timid as a mouse, extremely alert, and always adheres to the attitude of running away from danger without running away. Can I still run away? Although he has caused trouble many times, every time an incident occurs, he can escape from his life one step ahead of others. That is why he cheated many people. There are so many people here, and if Chen Ang and several other recognized masters do not take action, it is really unlikely to take him down.

The old peddler wanted to change the topic. He was extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment. He noticed something was wrong in front of him. He quickly pointed forward and exclaimed: "Look at that oasis, it seems that something is different?"

Everyone used their magical powers to peek in front of them. Sure enough, a hundred miles away, there seemed to be traces of people in an oasis by the river, but it was the meal time, but it was the meal time, but there was no one in the crowd.

Several people with high magic power set up their escape lights, and within a moment they landed in the oasis. When the middle-aged demon path landed, they couldn't help but exclaim, and the others also looked solemn. In the oasis, there were bones scattered everywhere, and some dried corpses seemed to be struggling, with a hideous expression, as if they were dying in great pain.

The old Taoist priest Qingchen looked around and said solemnly: "These should be nomadic ghost Fang Rong people. For some reason, the entire tribe was dead! I looked around and found that the harsh yin energy here was very strong and had a hint of fierceness. It should be a plague or filth that harmed people's lives. However, the people here did not die suddenly. I looked at the back, and there were many newly built tombs. The entire tribe should have struggled for a month, buried nearly half of the population before being suddenly massacred!"

The butcher stood in front of the two skeletons, with a little confused expression. As the time travelers felt one after another, they also made a judgment on the situation. Everyone thought that this place should be not far from Kunlun Kingdoms. Come to Kunlun Mountain, where the nomadic people of the Guifang are located. When you pass the Guifang, you will probably reach the Hetao Plain where Yiqu is located.

After walking a few steps in the tribe ruins, someone smelled an extremely strange smell, which was a bit like the fishy smell of wild beasts, with a strong rotten smell. Several people came up to see it and found that it was a row of clay pots, neatly arranged in a row and placed under the earthen wall. Some people curiously came over to take a look and couldn't help but exclaim.

“These jars contain human heads!”

The old scholar came up and saw a tightly stuffed black ball on the abdomen of the jar. He broke one and saw the round head inside rolling out. It was a human head, or the head of the Guifang Quanrong. His eyes were wide open and his face was extremely ferocious.

Someone among the time travelers said tremblingly: "The mouth of this can shouldn't be able to stuff a head into the mouth!"

When 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 was larger than it. Someone sneered: "You are still a practitioner. Such a small thing can be done by using the technique of shrinking objects." He raised an empty jar next to him and put it on his head. Sure enough, he stretched his head in easily.

His voice buzzed from the jar: "Look, I'm stuffing it in now!"

"Bored!" Everyone shook their heads and laughed. Everyone was a cultivator. Who would scare this trick? After checking it out, everyone had no intention of avenging the people of this tribe. They just used a spell to find out where the people ahead were from the breath of some valuable supplies of the tribe. After determining the direction, they had to rush over.

At this time, someone saw the time traveler before, who was still wearing the jar, and couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you going to wear it all the time?"

When the old Taoist priest, monks, strong men and others were walking in front, he hurriedly turned around and saw a man wearing a jar on his head standing behind them without answering. The old Taoist priest's face changed and he couldn't help but scold, "Don't get close! He is no longer a human!"

The monk Buddha looked shocked and angry, and he kept chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth.

"The yin energy is so heavy, this is probably the filth that caused this tribe to be slaughtered! Tell you not to commit suicide... Relying on a little magical power, you dare to move around randomly. Do you really think this is still our thousand world? In ancient times, ghosts knew how many dangerous ghosts there were, don't forget... the underworld is still there!" the old Taoist priest scolded.

Chen Ang reminded: "The underworld is still there, how could such ghosts come out in broad daylight? Could it be that something happened in the underworld?"

"Senior thought too much!" The strong man could still laugh: "What's going on in this ancient underworld? We don't know what's going on, so don't you let me go and miss two ghosts occasionally?"

Someone could no longer help but slash a thunder in his palm to test it. The lightning light easily smashed the pottery jar, revealing the head inside. It turned out that the man's head had disappeared, and now it was the head that was put on his neck.

Everyone looked at where the heads were, where was the broken clay pot still there? But there was an additional complete clay pot, and everyone could understand whose head was contained in it.

The old Taoist roared angrily: "The world is infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the method!" The iron whisk in his hand surged, and silver threads swept away. When he slapped on the ghost, countless lightnings intertwined into millions of tiny silver snakes, they were about to refine the ghost into ashes. The human head flew up and turned into a ferocious and terrifying strange bird with his two ears as his wings, allowing his body to be refined by the lightning.

The old Taoist priest cursed: "The son of the turtle in the turtle of the turtle! If you hadn't caused my baby whisk to be severely damaged by the golden wind, will I fall to this level?"

Chen Ang loudly reminded: "Be careful, that's the Gu eagle!"

The ferocious bird, whose head turned into, screamed. The time travelers covered their ears and resisted the sharp screams. After the sound passed, everyone was unscathed. The strong man sneered: "Just your three-legged cat skills, it's okay to harm mortals, and I want to harm us..."

Before he finished speaking, his face began to turn pale because he saw that the row of more than 30 pottery jars had all started to crack because of the sound of the Gu Diao, and the things inside were ready to move. The time travelers looked at the deep ghost energy and had just killed one of them. After weighing the pros and cons, they found that even if the old Taoist priest Qingchen, who was the top three of them, took action, it would be even more Gu Diao could barely tie it.

If we join forces with the Buddhist monk, we might be able to go through a hard battle to eliminate the Gu Diao. There are definitely no more than ten people here who can help, and there are more than thirty jars that can turn into Gu Diao monsters.

Everyone can analyze a rough calculation by calculating it with elementary school mathematics. So the old scholar first reacted and turned into a light to escape and fled. Others followed one after another, even Chen Ang was no exception.

Someone flew away in the air and looked back. He saw that countless strange birds and monsters transformed by human heads had already chased them into the air. In the tribe, several dead poplars pulled out their roots. In the root system, several dry corpses were struggling. There were ghosts flying by the river, and white dogs running with corpses on the ground. In a breath, this small tribe on the riverside instantly turned into ghosts.

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

"Brah!"
Chapter completed!