In the desert, wind and sand were rising, and the world was full of yellow.

Two people, two swords, one in front and one behind, walked in mushy.

Let the strong wind whistle and the sandstorm sweep, the two of them still had a steady pace, because the people in front of them pinched the wind-proofing trick, and Sand turned around, but they did not touch their clothes at all.

He was not hesitant to the excessive overflowing spiritual power, and protected both of them firmly. He held the sheepskin map in one hand and made gestures with the other hand. His sleeves with silver-purple piping rolled in the wind.

The person walking behind was bloodless and thin, and he was only concerned about walking with his head down, and his expression was not very good.

When the wind passed by, the sleeves of the man behind him were lifted up, revealing a complete circle of stitching marks on his left wrist.

...The hand seemed to have been chopped off with his wrist and forced to put it together.

As he walked, the person in front of him stopped, held the map in his hand, and looked distressed: "Hey, I said, please help me see..."

As he said that, he turned around and found that the person following him had quietly walked out of the protection of the Wind-Habiting Technique, walked towards the distance, and had already walked a distance, leaving only a vast back.

The wasp-like sand hit the man's face, and he seemed to be unable to feel the pain and walked forward.

The person in front was shocked and shouted "Xu Pingsheng" twice. Seeing that he ignored him, he had to chase him with a gesture.

The man named "Xu Pingsheng" turned a deaf ear to the call, lifted his long legs and walked quickly until his destination did not stop.

Those were several clusters of camel thorns that were still standing in the strong wind.

Xu Pingsheng chose the leeward position under the camel's thorn, sat down with his knees, waiting for the man to chase him.

When he did these things, his expression was cold and indifferent throughout the whole process.

The person who caught up to him saw Xu Pingsheng's natural appearance, and he was so angry that he slapped his head.

Xu Pingsheng clearly gave birth to a pretty and proud face, but was beaten but returned without hesitation: "What are you doing to hit me?!"

"What are you running around? What should I do if I lose you?"

"You hit me."

"What's wrong with hitting you?! Do you still dare to hit me?!...You still hit?"

The two of them pushed me and I pushed you and fought for a while, staring at each other, and they were both angry.

After making a mess, the man was exhausted, so he simply sat down beside Xu Pingsheng: "I am so tired, can you save me some snacks? Why are you making trouble for no reason?"

Xu Pingsheng stared at him: "I didn't make a fuss."

As he said that, Xu Pingsheng untied his front collar and took off his clothes, revealing his crisscrossing stitching scars.

He stretched out his clothes and blocked them on their heads.

The other person was a little surprised by his sudden action: "...what are you doing?"

Xu Pingsheng said: "Rest."

He said intermittently: "You haven't slept for three days. Don't, you'll spend your spiritual power and do unnecessary things. When the wind stops, you'll look for the ore veins."

This stuttering, not smooth expression made the other person stunned and his heart slightly warmed.

He thought about it, took down the wind shelter, and sat in the small protective wall that was almost none supported by a few clusters of camel thorns and a piece of clothing.

The strong wind whistled past the two men who were standing side by side. He could only speak loudly, and the voice could make Xu Pingsheng hear it: "Do you feel sorry for me!"

Xu Pingsheng covered his clothes on his heads to cover the wind and sand. At the same time, he risked a mouthful of sand in the sound of wind and sand, and scolded him loudly: "I'm sick!"

The other party responded politely: "You are sick! You are not mute. You didn't say anything when you followed me just now, which made me worry so much!"

Xu Pingsheng didn't say anything anymore, put his chin on his knees, not looking at him.

The other party bent his eyes with a smile on his face: "You know I won't leave you, don't you?"

Xu Pingsheng pursed his lips and stared at him fiercely.

When he was planning to tease Xu Pingsheng for a few words, he suddenly felt something and raised his head.

In the wind and sand, a blue butterfly came, and his wings spread apart the wind and sand and landed on his fingertips.

It was a letter from Jing Sanchai, Qianjiyuan, and the content was also very concise:

Uncle Thirty-fourth, please return quickly after receiving the letter. Feng Dayan was also in the yard and asked for something.

...

Half a day ago, the Demonic Cultivator Thirty Si was still in the bitter and hot desert. According to the sheepskin map, he planned to find the vein of the spirit stone so that it would be used by the Bushimen.

Half a day later, he sat in Jing Sanchai's Qianji Courtyard, tasting the newly picked tea, and opposite him was his second nephew Feng, Feng Rugu, who was called "Feng Dayan" by Jing Sanchai.

——Because Feng Rugu wore a single eye, against the backdrop of the crystal mirror, his right eye looked slightly larger than the other one.

Only Feng Ruyuan and Ruyi in the main house.

Jing Sanchai had just arranged the four little demon cultivators to hide underground in Qianjiyuan. He had a lot of things to hold on and had no time to sit down and chat with them. He was only responsible for contacting Sansi. Now he has left Qianjiyuan and has gone to do business elsewhere.

Xu Pingsheng, who was brought by Sansi, stayed obediently in the atrium, sat opposite a cage of thrush, and observed each other vigilantly.

...And some people are observing him.

Luofuchun, Sang Luojiu, and Haijing was in the side yard hut. The three of them were standing side by side, looking at him through a paper window that opened a crack.

"He is a waking corpse, right?" Hai Jing whispered, "I heard from others that there is a waking corpse next to the Demon Cultivator Sansi, who has been following him. He has a waking corpse with the Taoist Sect because of this waking corpse, right?"

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu looked at each other with a complicated expression.

Hai Jing noticed that the atmosphere was different and looked at them curiously.

Sang Luojiu explained: "...Xu Pingsheng wakes up the corpse...is our master Xiaoyaojun, and my master's brother."

Luo Fuchun added: "Bird brother."

"He?" Haijing was surprised, "...how could it be?"

This is a secret matter in Fengling, so it cannot be mentioned in detail to outsiders.

In order to disperse Hai Jing's attention, Luo Fuchun told Hai Jing about the life of his 34 people.

Thirty-four, pure demon bloodline, orthodox descendants of the demonic path. The blue eyes of the crow are the symbol of his pure blood.

I am afraid that there is no magic that is purer than his bloodline.

The two prosperous eras of the Demonic Way over the past century were created by his uncle Sanluo, and the other was created by his cousin Jiuzhideng.

Whether it was luck or misfortune, he was not very familiar with these two people, and he was only associated with a blood relationship.

In the first prosperous era, he was not as tall as a sword, so he did not participate.

In the second prosperous era, he became a traitor to the devil.

At that time, the Taoist sect was invaded by the demonic Taoism, and the four sects were scattered, with countless casualties and injuries.

After the disaster, Thirty-Si, who was not interested in the Dao Demon dispute, accidentally picked up Xu Pingsheng, who was refined into a awakened corpse, and Taoist disciples who were hidden in the mountains.

Thirty-four is born not to like killing, and only uses the mysterious and obsessive heart of the demonic way to use the sword art. He is obsessed with sword cultivating, and is an unyielding sword fool.

The most important one among his sword friends was the young Fengling Xiaoyaojun, Xu Xingzhi.

Relying on his thin blood relatives' identity, Thirty Si shamelessly asked Jiuzhideng, the Lord of the Demonic Way at that time, to come to this mountain for cultivation.

...He guarded Xu Xingzhi for this mountain disciple.

He used all the thirteen years that he could have indulged in love with these disciples until the four sects accumulate strength and make a comeback.

The devil's way collapsed, and he became the benefactor of the Taoist sect and the sinner of the Devil's sect.

He took off his burden and took Xu Pingsheng, who recognized him as the main person, but rarely listened to him. He occasionally traveled through mountains and rivers, occasionally returned to the cave where he had been staying for thirteen years to recuperate, and occasionally dealt with the revenge of the demon. He could have lived freely for several years.

However, the sad world cannot be overcome by a "good times will not last long".

Nine years ago, Xiaoyao Jun Xu Xingzhi and Taoist partner Meng Chongguang ascended.

Since then, some small Taoist sects have begun to move.

Is it a magic cultivator or a pure-blooded magic cultivator? He is of the same lineage as his uncle and his cousin. How can I guarantee that he has no ambitions?

Taking a step back, he did do good things for the Taoist sect back then, but as a demon cultivator, he could betray the demonic Taoist. Will he not betray the Taoist sect in the future?

Moreover, in the eyes of some ambitious Taoist sects, Sansi is an excellent target to use.

All these undercurrents were detonated in spring eight years ago.

That day, Sansi went down the mountain alone and walked on the road, and rescued a Taoist young master who was besieged by the Demonic Blood Sect.

After bombing the Blood Sects away, Sansi reached out to drag the young master.

Seeing him tremblingly collapsed on the ground, Thirty Si didn't mind.

When I drew my sword, my demonic energy was everywhere. I guess I was scared and thought I was going to do something bad for him.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the young master. He picked up the scabbard he threw aside, patted the dust, swept the light, and swept to a string of purple flowers by the side of the road. Thinking that it might be interesting to wear on Xu Pingsheng's head, he leaned over to pick it.

Then, he saw a soft sword passing by his chest.

In the past few years, he has been sieged and ambushed by the Demonic Way, but he has all escaped without even a single piece of oily skin.

He couldn't figure out why this sword was stabbed out by the Taoist people whom he still trusted?

Sansi turned around and saw a face intertwined with panic and joy.
To be continued...