This day.

Fang Xing, the ancestor of the Fang family, was besieged by three major feather realms and died. The senior management of the Fang and Wu families, as well as the ancestor of the Fang family who had only breathed a sigh of relief, were also killed by all ten holy cultivators.

News is out.

All were in an uproar.

Immediately, forces of all sizes took action, eating meat and drinking soup, completely dividing the two families.

Since then.

The two families fell apart, and countless tribe members were killed or injured, and they were completely removed from Zhongzhou.

...

Regarding this.

Gu Han is ignorant.

After listening to the fat man's advice, he naturally did not dare to fly too high, and he deliberately avoided crowded places and kept flying towards the West.

And the westward.

The less people are, the less they see monks.

In the blink of an eye.

More than ten days passed.

The area where the Fu family is located is on the outermost periphery of Zhongzhou, much closer to the Western Desert than the Eastern Desert. Although he did not fly with all his strength, he had already arrived at the border of the Western Desert at this time.

The place to see.

A piece of yellow sand.

Although there are a few green spots, they still seem listless.

only.

The inspiration here is not weak at all. Although it is not as strong as Zhongzhou, it is even slightly richer than the Eastern Wilderness.

Although I was confused.

But he had no intention of exploring it.

Entering the western desert.

His sense of human disaster became stronger and stronger, and he simply flew lower, even suppressing his speed.

In a blink of an eye.

Another two or three days passed.

The yellow sand in front of him gradually disappeared, and the greenness gradually increased. He could even occasionally see some traces of mortals.

Could it be...

Is it here for my own human disaster?

"stop!"

Just as I was thinking about it, a cold shout suddenly came from afar.

Immediately afterwards.

A strong smell of blood came to his face, and three figures fell from far to near!

Gu Han's body stagnated and he secretly observed the three of them.

The one in the lead was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and a ferocious spirit. He was covered with a black robe. His cultivation was around the third level of the Heavenly Tribulation. The bloody smell came from him. The two behind him were dressed almost, with a slightly lower cultivation than him, and only the Yukong Realm.

"no."

Gu Han shook his head.

These three people are not his robbery.

"Boy!"

The big man said angrily: "What is it? What about the things, hand them over!"

"What?"

Gu Han was stunned.

"Storage Ring!"

Behind the man, a man sneered: "It's obvious that he is a man who has never seen the world. This is our Blood Soul Ancestor. This is the territory of our Blood Soul Sect. If you pass by here, you will absorb the spiritual energy here without your permission. You don't know how to live or die. Who gave you the courage to do this!"

With his cultivation level.

Naturally, he could not see through Gu Han's depth and only regarded him as a cultivator in the Yukong Realm.

"good!"

Another person also said: "If you absorb a little, he will absorb a little. If this continues, our Blood Soul Sect will not be able to overcome it! You have to pay, pay a hundred times more!"

“…”

Gu Han looked speechless.

You can think of such a weird reason. He felt that the fat man would be reluctant to give up the disadvantage when he saw these three people.

He didn't want to get involved with the three of them.

Turn around and leave.

At this moment, a Buddha's chant sounded, and the sound was faintly crisp and tender, which clearly reached everyone's ears.

"who!"

The man was furious.

"Ancestor, I hate bald donkey the most!"

Just finished speaking.

A small figure suddenly appeared in the distance, folded his hands together and approached everyone step by step.

But he was a little novice monk, who looked only about teenage years old, with beautiful eyes, and his monk's robes on his body looked a little worn, and his eyes were full of compassion and innocence.

"Little bald donkey?"

The big man laughed angrily.

The blood evil intention of the body instantly rose up and then fell in front of the young monk.

"You are so brave!"

"donor."

The little novice monk stared at him, and the compassion in his eyes became even more intense.

"You have a connection with my Buddha."

"Bad!"

The man was furious.

"Our tutor said, if any bald donkey dares to say this, it will destroy his bald donkey. The little bald donkey, the ancestor sees that you are still young, and he is unwilling to bully the young, and save the storage of your body... Bah, he is so poor that he doesn't even have a monk's robbery. Get out quickly. If you dare to delay the serious affairs of the ancestor, don't blame the ancestor for being ruthless!"

"What to see!"

Seeing Gu Han staring here.

The big man grinned.

"Storage rings, magic weapons, pills... hand over all valuable things!"

Gu Han didn't say anything.

It's not him that I see.

But that little novice monk.

The big man didn't see it, but he could see it clearly. The little novice monk's cultivation had reached a half-step transcendent realm, and under the compassion and innocence in his eyes, there was a hint of extreme madness and bloodthirst. This kind of eyes... was very similar to the demon shadow that appeared behind Gu Tian!

Could it be...

Is he his own disaster?

But at this moment, there was no sign of disaster on him, and he immediately denied this speculation.

"This donor."

At this time.

The little novice monk looked at him and smiled kindly, "You are also destined to be with me, Buddha."

"Oh!"

The man smiled.

"Little bald donkey, you dare to say something else, I believe it or not!"
To be continued...