Before Mo Wentian could walk out of the passage, he heard a burst of exclamation from the exit of the canyon. He quickly followed, looked up and suddenly opened his eyes. The world was covered with blood. It seemed that nature was frozen here, making it stand still forever. The scorching sunlight reflected on it, and a red sand mist rose.

"Desert! Bloody Desert!" Mo Wentian was shocked. He could hardly believe his eyes. On the other side of the canyon was a lush carnivorous forest, but only a mountain range was the endless desert, and the bright red sand sea. When he suddenly saw it, he felt incredible.

Ren Pingzhi's face was extremely pale and said in horror: "The desert is a desolate place, how can there be any treasures? And it's a weird blood-colored desert, which must be hidden danger. Let's go back!"

As soon as he said this, many monks had this idea. After all, after entering the Wanling Valley, many monks had already died of misfortune, and they did not want to lose their lives here.

Zhu Ziming noticed something and glared at Ren Pingzhi angrily, saying, "If Master Ren wants to go back now, I don't mind sending you a ride."

Ren Pingzhi was scanned by his cold eyes, and a chill burst out from his spine. He quickly said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhu is joking, so I will naturally follow the Feiyun Sect's leader."

"You know your identity!" Zhu Ziming snorted coldly and ignored him.

Qin Wansheng looked at the vast red ocean like blood, his face was thoughtful, and he didn't know what he was silently calculating?

Liu Longyang had become a man at this time and said sharply: "Fellow Daoist Qin, although you and I have their own gains, if you want to build a foundation, it is still far from enough for your current preparation. Although this place is dangerous, it is not without treasures. As far as we know, there are two secondary medicines in the Foundation Building Pill that grow in the desert. Why not go in and seek opportunities?"

Qin Wansheng frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, there are two secondary medicines in the Foundation Building Pill that can be nurtured in the desert, but how did you know what two secondary medicines are there for the blood-colored desert growing now?"

Liu Longyang laughed sweetly and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, it's really not to be hiding. I have picked a blood-transforming vine seedling in the carnivorous forest and saw a large number of adult white bone flowers. And so on, there must be those two secondary medicines in the Blood Desert."

Qin Wansheng looked happy, obviously quite moved, but he said puzzled: "Fellow Daoist Liu, I have little life span. It is worth it to break into the blood-colored desert for the foundation-building pill, but you are different. You still have plenty of time to prepare for foundation-building, so why do you need to take risks?"

Liu Longyang laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, cultivation is a defiance of the heavens. If I fear everything, I am afraid of anything, I will not achieve anything in my life."

"Well said!" Zhu Ziming suddenly said, "Liu Longyang, I originally looked down on you, but I didn't expect you to say such a bold statement, but you are a man."

Liu Longyang laughed sharply, looked around his eyes and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Qin, Fellow Daoist Zhu, it's not time to go, let's go!"

"Let's wait!" Qin Wansheng suddenly said: "We are numerous. If we act together, although the safety will increase greatly, it will limit the scope of exploration, which is not conducive to treasure hunting."

"What does Daoist Qin mean?" Zhu Ziming said in confusion: "Is it because we were going to act separately? But in the vast desert, if we encounter a powerful monster, we will not only not be able to join forces to deal with it, but also if we fall and turn into a pile of bones, the master will have no way to know it. Wouldn't it be sad?"

Qin Wansheng seemed to have a certain plan in his heart. He took out six beads from the storage bag as if he was leisurely, stroked his beard and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, let's see what this is?"

Zhu Ziming couldn't help but concentrate his eyes, and felt that the six beads were the size of longans, and white soft light was emitted from it, as if there was a faint connection between them. A thought flashed through his mind and said in a lost voice: "Sensing beads?"

Qin Wansheng nodded and smiled, "That's right, it's a sensing bead. As long as it's within a thousand miles, you can sense the other party's position. We are divided into six groups and walk into the desert in turn. Each one depends on the opportunity to find treasures. What do you think?"

"It's so good!" Zhu Ziming laughed loudly and said, "With this thing in hand, I feel relieved. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Liu thinks?"

Liu Longyang laughed sharply and said, "Although the sensing bead is not a magic weapon, it is also a special treasure tempered by the foundation-building cultivator with his spiritual sense. It is valuable in the cultivation market. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Qin would be willing to do so?"

"If you have no objection, then you will act according to what I said and do. Two people from three sides of our sects, six of them were divided into a group, and they went to the desert to search for treasures in turn." At this point, Qin Wansheng paused for a moment and said, "But there is one of the two that must be followed, and the sensing beads must be held by disciples of the Tianxin Sword Sect."

Zhu Ziming and Liu Longyang looked at each other and understood in his heart that Qin Wansheng was worried. The sensing bead was valuable and fell into the hands of others. The loss was quite high. However, this thing belonged to Qin Wansheng, so it was normal for the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect to hold it. At that moment, Lianlian said that he had no objection to it.

After discussing for a long time, the three of them basically determined the personnel and divided the monks present into six groups and walked into the vast desert one after another. The fog gradually covered up the figure completely. Even if the monks in the same group looked at each other, it was a little blurry and difficult to distinguish, not to mention other groups of monks who were dozens of feet apart.

Under the leadership of a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect who had perfected Qi Refining, Mo Wentian and his group of cultivators slowly stepped into the boundless desert. The red desert was filled with blood mist, emitting a strong smell of blood. Looking at it, there was a vast red area, and there was a monotonous red everywhere, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The monk named Ma from Shushan Sect happened to be in the same group. He walked into the desert and couldn't help but feel poetic. He shook his head and said, "The desert sand is like blood, the evil birds do not fly, and the endless miles are endless, and his heart is lonely."

In front of him, a disciple of Tianxin Sect laughed and said, "What a thousand miles away, my heart is lonely. It is reported that there is a Shushan Sect in Qinghe County, which was inherited from a non-listed scholar. This sect recruits disciples, and the scholars of the court have never been recruited into the mountain gate. This fellow Taoist, I wonder if you are a disciple of Shushan Sect?"

The monk surnamed Ma said in surprise: "Fellow Taoist has extraordinary insights and is far away in Qingyang County, but he knows this sect very well, which is amazing. He is dismounting and Jinyuan, and he is a disciple of Shushan Sword Sect."

The disciple of the Tianxin Sword Sect was very enthusiastic and introduced himself and said, "In Xiaguan Yutu, a disciple of the Tianxin Sect."

After saying that, he pointed to the old man Qinghuang in front and said, "This is my senior brother Fu Yunchu, who has a great perfect cultivation in Qi Refining, but this sect has an amazing figure."

Ma Jinyuan immediately felt awe-inspiring. He was just the seventh level of Qi Refining. Among the monks who entered the Wanling Valley, he was almost at the bottom of his strength. It is rare and precious to survive until now. However, the great perfect cultivator of Qi Refining is arrogant, so he naturally did not dare to be arrogant. He went forward to perform the etiquette of his juniors and said, "Senior Fu, Ma Jinyuan in Xiaqinghe County, please give me some advice."

Fu Yunchu seemed to have a good temper and smiled indifferently: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Ma, it's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about!"

A disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect who was walking in front of him couldn't help but look down on his face and said unhappily: "Fellow Daoist Ma, do you look down on our Xuantian Sword Sect? My senior brother is also practicing great perfection in Qi cultivation, and you don't see you salute?"

Ma Jinyuan immediately changed his expression and quickly stepped forward, bowed to the Xuantian Sword Sect disciple who was leading the way in front, and said respectfully: "Do you don't know what to call this fellow Taoist? Ma Jinyuan in Xiaqinghe County."

"I Ge Zhanxuan!" The disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect said coldly, then remained silent, quickly walked forward with a meteor, with a look of disdain.

Ma Jinyuan was bored and his face turned red, but he didn't dare to say more and retreated silently.

The disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect laughed loudly. He looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Come here too and salute Senior Brother Ge?"
Chapter completed!