The desert is called "Sky Valley", which is the decisive battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons many years ago, and is also the place where the entrance to the Demon Realm is located.

The dead energy condensed above the sky valley, and there were still evil magic and traps set by the demons, which were not suitable for flying. Therefore, the destination that the group arrived at with their swords was a small town called "Pingchuan" in the south of the desert.

Although the Pingchuan is built on an oasis, it is still full of yellow sand, sparse greenery, and even the leaves appear listless and curled into a wrinkled ball.

The gray sky and the yellow air were successively formed. As soon as Ning Ning jumped off the Xinghen Sword, she couldn't help but cough.

"So many years have passed, Pingchuan Town has not changed at all."

Tian Xianzi looked up and looked around without any concealing his sigh. Finally, he turned his head and looked at the young man in white beside him: "Senior brother, are you feeling unwell?"

The man shook his head and responded in a warm voice: "No obstacle."

It was Wen Hemian.

When the demons retreated step by step, the cultivation world was also in full swing. They almost exhausted all the power of the major sects, and finally built a two-character dust array, condensed into a barrier at the end of the sky valley, blocking the human and demon worlds.

Due to the decline of talents, it is difficult for monks to meet the vast spiritual power required by the formation. Therefore, when forming the formation, they often use flesh and blood to fill the gap in spiritual power.

Wen Hemian is also one of them.

He tried his best to cause the sea of ​​consciousness to collapse and the tendons and veins to be damaged. However, his cultivation level was far beyond ordinary people. The remaining sword energy protected the last trace of spiritual veins and barely saved his life.

When I woke up from the gates of hell, I was already a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and things changed.

He is one of the main force and planners of forming the Liangyi Micro-Dust Formation. He knows every arrangement of the formation. If he wants to thoroughly investigate the mistakes in the formation, Wen Hemian will definitely be the best choice.

In fact, to be honest, Tian Xianzi has never been sure whether he is willing to leave Qingxu Valley or not.

He knew that this senior brother was proud and had lost all his own cultivation and had been closed in his own small world for many years.

This morning, he took his disciples and went to find him without much expectation. Unexpectedly, before he even stepped into Qingxu Valley, he saw a white garment next to the stone tablet at the entrance.

——In the swaying shadows of the tree, Wen Hemian stood upright, looking down at a letter in his hand.

Hearing his footsteps, the young man raised his eyelashes slightly, and after a very brief hesitation and stunned, he curled a gentle curve from the corner of his lips: "Let's go."

It's really a strange thing.

The letter paper looked ordinary, like a texture that only the disciples would use. However, Senior Brother Wen almost broke off contact with the outside world and never accepted any messaging symbols.

Who will give him this letter? Is it related to Senior Brother Wen’s agreement to leave the valley?

Tian Xianzi couldn't think of any clues when he thought about it. With a lot of doubt, he didn't realize that Ning Ning's expression froze when he saw the letter.

That was the letter she wrote to Wen Hemian last night, and she was still anonymous as "Elder Jiangxing Little Fan".

The two of them have always maintained a pen pal relationship. Last night, Wen Hemian suddenly sent a message talisman, which was very concise and asked her what kind of person he was.

Ning Ning thought for a long time and replied to him very seriously.

Therefore, when she went to Qingxu Valley to see him the next day and saw the extremely familiar letter paper in Wen Hemian's hand, she was subconsciously stunned.

Regardless of whether the letter had any relief or not, Wen Hemian finally agreed to leave Qingxu Valley and go to the desert with them.

This is the best result.

“This place is really hot and stuffy.”

After finally reaching Pingchuan Town, He Zhizhou used his hand as a small fan and looked around: "Even the outside, there is such a virtue, how hot it is in the desert."

"You have to be mentally prepared."

Tian Xianzi laughed happily: "The barrier is set up in the sky valley, and the demonic energy and death energy have not dissipated. In addition to the monsters that are most likely to hide in the dark, there are also many monsters infected by the demonic energy - the deeper you go, the more you will feel uncomfortable."

Ning Ning said curiously: "Pingchuan Town is close to the entrance of the Demon Realm, which is extremely dangerous. According to common sense, the townspeople should have escaped completely. Why are there so many people still staying here today?"

"Yes."

He Zhizhou touched his chin: "If it were me, I would never have stayed here for a while."

Wen Hemian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak but stopped. The words he had not said turned into a sigh.

"You think about it, the yellow sand in the desert is raging with demons. Can the elder brother and sister who can live here be ordinary people?"

Tian Xianzi said: "Of course not! There are horse bandits and street gangs everywhere in this place. If you get angry, you can cut against monsters!"

...Slaying against monsters.

Ningning opened her imagination at the right time, and a group of shirtless uncles danced wildly in her hands, chasing the demon until she cried bitterly.

Very magical and plain.

"The most important point," Tian Xianzi continued, "This was once a battlefield for the battle between immortals and demons. Although many people have been forced back, they have also attracted a lot of people."

Lin Xun couldn't figure it out: "Since the battle between immortals and demons is over, what are the plans for those who were attracted?"

He couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but Ning Ning frowned and responded: "Is it because of... the remaining things scattered on the battlefield?"

Tian Xianzi sighed, which was considered a default.

In the decisive battle that took place in the sky, countless casualties were killed or injured on both sides. Whether it was a demon cultivator or a decent monk, they all left many magical tools and secrets, scattered in every corner of the desert.

If you can enter the desert and find one or two valuable items from it, and sell the treasure for the price, you can protect your life without worries about food and clothing.

"But, but this-"

Lin Xun widened his eyes and couldn't accept the logic: "Those who died in the desert are heroes who sacrificed their lives to eliminate demons. Do they do this... steal the relics?"

No one responded.

Because this is indeed true.

The deceased monks sacrificed their lives one after another, but in the end they were not remembered and known by the world, but the remaining private goods became commodities that were scrambled to seize.

It's really chilling.

"Young guys don't have to be sad."

Seeing that he was depressed, Wen Hemian comforted him slowly: "Not all people in the world are like this, there are many people with kindness."

"Senior brother still has this kind of temperament."

Tian Xianzi smiled loudly and patted the little white dragon on the shoulder: "Your master said it well, but the saying "human heart is as good as a demon" is true. In the future, you should be more careful when you go out in the world."

He paused, his smile was mostly gone, and his tone was low: "The stealing of the relics is bad enough, right? You certainly wouldn't have thought that something even more disgusting happened during the war."

Lin Xun opened his lips slightly and listened quietly to him continue to talk.

"Take a thing that happened in the desert of Tianhe."

Tian Xianzi was very patient: "The group of monks who had just entered the desert were not familiar with the place, so they specially invited several local townsmen as guides. Unexpectedly, all the townsmen were lured by the demons, and for a few gold, silver and jewelry, they were brought into the encirclement and suppression of the demon cultivators."

"That's the fate of more than a dozen monks, but for them, they are far from being as rich and prosperous as their next life."

When Tian Xianzi said this, the smile in his eyes had dissipated, leaving a dark and melancholy: "You were born in the Dragon Palace and have been pampering since childhood. You rarely have any contact with such things. No matter when you are, you should remember that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, especially in this desolate place--"

Before he could finish his words, a black shadow suddenly passed by him.

A little girl hit Lin Xun hard, said "sorry" quickly, then turned around and left. It was like a gust of wind, leaving no trace.

Tian Xianzi looked at each other with the silly and sweetest little dragon among his disciples.

Tian Xianzi: "Do you know, what is the current situation called?"

Lin Xun replied in a daze: "That... the destined encounter of the male and female protagonists in the storybook, and the unexpected encounter?"

Tianxianzi:...

Tian Xianzi's expression was like a ghost, and he told him word by word: "You, money, bag, no more."

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One, two, three, four...

The girl hiding in the shadow held the shrunk shaved bag, and frowned involuntarily while counting.

The group of people looked extraordinary and used extremely luxurious wallets. They should be high-level disciples of the Cultivation Sect, so why was they so short of money?

This bag of stones is not enough to buy a shaved yarn bag for them.

She counted with all her concentration, and suddenly heard a slow sound coming from behind: "Oh, are you counting?"

"Uh-huh."

She nodded obediently, and in a moment she realized something was wrong. She turned around in a hurry and indeed saw a familiar face.

——The young man who had previously talked to the owner of the purse smiled, leaned over to look at her with his hands in his arms, and curled his lips at the moment when he looked at him: "After stealing money, you should run away. You hid after two corners, wouldn't you wait for the bag to be caught?"

He didn't say anything, but his whole body exuded an indescribable pressure, which was extremely shallow and light. He should have been deliberately restrained, but it still made her heart tremble.

Tian Xianzi glanced back and pulled Lin Xun forward.

"This, this girl."

Lin Xun was suddenly pulled forward, even though he had the idea of ​​running away or keeping silent in his heart, he felt a pain in his heart when he saw his stolen wallet.

Every time she took one spirit stone, the melon in his yard would wither and his heart was cut little by little by little. It seemed that the girl was holding not a purse, but his life.

Between life and social fear, Lin Xun resolutely chose the former: "This is my wallet. Can you give it back to me?"

The girl looked at him without saying a word.

For a moment, she felt something was wrong with this person's head.

He was obviously the owner, but why did he have to use such a polite tone when facing her as a thief?

Even more than in this town, many people treated her much better.

"What are you doing so politely!"

He Zhizhou took a step forward and wanted to look fierce, but when he saw the girl's face was pale and thin, his words immediately softened: "Girl, it's not good to steal. If you can return your wallet to your junior brother, we will definitely not pursue it."

After he finished speaking, he thought the other party would return the wallet obediently, but he didn't expect that the girl could only hear a sneer from the girl: "Look at your appearance, are you also monks who are planning to enter the sky valley?"

She had a bad tone and must have regarded them as thieves.

Lin Xun hates those unkind and unjust behaviors the most, so he would not be misunderstood.
To be continued...