After the flying saucer captured the whole sect, I became popular in StarCraft

Bai Yuejian's current location is a cave they built on the desert, and Chu Yao is about to rush there.

Senior Sister's retreat this time is to practice some kind of divine sense secret technique, not to promote the Golden Core - she has recovered the Golden Core a year ago, and now she is at the early stage of the Golden Core.

Chu Yao is in the late stage of foundation establishment, she has lingered in this realm for a long time, and has made a lot of preparations for the alchemy.

The motorcycle pulled a stream of white smoke over the desert.Chu Yao turned on the music again, and it was still the familiar tune.

Shaking her head and humming along, she took out a bottle of soda from the storage bag and was about to pour it into her mouth when she looked up and noticed something strange in front of her.

It's like flying alone...

Chu Yao blinked her eyes, and her spiritual sense swept over.

This is a thin old man with a goatee, with a flying sword that emits flames standing on his feet, and he is running forward desperately—because something is chasing him behind.

What makes Chu Yao curious is not only the flying sword that looks like a rocket skateboard under his feet, but also his attire: he is wearing a heavy robe and cloth shoes, which is very similar to the ancient celestial beings.

It's the kind in old costume movies.

Sweeping back with her divine sense, Chu Yao saw a group of familiar people.

These are a group of ferocious-looking desperadoes, all naked to the upper body, wearing white masks with sun visors on their heads, and complex tattoos resembling Zerg worms on their skin. And waving.

Their name is Bug Fire Cult.As the name suggests, this is a group of "believers" who believe in Zerg.

However, instead of calling them believers, it is better to say that they are a group of out-and-out wasteland robbers and cult lunatics.

The origin of this group of lunatics is varied, but most of them are people who have fallen into madness after surviving the war.

They crazily worship the Zerg, and believe that the root of all pain comes from the gods themselves, and only by dedicating their lives and throwing themselves into the embrace of the "Mother Worm" can they obtain eternal peace.

The Insect Fire Cult's influence in the wasteland is not small, but Chu Yao only thinks that this group of lunatics are baffled.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of robbers in the name of a sect, and the so-called teachings are just the soliloquy of these lunatics. The worm mother they talk about has never paid attention to their "believers".

At this moment, the believers of the Insect Fire Cult were riding two modified trucks, stretched out of the vehicle, and yelled at the prey ahead:

"Oho! Grab that old thing with rocket boards up front, I'm going to tear it apart and make a new pair of flying shoes!"

"Look, he is actually wearing a robe, wearing a robe on the wasteland, hahahaha, I'm not afraid of heat rash!"

"For Mrs. Worm Mother! For Mrs. Worm Mother! Ahhhhhh—"

These Bugfire Cultists screamed incoherently, which made people worry about their mental state.

That's all, since you saw it, let's save it.

Anyway, this group of people is also an old rival.

With a twist of Chu Yao's wrist, the motorcycle galloped forward like a fiery meteor.

The huge noise naturally attracted the attention of the two parties in front. Seeing the fiery red motorcycle and the woman carrying a double-barreled shotgun, another scream erupted from the truck:
"Witch! It's a witch! Shoot! Shoot!!"

"Evil witch, the number one enemy of my teaching, die! For the sake of the worm mother!"

"For the sake of our destroyed stronghold! The witch must be executed! I will take her skin and make a lampshade!"

Those people stopped chasing the old man above the flying sword, and the two remodeled trucks turned sharply on the flat ground and ran straight towards Chu Yao's direction.

The wheels of these modified trucks are huge, and the appearance is full of sharp iron thorns and barrels. From a distance, they look like hideous hedgehogs.

Their shells are also decorated with the bones of various Zergs. God knows why these guys who believe in Zergs use things they believe in to decorate the car.

"Kill, ah, ah, ah—" A crazy Bugfire cultivator held a machine gun in both hands, and fired crazily at the red motorcycle not far away.

The same was true for other congregants, and some even threw bone sticks and stones at Chu Yao.

Chu Yao sighed, she didn't want to waste time with these lunatics.

She stretched her right hand to her back, and she held the double-barreled shotgun in the palm of her hand. She stretched her arms forward and made a firing posture. A purple cloud burst out of the air and hit the cab of the nearest truck.

This Zixia is actually the Zihuang Sword.

The shooting action was just a cover, the old man was still not far away, and she didn't want to expose it.

After the Zihuang sword pierced through the insect-fire cultivators who were driving, it broke into the truck without stopping, as if entering the land of no one.

Before they realized what had happened, the fuel tank of the truck had been ignited, and the gust of the explosion blew Chu Yao's hair to one side.

The other car did the same, and Chu Yao ended the battle in a short time.

There is no way, this group of people is too good.

The only difficulty may be that there are many.

The Bugfire Cult is spread all over the wasteland, comparable in number to Zerg, and everyone is annoying.

Under the cover of thick smoke, Chu Yao threw out a few small robots and asked them to find out if there were any valuable things left on the vehicles of the Bug Fire Cult.

The weird old man hadn't left yet.He stepped on the flying sword, gasping for breath non-stop, his eyes were flustered, with an expression of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

He looked at Chu Yao who was sitting on the motorcycle, hesitated for a moment, and finally "flyed" forward.

The old man put away his car, and made a respectable bow to Chu Yao:

"Thank you fellow daoist for your help, and the poor Taoist Qingxuan is very grateful."

Chu Yao looked at the old Taoist with a strange expression:
"My surname is Chu, Chu Xiaoye. It's just a matter of saving you, don't worry..." Seeing the old man's attire, Chu Yao was full of doubts: "Why do you call me fellow Taoist?"

She didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in this person.

The skinny old man was just an ordinary man.

"Nowadays the world is in chaos, insect disasters are everywhere, and all living beings are suffering and seeking. Although you and I meet by chance, we are also people struggling in troubled times, but the way we are looking for is different. It can be said that we are all friends in the world, Chu Chu The benefactor is naturally worthy of being called a fellow Taoist..."

While talking, the old man stretched out his hand to stroke his goatee, looking like a master of Taoism.

Just how you look like a liar.

Seeing the flame-out steel "flying sword" in his hand, Chu Yao couldn't help smiling.

Since leaving Fengyuan, she hasn't met someone who talks like this for a long time.

"What Fellow Daoist Qingxuan said is very true." Chu Yao intentionally teased him, and bowed back with fists cupped

"I just don't know what sect and sect you are from? What kind of exercises are you practicing?"

Hearing the question, the old Taoist seemed to be a different person suddenly. He stretched out his hand to straighten his gown, and cast his eyes firmly into the distance:
"I'm poor, but I'm not talented, and I'm cultivating the Topology Gate!"