Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 72 The Evil Sword of the Vast Sea
The crisp sound of camel bells echoed in the desert as the yellow sand danced. A team of camels walked on the sea of ​​sand amid the sky full of yellow sand. The shaking of the camel bells as the camels walked brought sounds other than wind and sand to this desolate desert.

"The wind is going to pick up, let the people in front speed up."

The middle-aged man with a frosty face looked at the ground with an ugly expression. At this time, the ground was exposed to dry and loose sand and dust, and the surrounding temperature was obviously much lower than before.

As a caravan leader who has been walking in this area all year round, he naturally knows what this means, which means that they must find a safe place as soon as possible, otherwise they will be annihilated when the sandstorm comes.

The power of nature is always worthy of their awe.

Upon hearing the leader's order, the caravan members immediately accelerated their movement. The camels seemed to sense the approaching danger and ran quickly with their hooves. For a moment, the camel bells in the desert began to sound louder.

As the desert boat ran all the way, everyone finally reached a shelter before the sandstorm came.

Looking at the dilapidated temple that was half buried by the yellow sand in front of him, the leading middle-aged man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He did not directly order to enter the temple to rest, but turned to look behind and said respectfully:
"Taoist Priest Taixuan, a sandstorm is about to come, so why not go inside to take shelter from the wind and wait for the storm to pass before setting out on the road."

I saw a young Taoist behind him lazily leaning on the hump with his head on his head, his eyes closed tightly as if he was sleeping, as if he was an ordinary Taoist priest, but the caravan members did not dare to neglect him.

The Taixuan Taoist in front of them had saved their lives, and the horse bandits who had killed so many people in the past were like children in his hands.

Zhou Xian rubbed his groggy eyes, stood up and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. At this time, the strong wind had already blown, and the force of the blowing made the camels stir uneasily.

"Well, let's take a break. The wind is probably going to blow for a long time."

After receiving the response, the caravan leader ordered everyone to enter the temple as soon as possible.

Zhou Xian stood up and stretched his muscles, jumped off his hunchback, and followed everyone directly into the temple.

At this time, half a month had passed since he left the Immortal Trail. Along the way, he did not use any magical powers to rush. Instead, he walked in the desert like a mortal, observing the heaven and earth, and understanding the principles of the Dharma.

Unknowingly, he has once again broken through to the eighth level of the external scene. This is due to the improvement of his qualifications and the result of understanding the way of the external scene in advance. There will be no bottlenecks before he can break through the dharma body.

Taoist Taixuan was the name he gave himself. Although he wore Taoist robes, it seemed that he was missing something if he didn't have a Taoist name.

At this time, as the strong wind became stronger and stronger, the temperature in the temple also began to drop continuously, so cold that everyone shivered.

Fortunately, as regular visitors to the desert, they were naturally prepared. A few people took off some dead wood from the backs of camels and started to light a bonfire. With the warmth of the bonfire, everyone stopped shivering.

Everyone gathered around the campfire to warm themselves up and chat, which added a bit of popularity to the abandoned temple.

Looking at the people chatting, Zhou Xian couldn't help but smile. This scene reminded him of the people chatting at the barbecue stalls in the past. Sure enough, no matter which world he was in, there would never be a shortage of such people.

As the saying goes, if you don't speak to others, you will be alone, but if you speak, you will fly to the sky. I wonder if you can do it?

Suddenly, Zhou Xian's eyebrows moved slightly and he looked outside the temple with interest. At this time, it was already dark outside, with flying sand and rocks, the strong wind kept roaring, and the sky was full of yellow sand and gravel dancing wildly in the sky.

The leader of the caravan took out a piece of dried meat and handed it to Zhou Xian. He thought Zhou Xian was looking at the sandstorm outside, so he invited him: "Taoist Master, do you want to go over and warm yourself by the fire? This situation seems to be unstoppable for a while." .”

However, Zhou Xian just shook his head and kept staring at the outside of the temple. Seeing this, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong. At this time, the sandstorm outside was still there, but the howling wind brought some ghosts and wolves, as if there were countless complaints. The soul is screaming.

When everyone listened to the howling of ghosts and wolves, they felt a cold air rushing straight into the sky, as if there were countless ferocious ghosts hiding in the sandstorm.

Suddenly a voice came from the sandstorm.

"Taoist priest from the Central Plains, you are very powerful." The voice was very magnetic, speaking in Jin Mandarin, but also very awkward, obviously not from the Central Plains.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled. There was already a middle-aged man standing at the door of the temple. He was tall, wearing a black robe, with short thick hair, a beard, a black eyepatch on his left eye, and an evil and long narrow gun hanging on his waist. saber.

"Zeroju!"

The leader of the caravan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and couldn't help but exclaimed. He had been walking in the desert all year round, so he was naturally familiar with this famous king of horse bandits.

"What! Zeluoju is here?"

Everyone's faces turned pale. "The Evil Sword of the Vast Sea" Luo Ju's reputation was known to everyone in this vast sea. Of course, it was a bad reputation. Most of them privately called him the King of Horse Bandits.

It is said that he is cruel by nature and acts cruelly. He has collected countless innocent souls with the evil sword in his hand. Those who fall into his hands have no good ending. It can be said that life is worse than death.

Thinking of the various legends about Zeluoju, everyone's faces suddenly turned extremely pale, all revealing their fear of Zeluoju.

However, Zeluoju just glanced at everyone, then looked directly at Zhou Xian, and said coldly: "Taoist priest from Zhongyuan, you shouldn't come to Hanhai."

"Oh, where do you think I should go?"

Zhou Xian looked at Zeluoju with great interest, and was not moved at all by the other party's evil reputation. After all, the other party was just a first-class exterior scene. If his master was crying, the old man would still be worth watching.

Seeing that Zhou Xian was so calm, Luo Ju hesitated a little, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, this guy is so calm and composed, could he be relying on someone behind him?

"It's just right to go to the underworld."

Zeluoju said coldly.

As the king of horse bandits across the vast sea and a true evil devil, Ze Luo Ju has always been resolute and decisive, and he no longer cares whether Zhou Xian has a master's background.

A mere Taoist priest with an enlightened state is not that powerful if he wants to come to the sect. Moreover, as long as he kills everyone, no one will know that it was him who killed him, and there will only be a few more lives left.

However, Zhou Xian seemed to be really thinking about it. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said seriously: "Well, the underworld is indeed a good place, but it's a pity that I can't go there now."

"Humph, I'll just send you off."

Zeluoju snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense with Zhou Xiangduo. A black light flashed from the evil knife in his hand. In an instant, the temple seemed to be plunged into a ghost realm. The bursts of ghosts crying and wolf howling made people feel like they were falling into hell.

"Ugh."

There was a sigh, like the sigh of the compassionate Buddha, and the howling of ghosts and wolves suddenly stopped, and a flash of light appeared in everyone's eyes, like the light of dawn dispelling the darkness.

Zeluoju's expression changed and he exclaimed: "You are not enlightened!"

After hunting geese all day long, he now found that his other eye seemed to be a little dim.

However, before he could react, a finger suddenly appeared in front of him. The finger was not fast, and logically he should be able to avoid it, but he remained motionless and allowed the finger to point between his eyebrows, and then he fell into endless darkness.

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