Chapter 106 Separate Pursuit (1050 Votes Plus Additional Update)
The sandstorm expanded and spread quickly. When it reached the nearby area, the dust was endless in front of him, and the wind was whistling in his ears. It was difficult to sense the surroundings keenly.
Seeing the sudden change, Gu Kongshan had no time to think. The wind and clouds were rolling around him, and he was about to rush into the sandstorm to rescue the Grand Elder of Zhaixing Tower.
At this moment, a slender and powerful hand blocked his eyes.
"Master Gu, don't be impatient, be careful of ambushes." Meng Qi said in a deep voice.
Gu Kongshan was experienced in the martial arts world, and he knew the elegant meaning of music. He immediately thought to himself that he was too reckless. If the people of the Demon Cult were to attack the Grand Elder of Zhaixing Tower, it would be fine. If they made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and took advantage of the opportunity of the wind and sand to block their senses and ambush on the way, he would die on the spot if he was not careful.
Although he was the best fighter of the righteous path, he also knew that he was on par with the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei. If he was attacked by him, he would most likely be injured. In addition, with the three masters of heaven, earth and man, he might not be able to escape even if he wanted to.
Therefore, he could not rush in recklessly, but had to move forward cautiously.
Taking a breath, Gu Kongshan said gracefully: "Thank you for the reminder, Master. We will go carefully."
With this group of extraordinary people, it would not be so dangerous even if they were ambushed.
However, he was not careless. What if these people were spies of the Demon Cult? Therefore, when Meng Qi and others were about to enter the sandstorm, Gu Kongshan opened the box in his arms.
Suddenly, the knife light was bright and shot straight into the sky. White clouds gathered in the sky, and the surrounding wind rolled into a dragon, and the sandstorm was gone.
As a good knife user, Meng Qi couldn't help but look far away. He saw a long knife covered with a layer of clear light. The handle was simple and plain, as if it was made of ordinary wood. On one side of the blade, the light blue pattern flashed with a breathtaking light, forming a five-clawed real dragon with a long charm. Under its claws, clouds rolled and spread.
Gukongshan took out the Fengyun Sword, put the knife box on his back, and slashed forward lightly. A violent storm rose, blowing away the sand and dust, revealing a bright road.
It was not until this time that Meng Qi saw the other side of the Fengyun Sword. The dark red light formed a lifelike tiger, and the breeze was around it.
It is worthy of being a precious weapon... Meng Qi praised secretly, and followed Jiang Zhiwei and others into the sand-free road opened by Gukongshan, crossing the sandstorm.
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In the station of Zhaixing Tower, many tents were blown away directly. Many disciples were lost in the sandstorm. They could not see things clearly and could not hear any sound. They had no way to rescue each other. They had to guard the door carefully and move closer to the place where the wind and sand were weaker.
Near the main tent, the devilish energy was lingering, black and rushing, blocking the owner of Zhaixing Tower and several elders and disciples who arrived a step late.
The three gods of heaven, earth and man, some flashed in the wind and sand, some were filthy with "fallen stars", and some were filled with devilish energy. They were not afraid of pain or trauma, and their flesh and blood kept wriggling to recover, and they stopped the owner of Zhaixing Tower and others who were desperately trying to rescue.
In a hurry, although the number of masters who came from Zhaixing Tower was superior, they could not move forward.
Inside the tent, a white-haired old man with raised eyebrows and beard glared at the middle-aged man in front of him. There were strands of blood oozing out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ear holes. The silver-white metal gloves on his palms were entangled and bound by strands of deep and dark demonic energy, making it difficult to exert their power.
The middle-aged man opposite him was unusually thin, and his palms were pressed into the strands of deep demonic energy, as if they were there and not there, as if they were melted into it.
The middle-aged thin man had strange blood and sweat on his forehead, and he didn't look relaxed, but he had a relaxed smile on his face, looking at the back of the white-haired old man.
Behind the white-haired old man, Yun Tingfeng had long hair and thick eyebrows, and his palms were grasping the other's shoulders.
It can be seen that the white-haired old man's muscles are constantly rising and falling, as if something is rapidly pouring into Yun Tingfeng's body.
Next to the thin middle-aged man, Su Yuanying's eyebrows were open, and his dark green eyes were very strange. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Two captured female disciples of Zhaixing Tower were lying at his feet. Gu Xiaosang, who was wearing a fluttering white dress, smiled and watched all this, seemingly careless.
After a few breaths, the white-haired old man's muscles shrank, and he slowly fell to the ground as if his whole body was losing energy. His eyes were confused and his mouth was hoarse: "Demon, demon..."
The thin middle-aged man was not careless. The deep and terrifying demonic energy always wrapped around the pair of silver-white metal gloves. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he took it off the old man's hand.
Yun Tingfeng's face flashed a bright red, which disappeared immediately. He stroked his palm with satisfaction and said: "Master, what should we do next?"
This thin middle-aged man was the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.
Hu Buwei smiled: "You three are all great martial artists, and I'm lucky to have your help this time."
After a simple compliment, he said seriously: "Gu Kongshan and others are about to arrive, and we don't have the strength to fight them head-on. We must withdraw immediately. As long as the day of the Demon Tomb is over, they will be powerless to save the situation."
"In order to avoid being caught up by them and take back the 'Star Picking Hand', we will split our troops into four groups, using fake and real forces to disperse their strength. As long as we bring the Star Picking Hand back to the Holy Volcano and suppress it in the Demon Tomb, Then it will be a great success."
"When that time comes, our sect will reward you three handsomely, no matter it is magic weapons, elixir secret manuals, magic crystals, or beautiful disciples, we will not be stingy."
Yun Tingfeng bowed elegantly: "Just follow the leader's orders."
Gu Xiaosang, who used the name Xiao Zi, said with a smile: "That's what I mean."
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The wind was raging, the clouds were empty, Gu Kongshanxu slashed with the wind and cloud knife, and finally opened the way to the Zhaixing Tower and saw the swaying and chaotic station.
"Master Luo? Where is Elder Qi?" Gu Kongshan saw the Master of the Star Building who was about to chase him into the sandstorm.
Hearing Gu Kongshan's voice, Lord Luo was stunned, then turned around excitedly and said: "Master Guzhuang, Elder Qi of the humble sect was surrounded and killed by demons, and the Star Picker was also snatched away!"
"What?" Although they had expected it, Gu Kongshan, Meng Qi and others couldn't help being shocked.
At this moment, with sword aura flying horizontally and streamers flying, the head of the Wanjian Sect and the old man guarding the gate of Xiaoyue Sect each arrived from different directions with several elders.
"Who is holding the star-catching hand? In which direction are you escaping?" Gu Kongshan asked Master Luo sternly before he could say hello.
The head of Wanjian Sect is a graceful middle-aged beautiful woman, and the old guard of Xiaoyue Sect is a stooped old man with wrinkles that can kill mosquitoes. They did not interrupt, but listened attentively and asked others about what happened. matter.
Louzhu Luo was stunned by Gu Kongshan's question, and said in a daze: "They divided their troops into four groups and fled from four directions. I don't know who holds the Star Reacher."
The strategy of emptiness and reality... Gu Kongshan understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. But in this kind of thing, there is really no way to guess in advance which way the star picker will go, and he can't gamble. Once he miscalculates, he will be doomed: "In this case, We also split up to pursue, which direction did Hu Buwei escape from? "
At this time, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, and he decided to chase the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.
Louzhu Luo calmed down and spoke very quickly: "Hu Buwei is alone, go in that direction...Tianzun and the stranger with open eyebrows go together...Hunzun and the man with disheveled hair go together...Dizun and Bai Women in skirts all the way..."
Gu Kongshan did not hesitate and said directly: "I will go with you to chase Hu Buwei."
A single horse may not win back the victory!
Then he looked at the leader of the Wanjian Sect and said: "Mrs. Huan, please lead the elders of our sect to chase Tianzun. Be careful of the stranger with open eyebrows. He can directly attack the soul."
Mrs. Huan nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, Taihua Sword can kill the soul of the soul."
She didn't hesitate, and immediately took the two elders to chase Tianzun and Su Yuanying, while the remaining two went back to make arrangements for strict guarding and advancement.
"Master of the ancient village, we are chasing Renzun." The old man guarding the gate of Xiaoyue Gate said bluntly, not wanting to waste time.
Gu Kongshan nodded and said: "Be careful with the man with loose hair, he can absorb internal energy through physical contact."
The old man Shouque kept this in mind and turned around, leaving some elders behind to stabilize people's hearts.
Gu Kongshan originally planned to ask the elders of Zhaixing Tower to chase the Earth Lord, but then he thought that Meng Qi and his gang had mysterious origins and could not be trusted. If they stayed here, trouble might not happen, so he said in a deep voice: "Please chase after me." Lord Earth, two colleagues from Zhaixing Tower will be sent to help.”
One is surveillance, and the other is that the desert is vast, and people who are not familiar with the terrain can easily be thrown away.
"Okay, Master of the ancient village." Luo Shengyi did not come forward this time. After Zhang Yuanshan exchanged glances with Meng Qi and others, he immediately agreed.
This is a great opportunity to kill Gu Xiaosang! It's rare that they act separately!
Gu Kongshan did not dare to delay any longer, nodded slightly, and with the storm surging, he led Lord Luo to chase after Hu Buwei.
Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said: "Senior Brother Zhang, you and Zhenzhen should go back to Fengyunzhuang. She has just opened her eyesight and her Qinggong skills are not good enough. It is difficult to keep up with this kind of pursuit. And we can't worry about her being alone."
At this critical moment of chasing the enemy, she did not hesitate, did not take detours, and did not take care of Fu Zhenzhen's face.
Meng Qi felt sad after hearing this. Fortunately, he had listened to her advice and worked hard on Qinggong in exchange for the Eight Steps of Divine Walking and the Wind God Kick. Otherwise, he would be the one left behind at this time.
Zhang Yuanshan has always understood the general situation, and after a moment of thought, he said: "If something happens, send out a signal."
Jiang Zhiwei is about to go down the mountain for a trip, and she must have Xijian Pavilion's unique signaling items with her.
Fu Zhenzhen's face was slightly gloomy, but he could understand it. He didn't say anything, and just gave Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei a small candle each.
Afterwards, Meng Qi and others, led by the two elders of Zhaixing Tower, headed in the direction where Gu Xiaosang and Di Zun escaped.
Along the way, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan benefited a lot from Luo Shengyi and Jiang Zhiwei's ability to identify traces. It turned out that the difference between the two of them was not only in martial arts, but also in the unique traces of the two Xingxing Tower elders in the desert. His expertise made Meng Qi sigh with emotion. If he had had such an experience earlier, why would he worry about being caught up by An Guoxie?
Perhaps Di Zun and Gu Xiaosang were in a hurry when they escaped. Although they had obviously taken care of the traces, there were still clues that prevented a few people from following them. In the evening, the sun set in the west and shone on a field covered with thick yellow sand. On top of the ruins.
This ruins has a radius of dozens of miles, and there are all kinds of desert-specific buildings, but they have long been decayed and tattered, covered by yellow sand, leaving only their outlines. In the center of the ruins, a shabby temple stands unchanged for hundreds of years. .
The dark red twilight fell on the ruins, creating a "burning" scene that was spectacular, desolate and vast.
"What kind of ruins is this? How did Gu Xiaosang and the others escape here?" Meng Qi and others had this question in their minds at the same time.