Chapter 740 Discovering the Demonic Trace

Chapter 740 Discovering the Demonic Trace

The night in the desert was quiet, and it was incomparable to the splendid and prosperous Middle-earth. There were no night insects chirping, no tigers roaring in the mountains, and no other sounds except the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the sand.

Puff!

Ye Xiaochuan stopped, stepped on the soft yellow sand, and stood alone on a sand dune. It was empty all around, as if he was the only one left in this barren land under the starry sky.

He looked back and didn't see the silhouette of the large army behind him.

"Did Yang Ling'er and the others lose track?"

Ye Xiaochuan muttered.

He had a keen sixth sense, and at this moment he felt very bad. He didn't feel the murderous intent against him, but the feeling of approaching danger became stronger and stronger.

He didn't dare to go forward. He knew that he was just a bait. If he went forward, he probably wouldn't catch any fish, but the bait would be dragged away by the big fish.

Suddenly, at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's consciousness seemed to sense something wrong, about three miles to the west.

"Is there someone?"

Ye Xiaochuan was startled, and immediately restrained his whole body's breath, not even daring to release his consciousness, lying motionless on the yellow sand.

After waiting for an incense stick of time, Yang Ling'er and the others behind him had not caught up yet, which made Ye Xiaochuan angry and furious. This must have been lost! Could it be that Yang Ling'er and Baili Yuan were both road idiots with no sense of direction?

Thinking that Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er seemed to have a good relationship in private, Ye Xiaochuan was more certain of this idea. After all, the saying that birds of a feather flock together is somewhat reasonable.

He guessed correctly, Yang Ling'er and the others had lost.

Yang Ling'er sent Ye Xiaochuan to explore the way ahead, and she followed Ye Xiaochuan seven or eight miles away with nine female disciples of Piaomiao Pavilion. At the beginning, it was okay, and Ye Xiaochuan's figure could be vaguely seen.

But after crossing a large sand dune, Ye Xiaochuan could no longer be seen.

Ye Xiaochuan was a timid guy, afraid that the magic weapon's brilliant light would be seen by the disciples of the Demon Sect, so he just used his body skills to rush.

Sometimes having a high level of cultivation is also a bad thing. He used the body skills of "A World away from the Earth" to step on the snow without leaving any footprints. It was dark, and there were undulating sand dunes all around. The distance was quite far, so it would be strange if Yang Ling'er and the others didn't lose them.

Half an hour ago, Yang Ling'er led nine female disciples and had deviated from Ye Xiaochuan's position and headed southwest. Now they were about a hundred miles away from Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan waited and waited, but Yang Ling'er didn't show up. He planned to retreat, but he was very curious about who was in front of him. If it was really a disciple of the Demon Sect lurking nearby, he had to find out no matter what.

Seeing that it was still early before dawn, he made up his mind and murmured, "I'll die!"

Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation was extremely high, and his breath was restrained. It was very difficult for others to find his traces, unless the peerless masters who were much higher than him opened their spiritual senses and perhaps discovered his existence.

He was like Voldemort, crawling on the sand. He swore that if he could go back alive this time, he would pester Yun Qiyou to teach him the Five Elements Escape Technique. She owed him too much, and she should bleed him out.

Soon, he climbed over three sand dunes. When he was about to continue crawling, suddenly a small sandbag bulged in the sand in front of him. He was startled and quickly lay down behind a few saxaul grasses.

Only then did he see clearly that it was not a bulging sandbag at all, but a person under the sand.

I saw a young man crawling out from under the sand, yawning and walking not far away, and began to untie his belt and urinate.

After a while, several more people came out from under the sand. In the moonlight, Ye Xiaochuan saw that these people were all disciples of the Demon Cult, but they seemed to be very messy. Some wore red clothes, some wore black clothes, some wore ordinary blue clothes, and some wore colorful clothes of the Hu people.

"They are the casual cultivators of the Demon Cult!"

Ye Xiaochuan still had some knowledge, and soon determined that most of the six or seven people who came out from under the sand were casual cultivators of the Demon Cult. These people should be the secret sentinels of the outer guard. The valley behind the sand dunes should be the station of the large army.

The disciples of the Demon Cult didn't talk much. After crawling out from under the sand to urinate and drink water, and eating a few dry naan, they continued to go to the sand pit. There was a sheepskin mattress on their faces, which was used to prevent sand from entering their mouths and noses when they breathed. Then they lifted it up and found that there was a wooden board on the sand pit. When the wind blew, the sand covered the wooden board again after a while.

It was a close call just now. He almost came into close contact with these demon sect disciples hiding under the sand. Ye Xiaochuan quietly opened his spiritual sense and found that there were more than a dozen sand pits around, and there was a demon sect disciple sleeping in each sand pit.

His eyes rolled and a plan suddenly came to his mind.

He quietly took out a loose green robe from his Qiankun bag. It was the clothing of the Qingmu Banner disciples given to him by Tianwen. Fortunately, he didn't lose it yesterday. Now it comes in handy.

He put on the robe, took out the eye mask and put it on his face, and finally put on the big hat behind the robe. Anyone who saw that this was a disciple of the Qingmu Banner, who would have thought that he would be a righteous young man?

If this was a disciple of a certain faction, Ye Xiaochuan would definitely turn around and leave immediately without stopping for a moment.

Now that we have discovered that this group of people are the scattered cultivators of the Demon Cult, it is easier. These scattered cultivators sometimes never meet once in their lifetime, and no one knows each other. From the fact that the few people who met before didn't talk much, Ye Xiaochuan concluded that these people are gathered together from all over the world and rarely meet each other.

At this time, we can't panic. The more natural the better. Ye Xiaochuan swaggered and stepped directly on the wooden board above a sand pit. The wooden board under his feet made a creaking sound, and then he heard a man inside cursing: "Who stepped on me? Are you looking for death? Believe it or not, I will kill your whole family?"

Ye Xiaochuan ignored it and walked over directly. He thought that the disciples of the Demon Cult were indeed irritable. If they disagreed with each other, they would not let go of the whole family of their brothers and sisters. As expected, they were all cruel.

He walked up the high sand dunes as if he was in an empty place. Looking down, it seemed very calm below. There were not many disciples of the Demon Cult. They were all drinking water and eating. Not many people were talking to each other.

But as soon as Ye Xiaochuan opened his spiritual sense, he was immediately shocked. His spiritual sense keenly detected that the sand valley was densely packed with people, and there were at least hundreds of people sleeping under the sand.