Chapter 451

Chapter 451

Chapter 451

In the desert, the wind was howling, yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and the whole world was shrouded in dim sand.

Master Lan of the Wanning Alliance is fighting a thrilling battle with the soul-eating insects alone in this harsh environment.

Master Lan's natal magic weapon is a spiritual silk that emits a soft light.

The spiritual silk was like the ripples on a lake under the moonlight, with exquisite spiritual patterns embroidered on the surface of the silk. These spiritual patterns kept flashing with the infusion of spiritual power, as if telling an ancient story.

The soul-eating insects swept in like a black cloud, making a creepy buzzing sound.

Master Lan's eyes were determined as she gently waved the spiritual silk in her hand. The spiritual silk seemed to be summoned and instantly became agile, stretching and dancing in the air.

Master Lan began to perform magic, her slender fingers changing hand seals rapidly.

As the spell was chanted, the spiritual patterns on the spiritual silk glowed brightly, and soft bands of light flew out from the spiritual silk. These bands of light were like flexible ribbons, wrapping around the group of soul-eating insects.

The soul-eating insects entangled in the light bands struggled desperately, trying to bite off the light bands with their sharp mouthparts.

But Ling Ling's light belt contained the life force of Master Lan, and had a strong restraining power. Every time the Soul Devouring Insect bit, the light belt would produce a wave of spiritual force, shaking the Soul Devouring Insect dizzy.

However, the number of soul-eating insects was too great, and they came in wave after wave.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Master Lan's forehead, and her face turned a little pale. The light bands released by Ling Ling began to become sparse, and the light gradually dimmed.

Master Lan took a deep breath and took out an exquisite hairpin from her hair.

This spiritual hairpin was a treasure that she had carefully nurtured for many years, and it contained powerful spiritual power. She inserted the spiritual hairpin into the spiritual silk without hesitation.

In an instant, Ling Ling seemed to have obtained a new source of power, and light burst out.

The number of light bands suddenly increased, and they became more tenacious. Like a surging wave, they swept towards the soul-devouring insect swarm again. But despite this, facing the endless soul-devouring insects, Master Lan was still in a precarious situation. Her figure swayed slightly in the wind, but she still gritted her teeth and held on to the last line of defense.

Although her Ling Ling was still tenaciously releasing light bands to resist the soul-eating insects, the light was already extremely weak, and she herself was panting, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted.

At this critical moment, Master Lan suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance - Fu Shaoping.

At that moment, a spark of hope ignited in her eyes.

Master Lan ran towards Fu Shaoping without hesitation. Her steps were a little staggering, but she ran very fast because she knew this was her last chance of survival.

"Brother Fu, Brother Fu, please help me!"

Master Lan shouted as he ran, with a hint of urgency and pleading in his voice.

Fu Shaoping heard the shouts, turned around, and saw Master Lan in such a miserable state, and couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. The two of them were both members of the Wanning Alliance, and they were familiar with each other. In the first level of the Demon Clan Holy Land before, Fu Shaoping had saved Master Lan once.

After hearing Master Lan's cry for help, Fu Shaoping's eyes became determined.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and then shouted:
"Temple of the Underworld, Dragon God, may I borrow your divine light to protect me!"

In an instant, the clouds in the sky changed, and a huge crack slowly opened, revealing a mysterious and powerful force.

I saw an extremely brilliant divine light pouring down from the crack. This divine light seemed to be formed by countless bright stars, exuding a holy and majestic aura.

The divine light enveloped Fu Shaoping and Master Lan, forming a solid protective shield.

The image of the Dragon God faintly appeared on the shield, the dragon scales gleamed with a metallic luster, and the dragon eyes revealed endless majesty.

As soon as the soul-eating insects touched the divine light shield, they were bounced back one after another as if they had hit a blazing flame. Those soul-eating insects that approached were even burned directly by the divine light, making a "sizzling" sound, and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Fu Shaoping took Master Lan's hand and said:

"Let's go!"

So, under the protection of the Dragon God's divine light, the two of them walked towards the depths of the desert. Along the way, the wind and sand were still howling, but they were safe and sound under the protection of the divine light.

As they walked, they suddenly saw several corpses of the Blood Evil Sect.

The corpses were lying in disarray on the sand, and the surrounding sand was dyed dark red, obviously having experienced a fierce battle.

One of the corpses was still tightly holding a sword emitting a blood-red light in its hand. There were many notches on the blade, as if telling of the fierceness of the battle.

The chest of the other corpse was pierced, and the empty eye sockets seemed to reveal the fear before death.

Fu Shaoping frowned and said:
"It seems that the people of the Blood Demon Sect met with an accident here."

Master Lan also nodded. She looked at the corpses and felt a chill in her heart. She was glad that she had Fu Shaoping's help, otherwise she might have ended up like this.

Fu Shaoping slowly walked towards a corpse. The corpse's clothes were soaked with blood, and the dried blood made the clothes stiff.

A move of the hand.

The corpse's storage bag fell into his palm.

The spiritual sense probed into the storage bag.

The first thing you see is a spiritual bead emitting a faint blue light.

As soon as this spirit bead appeared, the temperature around it seemed to drop a bit. The spirit bead contained rich water-attributed spiritual power, and was an excellent material for refining high-level water spirit pills.

Also.

There was also a secret book of martial arts, and on the cover of the book was written "Blood Evil Shadow Kung Fu". Fu Shaoping glanced at it and found that this was a unique martial arts of the Blood Evil Sect. Although the training method was a bit cruel, some of the training techniques had unique effects on improving speed and concealing the body.

He continued to search in the storage bag and found several bottles of pills.

One of the pills had a pungent smell and was dark in color. It was the unique Blood Evil Pill of the Blood Evil Sect. After taking it, it could increase the cultivator's attack power in a short period of time, but it would cause certain damage to the body. It was a relatively extreme pill. Another pill was for healing, called the Blood Spirit Healing Pill, which had a good healing effect on external injuries.

In the corner of the storage bag, Fu Shaoping also found a magic weapon.

It was a small blood-red bell with complex runes engraved on it.

Fu Shaoping gently shook the bell, and it made a crisp but strange sound. He knew that this was a magic weapon with the dual effects of confusing and attacking. If the bell was suddenly rang during a battle, the enemy might be confused by the sound of the bell and fall into a short state of unconsciousness. At the same time, the bell could also release blood-red attack waves.

Fu Shaoping put these things aside and walked towards another corpse. The storage bag of this corpse was more hidden, hidden in the chest of the corpse.

Fu Shaoping took some effort to remove it.

He found a blood-red crystal in this storage bag.

This crystal exudes powerful spiritual fluctuations. Fu Shaoping can feel that this is an extremely precious resource for cultivation, which may be used to improve the quality of magic weapons.

Also.

There were also some letters from the Blood Evil Sect. Fu Shaoping took a quick look at them. The letters mentioned a secret base of the Blood Evil Sect in the desert. They seemed to be looking for a mysterious treasure, but there was no detailed description of what the treasure was.

Fu Shaoping just glanced at it.

It seems like he put the storage bag into his arms.

In fact, all the treasures were thrown into the top of the sacred mountain in the chaotic space.

At the same time, he fed the corpses of the Blood Evil Sect to Xiao Mo.

Fu Shaoping glanced at Master Lan and said, "Master Lan, this place is dangerous. We should leave this desert as soon as possible."

Master Lan nodded in agreement. She had not yet fully recovered from the previous crisis and her face was still a little pale.

Fu Shaoping once again summoned the divine light of the Dragon God of the Underworld Temple to protect him. The brilliant divine light enveloped the two of them like an indestructible protective shield.

They walked quickly towards the edge of the desert. The yellow sand beneath their feet was kicked up by their footsteps, leaving a series of shallow footprints behind them.

During their journey, although they were protected by the divine light, they still did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

From time to time, some strange noises were heard in the desert, as if some unknown danger was watching them from the dark. Master Lan followed closely behind Fu Shaoping, her eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

As they continued to move forward, the surrounding environment began to change.

The wind and sand gradually died down, and a faint green began to appear in the distant sky, which was the color of vegetation on the edge of the desert. This gave them hope, and they unconsciously quickened their pace.

Finally, they stepped out of the desert.

At that moment, a breath of fresh air blew in my face, forming a sharp contrast with the dryness and heat in the desert.

Master Lan took a deep breath, a look of relaxation appeared on his face, and he said:

"It finally came out, thanks to Brother Fu."

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly and said:

"Master Lan, you are too polite. You and I belong to the Wanning Alliance, so we should take care of each other."

At this time, they stood at the boundary between the desert and the outside world.

Ahead is a vibrant scene, and behind is a desert full of danger and mystery.

Fu Shaoping and Master Lan were standing at the edge of the desert when they suddenly saw Master Gui and Master Huang staggering out of the desert.

Gui Zhenren's flowing robe was now tattered, covered with blood and dust. His face was sallow, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were filled with fatigue and pain. Huang Zhenren was not much better. His hair was messy, and he had many wounds on his body, some of which were still bleeding. Every step he took seemed extremely difficult.

Fu Shaoping hurried forward to support Master Gui, while Master Lan supported Master Huang.

Master Gui said weakly:

"The soul-eating insects and sand beasts in this desert are too powerful. We thought we could get through smoothly with our own strength, but we didn't expect that there were so many soul-eating insects and they were extremely cunning. Not long after we entered the desert, we were targeted by a group of soul-eating insects. They came from all directions. We fought hard, but the sand beasts also appeared at this time, attacking us from both sides. We were really unable to resist."

At this moment, Master Rong and Master Xu and their six fellow disciples hurried over.

When Master Rong saw the miserable state of Master Gui and Master Huang, his expression became very solemn. Master Xu and his six fellow disciples also looked terrified.

Master Xu said anxiously:

"Elder Ghost, Master Huang, we have to find a place to heal your wounds. The edge of the desert is not safe either. Who knows if those soul-eating insects and sand beasts will chase you out."

Master Rong nodded in agreement. He looked around and said:

"Let's go behind the hill over there first. It's relatively hidden there. We can set up a defensive formation first, and then heal Elder Ghost and Master Huang."

Everyone agreed and helped Master Gui and Master Huang to rush to the back of the hill. Along the way, everyone was very careful and alert to the dangers in the desert.

As Master Xu walked, he said:

"This desert has always been dangerous. We should have made more preparations before."

Master Tan also echoed:
"Yes, the injuries of Elder Gui and Master Huang are a big loss to our alliance. We must find a way to get them back to health as soon as possible."

After arriving behind the hill, Master Rong immediately ordered Master Xu and his six fellow disciples to begin setting up a defensive formation.

They took out various materials from their storage bags, placed them in specific positions, chanted something, and kept making spells with their hands. After a while, a light blue light curtain enveloped the area. This was the shield formed by the defensive formation.

Desert exit.

People from the Xuesha Sect and the Xuanqing Sect continued to emerge.

The people of the Blood Demon Sect wore their iconic blood-red clothing, embroidered with strange runes, and their eyes were fierce. The people of the Xuanqing Sect wore light blue Taoist robes, which looked quite refreshing, but they were also on high alert.

Fu Shaoping stood there, his eyes constantly searching the crowd, his heart full of anxiety, but his ally Mu Zhenren had not appeared yet.

Fu Shaoping couldn't help but said to Master Lan beside him: "Master Lan, why hasn't Master Mu arrived yet? There are many dangers in this desert. Could he have met with something unexpected?" Master Lan frowned and comforted him: "Brother Fu, don't worry. Master Mu has always been very smart. Maybe he was delayed by something."

However, as time went by, Fu Shaoping's worries grew. He recalled the things he had experienced with Mu Zhenren before, and how Mu Zhenren always helped and supported him at critical moments. In a battle with the demon monks, Mu Zhenren cleverly used the terrain to set up an eight-diagram maze, trapping the demon monks in it, allowing the Wanning Alliance to escape unscathed.

Just as Fu Shaoping was daydreaming, a disciple from the Blood Evil Sect suddenly walked towards them. This disciple looked quite young, but there was arrogance in his eyes.

He stood in front of Fu Shaoping and the others, looked at them with contempt, and said, "Hey, isn't this someone from the Wanning Alliance? What, who are you waiting for? Is it the old man surnamed Mu?"

(End of this chapter)