Chapter 141 Desert Village

Moreover, after seeing Zhuge Buliang, Yang Wei had an instinctive contempt for the enemy, thinking that Zhuge Buliang was just an ordinary foundation-building period, and he could solve it in three or two times. In fact, any smart person would consider it. It is not a general person to be able to take the treasure house and weapons depot of Qingxiao Sect on his own, and avoid the pursuit of several Jindan practitioners of Qingxiao Sect.

"Bum!"

Zhuge Buliang slapped Yang Wei out, and the sword flashed. The foundation-building man also took action. He sacrificed a flying sword and took Zhuge Buliang's head straight.

"Ding!"

Zhuge Buteng's fingers were crystal clear, and he clamped the flying sword with two fingers. Suddenly, the magic weapon essence of the flying sword quickly passed away and was swallowed up by the Big Dipper Cave in Zhuge Buteng's body. In a blink of an eye, the flying sword had turned into a pile of scrap iron.

"This..." The man was so surprised that he looked at Zhuge incredulously.

"Bum!"

Zhuge Fuliang moved, appeared in front of the man and kicked him out with one foot.

Yang Wei and the monk struggled to stand up. It was not until this moment that they realized that Zhuge Buliang was not an ordinary foundation-building man at all.

"You... What do you want?" Yang Wei's mouth overflowed with blood and stood up with difficulty.

The sword box behind Zhuge Buliang moved, and ten flying swords flew out, covering Yang Wei and the practitioner.

"Won!"

"Won!"

The sound of the rag sounded, and Zhuge Buliang did not kill them. The trajectory of the flying sword was just right. It did not hurt Yang Wei at all, but tore all their clothes. In a blink of an eye, the two had stood naked in front of Zhuge Buliang.

"You..."

Before he could speak, Zhuge Fuliang came directly to the two people, slapped his hands on them continuously, and sealed their cultivation.

"What are you going to do! If you dare to do that, I will bite my tongue and killed myself immediately!" Yang Wei stared at Zhuge Buliang, and his body couldn't move.

Zhuge was ashamed and said, "Don't worry, I don't have that kind of hobby."

"Then you are..."

You will know later. Zhuge Butong smiled and picked up the two **. The Royal Sword came to the top of Shouyang City and airdropped them down, and the target was the busiest place in Shouyang City.

Although their cultivation has been sealed, they are immortals after all, and their physique is too ordinary. Even if they fall from a high altitude, they will not lose their lives so easily.

After the two people were air-dropted, Zhuge Fuliang turned around and left.

In Shouyang City, it suddenly boiled up. Although it was night, the night market in Shouyang City was also particularly lively. Yang Wei and the practitioner lay naked on the streets of Shouyang City. Because they had been sealed by Zhuge Buliang before, they couldn't move it at all.

At this moment, the surrounding streets are bustling, gathering thousands of people, crowded and noisy.

"Who are these two people? Unexpectedly, he ran naked here."

"Alas, people who engage in this kind of art are so blatant now."

"Look at that man, that thing is like an earthworm. What's going on?"

"Yang * impotence..."

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Zhuge Bulding's sword was empty and came to a desolate place. Even he didn't know where it was and whether he had left Yanzhou or not.

Looking at the desolation, the yellow sand is everywhere, like the Gobi Desert.

"Is there such a place in Yanzhou?" Zhuge Buliang frowned.

The yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and Zhuge Butiang did not use the sword, but walked on the ground. With true protection, these yellow sand can't get close at all. Although the place is full of wind and sand, Zhuge is spotless, walking in this Gobi Desert.

The sky and the earth are yellow withered. If it hadn't been for Zhuge Buo's extraordinary divine consciousness, I'm afraid I would have lost my way for everything around me.

Gradually, Zhuge B no Liang has been walking in this area for two days. On this day, several houses appeared in front of him. When Zhuge B no Liang approached, he found that there was a village here.

"There are still people living in this place where birds don't shit?" Zhuge Buzum was very surprised.

"Who are you?" Just then, a voice came, and Zhuge Fuliang followed the sound and saw a little girl standing there. The little girl's clothes are a little ragged, and there are patches in many places, but her eyes are as deep as a black hole.

"Little sister, you are... The people in this village?" Zhuge Buzuo asked.

"I'm asking who you are?" The little girl still stood still, her face was calm, but there was a dead silence in her eyes.

With this feeling of silence, even Zhuge Fuliang felt a chill on his back.

This little girl gives people an unusual atmosphere.

"I'm a repairer passing by here." Zhuge said lightly.

"Immortal Cultivator? We don't welcome immortals here!" The little girl said, and her dead eyes were staring at Zhuge.

Zhuge Fuliang's heart moved. From the little girl in front of him, Zhuge Fuliang could not feel the slightest fluctuation of Zhenyuan. It could be seen that she was not a practitioner, but just a mortal. In the eyes of mortals, immortals are supreme beings, and they can't be belittled, but the attitude of the little girl in front of her is completely opposite.

"Little sister, what you said..."

"We don't welcome immortals here. If you don't want to die, just go." The little girl's attitude was resolute. Her eyes were deep and dark, and Zhuge was not bright and her hair was creepy.

If it weren't for the little girl's breath of life, Zhuge Buteng even suspected that she was just a corpse, because the little girl's breath was too strange. In one word, it was "dead silence"

The little girl turned around and was about to leave.

"Little sister, please wait a minute." Zhuge Fuliang called her.

But the little girl didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

"Yiyi, don't be rude to distant guests."

At this time, an old voice sounded, and an old man with a crutch in his hand came over, with thin white hair and wrinkles on his face.

"Old man." Zhuge didn't bow his hand politely.

"Young man, where are you from?" The old man walked to Zhuge Fuliang on crutches.

"Well... Don't ask me where I come from~~~ My hometown is far away, why wandering~~ wandering far away~~~ wandering~~~" Zhuge Buliang sighed.

"Well.... I don't understand. Can you do it again? The old man had thin hair and looked at Zhuge Bliang with a strange face.

Zhuge Fuliang smiled and said, "I'm a practicer and a scattered practice."

The old man nodded, smiled kindly and said, "Friends from afar, please come into the village for a chat."

"Grandpa..." The little girl glanced at the old man.

The old man shook his head and walked towards the village with Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge B no Liang turned his head to look at the little girl and looked at her dead eyes. Zhuge B no Liang only felt a moment in his heart and subconsciously turned away. The little girl's eyes were too terrible.

The yellow sand flew all over the sky, and Zhuge Fuliang followed the old man and the little girl named Yiyi into the village.

This village is not very big. There are only 40 or 50 families. When Zhuge Fuliang followed the old man and Yiyi, the people in the village had a strange look at Zhuge Fuliang.

"Old man, why do people in your village have such a deep understanding of immortals?" Noting the strange eyes around him, Zhuge Buching only felt uncomfortable all over.

"You'd better get out of here quickly, or you will die miserably." Yiyi took a look at Zhuge Buliang and hummed softly.

"What do you mean?" Zhuge Buteng's heart trembling, as if there was some secret in this seemingly inconspicuous village.

"Come in, I'll tell you in detail." The old man took Zhuge Fuliang to an earthen house. The door was opened. The facilities in the room were very simple, with only a bed, a table and a few large boxes.

"You can go out first." The old man looked at his little granddaughter.

Yiyi didn't say anything and turned her head and left the room.

The old man sat down and said, "Young man, I think you must have a lot of doubts in your heart."

Zhuge Butliang nodded silently.

The old man said, "Our small mountain village is called Huangsha Village. An unwritten rule passed down from my grandfather's grandfather is that it is forbidden for immortals to come and go in the village."

"What do you mean?" Zhuge was shocked.

The old man said, "We didn't know at first, but since the first immortal man came here 50 years ago, the village has not been calm. At that time, I was only a teenager. I clearly remember that the night when the immortals came to the village, he died mysteriously. After his death, the body turned into a demon and constantly attacked the people in the village. At that time, the death was heavy, but after dawn, the body of the immortal practitioner turned into a pool of blood.

"Sy~~"

Zhuge Fuliang took a deep breath and said in surprise, "There is such a thing!"

The old man nodded and continued, "Since then, whenever the night comes, the village will be shrouded in a mysterious force, which is full of death. At the beginning, the people in the village could not adapt to this breath, and some people even claimed to have seen ghosts, could not stand the torture, and became crazy.

"What about after that?" Zhuge Buliang was aroused by his appetite.

"After that, the village never let immortals go in and out again. Until one day, a woman who claimed to be a real dragon scattered person appeared. She said that our Huangsha Village was a cursed village. Unless one day a predestined person can come, he can break the power of this curse."

"Real Dragon Sanren!" Zhuge Butiang was shocked. He was familiar with this name. He was Pan Longxiu's master, the master of the Huashen period.

"Unless a predestined person comes, he can solve the power of this curse." The old man sighed.

"Well... It sounds quite mysterious, as if it were the plot in the novel." Zhuge Buliang smiled awkwardly.