Next, in order to avoid being searched by Qiankun Mountain, Xiang Que, Wang Fugui and others began to move towards the depths of the upper sky.
The desert here is vast and boundless. Once people go deep into it, they will be reduced to a few grains of sand, and then hide their body and breath a little bit. Finding people is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
Three days later, in the depths of the desert, yellow sand was flying all over the sky.
Wang Fugui led a group of people riding a jagged tiger, followed by Xiang Que, Xu Qing and Zi Youran, who were waiting for the person who came to take away the map of the tomb of the god.
After waiting for about an hour, suddenly a sword boat about 20 to 30 meters long appeared in the yellow sand. When Wang Fugui saw it, he turned around and said, "Here comes the man."
Xiang Que said "hmm", and asked Zi Youran and Xu Qing softly, "Did you recognize who it is?"
Zi Youran said: "There is no sign on this sword boat, and the people on it don't seem to be wearing any iconic clothes. It is still difficult to recognize it at a glance. It should be that the other party deliberately hides his identity."
Xu Qing said: "The background should not be too small. This kind of sword boat consumes a lot of spar almost every moment in order to operate, especially in the desert above the sky, and it has to resist the yellow sand. And Gale, the amount of spar used is even greater, this kind of fairy artifact is rare in the entire Nine Heavens Hell."
At this time, the sword boat had already flown above the crowd. At this time, an old man floated down from the top. After seeing Wang Fugui, he said straight to the point: "It's done?"
Wang Fugui nodded, took out a brocade box from his body but did not hand it to the other party, but said: "I have a friend who wants to meet the person above you and have a chat."
The old man refused: "No, give us the things, and I have a storage bag for the remaining spar, just leave it to you."
Wang Fugui wanted to say something more, when suddenly a voice came from the sword boat: "Third Uncle, just invite them to come up, let me see"
The old man responded, took Wang Fugui's brocade box and said, "Go up, my young master has spoken"
Xiang Que and Wang Fugui flew into the sword boat, and immediately they could clearly feel the strong aura in the sword boat, and with Xiang Que's knowledge, they could recognize it at a glance, there must be such a powerful force on the sword boat Restriction, whether it is defense or attack, is absolutely domineering.
The owner of this sword boat is formidable and rich, such a style is rare in the fairy world, and the old man who just led them up is actually in the realm of a saint, but he is still a servant.
What surprised Xiang Que and Wang Fugui even more was that the space inside the sword boat was actually very wide, with birds singing, flowers fragrant, rockery and flowing water, it looked like a courtyard house.
With Xiang Que's knowledge, it was almost quickly revealed. This sword boat has a space of its own. This is definitely a big deal. Ordinary saints may not be able to reach this level, but the other party has this ability. And just for the enjoyment.
Wang Fugui whispered in Xiang Que's ear: "It's really arrogant, this person's handwriting is too big, let alone the cost of the sword search boat and its operation, I'm afraid it can't be enough to maintain a little fairy I have supported the door for a year, and I am really convinced.¡±
Xiang Que was also full of admiration, so he became even more curious about the identity of the master behind the scenes.
Beside a rockery, there is a white jade table with a few futons beside it. There is white steam on the table, which should be a pot of tea being boiled.
On the opposite side of Wang Fugui and Xiang Que, there is a young man sitting. He is definitely not as beautiful as Xiang Que in terms of appearance, but the imposing manner of the other party may not be as good as that of others. An overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Fellow Daoist, please sit down, I just brewed a pot of tea here" The young master smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Xiang Que and Wang Fugui to sit down.
After the two sat down, the young man picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the two of them, but he suddenly said: "I heard that a few days ago, a big battle suddenly broke out at the edge of the Lingxu Heaven and the Upper Heaven. , A Da Luo Jinxian actually killed a saint, this incident can be described as a commotion, it is estimated that Lingxutian has already spread, and every corner of the Nine Heavens Hell is about to know."
Xiang Que took a sip from his teacup, nodded and said, "I killed the man"
The young master smiled, clapped his hands and praised: "Fellow Daoist is really amazing. You killed a saint by leapfrogging in Daluojin Fairyland. This kind of thing probably hasn't happened in the entire Nine Heavens Hell for tens of thousands of years. As far as I know, your strength , I am afraid that it will overwhelm the 99% Da Luo Jinxian."
Xiang Que raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean, there are less than 10% of the peopleCan also have the strength to kill saints? "
"It is possible, but what is the score? If a Da Luo Jinxian owns a sword boat like mine, what do you think? Saints, there are strong and weak, so although it is very rare for Da Luo Jinxian to kill a saint, But not absolutely nothing¡±
Xiang Que smacked his mouth, put down the cup in his hand, and said, "The taste of your tea is a bit weak, it's average."
Brother Young Master said "Huh?", as if he didn't understand why the topic of Xiang Que suddenly changed to drinking tea. The way this person chatted was too sharp.
"I'll add some more ingredients, I'm not used to drinking light tea." Xiang Que calmly squeezed out a handful of Enlightenment tea, then threw it into his and Wang Fugui's teacups in a very reckless manner, and said, "Drink it like this, deal with it "
The corner of Wang Fugui's mouth twitched. He knew that Xiang Que did it on purpose. The other party didn't take him too seriously, so Xiang Que had to pretend to respond. This is his style.
Seeing the fragrance of Enlightenment Tea, the saints beside him were stunned. There are also Enlightenment Tea trees in Nine Heavens Hell, and the production is also very scarce, which is similar to the situation in the fairy world, so no one will waste Enlightenment Tea like this .
Brother Young Master was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "Friend Daoist is really wonderful, I like your temperament very much, wonderful, wonderful!"
Xiang Que said lightly: "I'm really not pretending, I always drink tea like this, the main reason is that it's too weak, it's easy to choke my throat, I'm not used to it"
The young master laughed, and after a long while he asked: "Then I don't know what the fellow Taoist is talking about seeing me?"
"I want to go to the burial place with you and enter the tomb of the god!" Xiang Que didn't hide anything, and told him his thoughts honestly.
"Then why do I have to go with you"
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