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The Green-faced Ghost King knew who Monk Baoguang was. He was the national teacher of Yuetuo Kingdom and the junior brother of Zen Master Baoyue. The outside world speculated that he might have attained the golden body of the Arhat within a hundred years and be free from birth and death.

The golden body of the Arhat is roughly the same as the Taoist immortal, the earth immortal.

Only at this point can one really have the capital to be free and easy in the world.

Of course, this state is not immortal, and there are other hardships.

For most practitioners, the earthly immortals are legendary and rarely seen at a glance. Like Zen Master Baoyue, he is already a top figure in the world of cultivation.

Just as there are countless demons in the Western Wilderness and many demon kings occupying the mountain, it is really rare to compare with the earth immortals, and all of them are great monsters that have accumulated years.

The green-faced man twitched. This aunt was really willful, but she was relieved. She had a great grudge with Buddhism, and she didn't like the monk, so she deserved it.

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The sunset is about to dye, and the stream in front of me is red, and at the end of the stream is a desert.

Chen Lian did not ride on the clouds and carried the blue sky. The deeper he reached the Western Wilderness, the more demons there were hidden. The swaggering flying was simply setting a target for the demons.

The demon loves to eat people, but compared to the monk, the flesh and blood of thousands of people is not as good as the flesh of a monk.

The stream originated from nowhere, but it naturally dried up when it reached the desert.

The endless yellow sand may have to fill a sea to make the desert here rejuvenate.

Chen Lian stepped into it, and I wonder if his life would pass away like this stream when he reached the desert.

The sun is very fierce, as if it is about to ignite the entire desert. Now it is already late autumn by the time, and the heat above the desert cannot be changed.

The sand under my feet was very hot, and I was thinking about whether the effect would be surprisingly good if I practiced iron sand palms and other skills here.

Chen Lian walked slowly, because he was heading west, so the sun sets very slowly. In mythology, there was a giant who kept chasing the sun, but in the end he was exhausted in a desert.

After he died of exhaustion, he turned into a peach forest and relic of future generations.

Chen Lian saw a forest. The trees in the forest were really peach trees. The leaves were very wide and thick, and the peaches on it were very large, as if they were full of water. In such a dry desert, they really existed like treasures.

Not only is there no water in the desert, but even the vitality is thin.

The sun always seems to be unable to set, as if it has to dissipate the last trace of heat before it will give up.

A burst of children's crying came. Chen Lianyouran stepped forward and saw a little girl with pink and jade, as tender as a peach.

When the little girl saw Chen Lian, she stopped crying and said to Chen Lian: "Can brother pick peaches for me?"

Her voice was very similar to Ruoxi, and her appearance was somewhat similar, but the place where she appeared was very strange. Such a child should not appear here.

Chen Lian didn't seem to notice this strange, but lowered his body, wiped away the tears for the child, and said softly: "Yes." He stretched out his hand to brush away the tears on the little girl's face, which was very light and soft.

Then he stood up and reached out to pick peaches. When Chen Lian touched the peaches, it suddenly exploded, and there was black juice inside, which was extremely terrifying.

Anyone who is splashed on his body by this black juice will definitely feel disgusting.

Chen Lian seemed to not notice it, and the little girl beside him suddenly hugged his legs and bit it. The leaves on the peach tree looked like grimaces, and the sun suddenly disappeared and turned into a cold night.

Compared to the heat just now, it is a winter night now.

The leaves of the entire peach forest became ghostly faces, wandering and the sound of ghosts continued to sound.

The trunk of the tree became like a snake, bent and stretched over, wrapping around the deep waist and arms.

The black juice from the peaches is covered with the whole body.

The little girl opened her bloody mouth and hugged her deep little legs tightly.

Chen Lian's heart was silent and ignoring his bound body, and suddenly a sword energy flew over from Chen Lian's hairline. The sword energy was extremely shocking and the sound of breaking through the air was heard.

It was like a bubble suddenly bursting, the sky was bright, and the sunset was just a thread. The little girl at her feet turned into a pile of bones, and the peach forest in front was full of dead poplar trees.

Chen Lian's hand suddenly stopped and stopped in front of the bubble that was pierced by the sword energy.

Accompanied by the sword energy, a swordsman dressed in light green, but he saw that he had put his sword in the sheath, his eyebrows were calm, and he looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He looked at Chen Lian and said, "I am Song Qingyi from Xuantian Sect. My friend almost got into the illusion of this mirage demon. Fortunately, the mirage demon king here has been killed by Senior Brother Chen of Qingxuan Dao Sect with a sword. Otherwise, if you accidentally enter the desert and encounter it, you will probably have to explain it here."

Chen Lian took back his hand without any trace, and Song Qingyi did not notice that Chen Lian's fingers were about to touch the last place, which was where his sword energy just now destroyed the mirage demon's body.

"Thank you, Master Song." Chen Lian replied to Song Qingyi, who was quite familiar beside him, and squatted down at the same time, waved his hand and buried the pile of bones.

Song Qingyi sighed, "This place was originally a small tribe. When the Mirage Demon King devoured the spiritual spring here and turned the hundreds of miles into a desert. When you came in before, you should have seen a stream. It was actually the residual image of the spiritual spring at that time. However, after about a while, even the residual image would disappear." Song Qingyi sighed. After all, the spiritual spring is also a very precious thing. Some small sects rely on a spiritual spring to build foundations for their disciples and wash away the dirt from their flesh and blood.

His family was originally a very small family of cultivation. Later, he joined one of the four great Taoist sects of Xuantian Sect and then reached the sky in one step and learned the superior Taoist Techniques.

Chen Lian buried the bones. This bones were probably the bones of children from the tribe here before, but were attached to the magic power of the mirage demon, transforming into a little girl similar to Ruoxi, trying to confuse Chen Lian.

Now that the Mirage Demon has been beheaded by Song Qingyi, the bones have lost the magic power of the Mirage Demon. Chen Lian naturally wants to let her be buried.

It’s not because of Ruoxi, if it were any other bones, Chen Lian would do this. In fact, it has no practical significance. It’s just that as a human being, it would be too much to consider gains and losses in everything.

Song Qingyi sighed: "My friend is very kind. I think you have some cultivation. If your mind is not decisive, it will be difficult to survive in this world."

His words were not silent and earnest. Only by letting you use thousands of magical powers and thousands of magical powers like Chen Jianmei, I will kill them with one sword. This is the means and nature of the cultivator. Although he can't do it, he really yearns for it in his heart.

Chen Lian smiled and said, "I heard that Xuantian Sect is one of the top immortal sects in the world. I didn't expect that fellow Taoists were so peaceful. I really didn't have any arrogance. I really have the style of Taoists."

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Chapter completed!