Gu Shentu saw his eyes look over, hugged him with a bitter smile and said, "I didn''t know that the elder was an expert in Shinto. There were many offenses between words. I hope Haihan."


    Yang Xuan smiled and said, "don''t worry, northwest yuan family, I will go."


    He benefited a lot from their battle.


    Although Xiuzhen and Wudao are different, they can be used for reference. Their Tao gave him a lot of inspiration. At this moment, it seems clearer for him to turn God.


    Gu Shentu''s face looks ugly. If Bai Qi goes to the yuan family in the northwest as a top expert in Taoism, he will have no problem. But if he goes as a Shinto master


    Although he thinks his master''s accomplishments are far beyond white, it''s not a good thing for a Shinto master to come to the door.


    You know, as a Shinto master, even if he loses his master and turns to secretly fight, the yuan family in Northwest China may suffer heavy losses.


    This is not what he wants to see.


    Well, I hope nothing happens, he whispered.


    On the contrary, when he came eastward, his face had returned to calm. When he saw Yang Xuan looking over, he even smiled and hugged Yang Xuan.


    A wooden aura was sent out, and a strange color appeared on Gu Shentu and his face coming to the east at the same time.


    They felt that the injury in their bodies was recovering at an incredible speed. Within a moment, they had recovered as before, even better than before.


    The methods of Shinto masters are different.


    They both sighed at the same time and hugged Yang Xuan.


    At this moment, their hearts were infinitely hot. When they planned to do this, they immediately closed down and attacked the Shinto.


    At this time, a figure suddenly swept over from a distance, directly crossed the crowd and fell in front of the disciples in Lingxiao hall. He hurriedly said, "report to senior brother, the entrance of the Wushen relic was found in the north of the death desert. Now many people have rushed there."


    His voice was not small, and he didn''t want to hide it, because the news had spread, but he couldn''t hide it.


    "Let''s go!" the man in front made a quick decision and flew directly into the sky with the others.


    As soon as they left, everyone reacted. For a moment, the brilliance in the sky flickered.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes flashed. The next moment, he disappeared in situ.


    The desert of death is a huge desert on the side of the great Shen empire. Its area is no less than that of the great Shen empire.


    At the edge of the desert of death, Yang Xuanfei was in the sky, but suddenly stunned.


    Then, between thoughts and actions, he recovered his true face and fell directly.


    light snow.


    He saw light snow again.


    Xiaoxue is still dressed in coarse linen, barefoot and ankle, indifferent, as if he didn''t care about anything.


    She walked slowly on the desert. The fine sand flowed between his toes, leaving a string of shallow footprints.


    When Yang Xuan appeared in front of her and blocked her way forward, she just looked up slightly, bypassed Yang Xuan and continued to move forward.


    "Light snow!" Yang Xuan shouted.


    Xiaoxue doesn''t have any reaction, her steps don''t stop, and she doesn''t seem to hear Yang Xuan''s voice.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes showed a strange color again.


    This light snow is strange everywhere. Obviously, it is the same person as the light snow of the sun wheel country, but why does it seem like you don''t know yourself at the moment?


    Is it true that he is not Xiaoxue?


    Yang Xuan turned his body again and stopped in front of Xiaoxue, but Xiaoxue didn''t even look at him this time. He just gently bypassed him and continued to walk forward.


    The bright sun shines high, and the hot sun shines on Yang Xuan and Xiaoxue.


    Somehow, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little cold.


    At this time, his heart was full of doubts.


    Why didn''t Xiaoxue die? Why doesn''t she know herself? How did she come all the way here?


    All kinds of questions lay across his heart, but no one had any answers.


    Just when he wanted to stop Xiaoxue again, suddenly a shadow fell down and stood in front of Yang Xuan.


    "Brother Yang, why are you so fast?"


    The visitor was su Zhenguo. He saw Yang Xuan from a distance.


    Yang Xuan didn''t answer his question for the first time, but looked behind him.


    At that position, it should have been Xiaoxue walking forward, but there is no one at the moment.


    Light snow disappeared under his eyes.


    Yang Xuan was shocked. If it''s excusable to disappear for the first time, it''s too unreasonable to disappear in front of Yang Xuan this time.


    After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked Su Zhen National Road: "brother Su, have you ever seen a woman with white hair, coarse linen and ankle exposed?"


    Su Zhenguo looked at him strangely and said, "what white haired woman? I saw you here from a distance. Where is the woman?"


    Yang Xuan was silent. After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "maybe I was wrong, brother Su, we''d better hurry into the Wushen ruins."


    "Yes, it''s important. Let''s go!" Su Zhenguo took the lead in flying.


    Yang Xuan pressed down the doubts in his eyes and followed him.


    They fly in midair and don''t have to ask for directions at all, because everyone flies in one direction. Needless to say, they all go to the entrance of the ruins. They just need to follow behind.


    Gradually, there were more and more people. Soon, when they stopped, they found that everyone was surrounded by a big hole with no bottom.


    This is an oasis in the desert. The area is not large. In the center of the oasis, there is a cave with a diameter of more than 20 meters. When you look at it, it is dark and bottomless.


    Is this the entrance to the Wushen relic?


    Yang Xuan scattered his mind and went into the cave, but after entering the cave for more than ten meters, he disappeared strangely without any reaction.


    In the sky, at the moment, the brilliance is shining and the crowd is dense. I don''t know how many people are attracted.


    A group of disciples who appeared in the LingXiao Temple of Wangyue mountain stood respectfully behind a man of about 30 and did not dare to go beyond it.


    From then on, Yang Xuan didn''t feel any power, like a mortal.


    But how can mortals stand in the air?


    Not far from the man, in the sky stood a young man, dressed in a bright yellow robe, with an indifferent look. Beside him stood a fat old man, looking forward with great pride.


    When Yang Xuan looked at it, there was a flash of light in the sky, and several figures appeared here.


    Led by a young man in Chinese clothes, he was followed by more than a dozen people, old and young, with the highest cultivation of humanity and the lowest level of respect.


    The man standing in front of the people in Lingxiao hall smiled and said, "brother Chu, I haven''t seen you for a long time. You''re late."


    The young man in Chinese clothes also smiled and arched his hands and said, "brother Li, you''re early."


    The man in Lingxiao hall smiled and saw that the disciples behind him were looking at him curiously. He said, "come on, let me introduce you. This is senior brother Chu Xifeng from the northwest Tianchi Lake. Don''t you hurry to meet him?"


    All the people behind him bent down and arched their hands and said, "Hello, elder martial brother Chu!"


    "Good!"


    Chu Xifeng smiled twice and said to the people behind him, "this is the genius of the younger generation of Lingxiao hall, senior brother Li Muyun and Li."


    After all the disciples of the Tianchi River saluted at the same time, the first beautiful female disciple of them suddenly jumped out and said to Li Muyun, "elder martial brother Muyun, do you still remember me?"