In the dark night, several figures walked through the mountains and fields, flying across the ground, not daring to fly too high, and headed westward. There was a faint wilderness on the ground. This was a symbol of being close to the edge of the desert. Chu Xunyu had to sigh that the ghost thief had a high level of cultivation, because she was holding a mortal woman and could still keep up with everyone's pace. If she had been herself, she would probably not be able to do this.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, the ghost thief suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

Everyone was confused, so they stopped and looked at her. The ghost thief shook his head: "You can't leave anymore, you want to take a rest here."

"Why?" Mu Yuan was puzzled, "Isn't that monster following behind?"

"I can't shine on the sun." The ghost thief felt a little ashamed, because the five stones in his body were scattered too much, and without the suppression of the Tamamota core, once they were shined by the hot sun, they might be on the spot. "And it's safe to walk at night, and it's too silly during the day."

Chu Xunyu shook his head, "Ghost thief, you'd better let this girl go, and then tell the truth, let's fight against the enemy together."

"Can't do it!" The ghost thief sneered, "Why should I join forces with a man who is no less than mine? How can a bad person trust another bad person?"

Chu Xunyu was extremely angry and went up to grab the only gauze on the ghost thief, put the sword on her neck, and said angrily: "Listen, vicious woman, the reason why I haven't attacked you yet is because I don't want to hurt this mortal. I have killed many people before, but that's impossible, but don't use this as an excuse to force me to take action."

"Then you just do it." The ghost thief was not angry at all. He looked at Chu Xunyu calmly at two inches of distance, his big eyes flashing, and he had no fear at all. "Then you will never get the news you want. I will definitely not win the flower guardian, so your news is the only guarantee for me to live in front of you. As for this girl, I still have some use."

"Brother Chu, wait." Duanmu Zheyue hurriedly came up to stop him. He already knew that Si Yi had his pseudonym Chu Xunyu and quickly interrupted them. "Let's calm down. Now is not the time for internal conflict. Let's stop. After all, this woman is a mortal and can't stand such a long-distance attack. Look, she was frightened."

"Stop?" Chu Xunyu let go of his hand and replied disdainfully, "So what? Will the flower protector stop the pursuit?"

"Don't worry, I have my own way." The ghost thief was confident. It seemed that she had planned to escape for a day or two. She pointed her hand not far away. "As far as I know, there was a shelter not far away. It was originally a gathering place for merchants in the Western Regions to resell black market silk in the Tang Dynasty. It was later abandoned. Then countless rivers and lakes such as the Evil Ji Sect and the Jieyuan Sect have used it. There are many magic arrays and tools to cover up the breath. We can avoid it for a while when we go there."

"You understand." Chu Xunyu snorted coldly, and after that, he left without looking back, everyone hurriedly followed.

Soon we arrived at the place where the ghost thief was talking about. There were a lot of rocks and weeds. The ghost thief looked around and found a huge rock, bit his own, and drew a strange Mongolian symbol on it. He shouted: "Open!" Suddenly, the huge rock moved away, revealing a bottomless cave.

Chu Xunyu recognized it at a glance. This was the "shackle of blood". It was first known to those Mongolian masters on the Mongolian grasslands. It was later widely used. As long as the magic circle was set up and the necessary relevant personnel were given the right to unlock the lock, the relevant personnel could open it with their own blood. During the war between the two dynasties, it was once used by the Yuan and Mongolian army to imprison important Han army prisoners, which was extremely difficult to crack. It seems that the ghost thief was indeed a famous figure in the world, otherwise he would not have been recognized by the ** people and would not have the right to open it here.

All five people jumped down, and the huge rock closed automatically. After a few breaths, they reached the bottom. There was a spacious cave with a stone door. The ghost thief stood in front of the stone door without looking back, telling everyone: "Everyone is on guard. If there are other people inside, if something is wrong, kill them immediately. Move quickly to avoid too much noise to make the flower protectors feel it."

"What did you say?" Mu Yuan was very disgusted with this unreasonable killing. "Why do we want to kill people?"

"You are so naive." The ghost thief laughed at Lianlian, "Little monk, what do you think is inside? A group of hospitable masters? I made tea and invited us into Xiaoxu? Wrong, there are some villains and gangs inside that are even better than me, and bandits. This is the rule of the desert. It is very simple, live to the death!" After saying that, he casts the "blood shackles" without looking back.

Chu Xunyu thought for a while, turned to Mu Yuan and said, "You stay here. If you want to kill me, you don't want to see it. After it is cleaned up, we are opening the door and letting you in."

Mu Yuan wanted to say something, but Chu Xunyu stopped him with a firm look, because killing is a sin, and letting himself bear it alone is enough...

When the three of them entered the stone gate, they saw that there was a bright spot inside, with torches on the walls, and dozens of bandit-like men sitting in the spacious open space, wearing leather armor and linen, sitting casually on the ground chatting, all of them were cultivators. Of course, their cultivation was uneven. When they saw someone coming in, they immediately calmed down and looked here.

The ghost stole a hand as if he was casually putting on the golden woman's neck, and then deliberately hid behind Duanmu Zheyue and Chu Xunyu, timidly made a little daughter costume, and asked tenderly: "Brother, where is this?"

"Next to hell-" A hoarse voice sounded, and the one-eyed man sitting in the middle was a one-eyed man with a black face and broad nose, a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He held a broken sword with one hand. He turned out to be a Nascent Soul-stage martial artist, but he was just a rare sword follower. He held a wine bag in the other hand, took a sip of strong wine, wiped his mouth with his cuffs, raised the remaining one-eyed man, and smiled ferociously: "Little sister, where are you from?" As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately laughed, and the atmosphere seemed extremely sinister.

Chu Xunyu replied lightly: "The wind is strong, come in and avoid the wind. How can you do it?"

"Oh?" a thin man asked back sarcastically, "The wind is indeed very strong outside, but here is next to hell, and the wind will only be stronger."
Chapter completed!