The ascetic monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and replied: "I didn't see it."

"You really didn't see it?" His eyes were as sinister as a python's body, wandering back and forth on the ascetic's face, as if examining him.

"Ascetics only care about the road under their feet and do not dare to look at the sky. There may be practitioners passing by, but I have never seen them." Although the ascetic lowered his head to show respect, his words were neither humble nor arrogant.

"Boss, this monk is lying to you." One of the dozen bandits behind him suddenly said.

"Oh?" Shen Du's expression suddenly turned cold.

This subordinate of his is responsible for interrogations and is best at observing words and emotions.

His subordinates could often tell at a glance whether a person in a small city was lying. Obviously, the ascetic in front of him was not a good liar.

The next moment, Shen Du stretched out his hand, grabbed the ascetic in front of him by the neck, and lifted him up, "Didn't the Buddha tell you that as a monk, you must abstain from lying?"

"Tell me, which direction did he go?" Shendu exerted slight pressure on his hands, and the ascetic's face suddenly turned livid.

As soon as the ascetic monks embarked on the path of ascetic cultivation of mind, they encountered the test of the path.

If you don't tell, your life will be at risk.

But if you say so, you are choosing to help others under the coercion of powerful forces.

The state of mind is suddenly destroyed and cannot be repaired.

The ascetic monk, who had always lowered his eyebrows and looked kindly at the group of bandits, finally raised his head for the first time, looked directly into Shendu's sinister eyes, and said calmly: "The first precept, all

One day and one night, keep your mind like a real person, have no intention to kill, be kind to all living beings, and refrain from thieves, harm, and the like."

"Don't conspire with Shuzi!" The ascetic monk said every word in a straight and correct tone.

"Very good, very good," Shendu said with a sinister smile: "As expected of an ascetic, for a stranger? You can even give up your life? Monk, your realm is indeed high."

"Since the realm is so high, then I will send you to the Buddha? Let you lecture with the Buddha." The next moment? The body poison killed him without any warning.

laugh!

His hand holding the ascetic's neck suddenly turned green? He unleashed a ghastly poison and crushed the ascetic's neck directly.

The ascetic monk's face stiffened, his body swayed, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

The blood flowed out from the neck, seeped into the hot sand beneath him, and disappeared.

Shen Du glanced at the body of the ascetic monk, his face expressionless. "What I hate most in my life are these sanctimonious monks. They are obviously just laymen, but they really think of themselves as saints?"

"Boss, what should we do next?" asked the bandit who spoke before.

Shendu thought for a while and then said: "Let's continue chasing in the east direction? This person's direction at the beginning was to go east.

But later on, I don’t know why, but I changed several directions one after another, and now that I’ve lost track, I can only chase in the original direction.”

"However, we will catch up sooner or later?" Shendu said gloomily: "After all? He has our mark on him..."

If it weren't for the storage ring that would isolate them from the mark? They wouldn't have to go to such trouble chasing after it.

The body is poisoned and the mind secretly thinks.

"Okay." The bandits responded in unison.

Soon, dozens of figures rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

At the same place, after a gust of wind blew, the quicksand that surged up soon submerged and buried the ascetic's body.

Use the entire desert as a tomb.

.......

In the desert, the two biggest feelings are:

One is the vastness of the world, and the other is the insignificance of oneself.

Even Lu Qingshan, who has reached the Nascent Soul realm, can't help but feel a little like this.

But the ascetic who had just refined his energy dared to walk through the desert on foot.

The reason why ascetics frequently produce powerful monks is not unreasonable.

Following the direction pointed out by the ascetic earlier, Lu Qingshan took the map and looked at it for a while, then moved forward.

He did not go as fast as he could, because in this case, if the direction was wrong, he would go as fast as he could. Once he deviated a little, all he would have wasted was his own time.

Not long after taking the map back into the storage ring, Lu Qingshan suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In his spiritual perception, there were more than a dozen monks behind him, flying towards him.

The purpose was very clear, and it was obviously not an accidental passing.

A dozen bandit monks led by Shendu came roaring in, and within a moment, they were approaching Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan raised his head, looked at the leader of the body poison, a cold light appeared in his eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Sand bandit?"

On the other side, looking at Lu Qingshan, who slowly raised his head with a calm expression, his face changed, and his eyes showed vigilance.

Because he couldn't figure out what Lu Qingshan's specific cultivation level was!

"Did you practice any special techniques or have any magic weapons?" Shen Du's heart moved, but a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

For people like them, spells or magic weapons that can hide the aura are very attractive.

"Boss, is this the guy?" While Shen Du was still examining Lu Qingshan, there was already an extremely burly, rough-skinned and dark-skinned monk among the dozen or so bandits he had brought with him.

Bandits usually have two personality traits.

One is the kind of person who is poisonous. He is cautious in doing things and extremely ruthless in his methods. He has gone through countless tricks and finally grew up to be a cunning and cunning person.

The first is those who do not understand the rules and do not hesitate to take action. Such people usually die quickly, but if they can grow up, they will be absolutely ruthless.

Generally speaking, to be a leader, you need someone with a personality like Shen Du.

But among his subordinates, there must be one or two people of the second type, because such people can do many things that they are not suitable for.

Shendu didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

The burly monk spat and laughed wildly: "The monk didn't even risk his life earlier, so what's the use of hiding his whereabouts for this kid? Otherwise we would have caught up with him."

The next moment, the burly monk felt a chill all over his body.

Because the moment he finished speaking, the "fat sheep" in their eyes suddenly emitted an extremely strong pressure that could shock the mind.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were extremely cold, "What did you do to that ascetic?"

"The monk would rather die than tell you your whereabouts," the burly monk swallowed, but glanced at the silent body poison beside him, and suddenly felt confident again, and said bravely: "Then we have no choice but to follow suit.

He wishes to send him to death."

"Very good." Lu Qingshan nodded, lowered his eyes, and said no more.

Whoosh!

A sound exploded suddenly in the sky over the vast desert.

The blazing red sword light lit up and slashed across the air towards the burly monk who was speaking.

With a scream, the next moment, the burly monk with late Jindan cultivation turned into a ball of blood mist, which suddenly exploded in front of the other dozen bandits, making their mouths dry and their minds seemed to be captured.

, froze in place for a moment, not daring to move.

"Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator..." Shen Du looked at the young monk in front of him, feeling bitter in his heart.

"Damn it, old man Huang mistook me and sold me a Nascent Soul monk as a fat sheep?" At the same time, there was still resentment and resentment in his body and heart.

"It was our ignorance that offended you," Shendu responded quickly, and he was a flexible person. He quickly suppressed the resentment in his heart and raised his hand to the young sword cultivator in front of him: "You also killed one of my subordinates.

Even if the matter is even, how about that?"

"Is it even?" Lu Qingshan looked at Shen Du who was talking to himself indifferently.

Shen Du released a little of the coercion of his mid-Nascent Soul stage, and said with a smile: "You and I are both Nascent Soul cultivators, if we really want to fight, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose.

Besides, our leader, Old Man Vulture, is a great cultivator who will exact revenge. If you really keep fighting, even if you can defeat us, you may not be able to withstand Old Man Vulture's revenge.

Wouldn't it be better to let this matter go? The men you killed earlier should be treated as venting your anger, and I will never pursue them again."

Body Poison was also secretly threatening. First, he showed his cultivation level to make Lu Qingshan fearful, and then he used the name of Old Vulture to suppress Lu Qingshan.

However, his words were very polite and appropriate. He was obviously submissive and showed no threat at all, which made Lu Qingshan look good on the surface.

Sword cultivators are people who value face. A cunning and cunning person like Shen Du naturally understands this truth. There is no need to let Lu Qingshan outdo him in terms of words and momentum. Anyway, it will not cause much loss to him.

"Evening? The things you provoked me can indeed be evened out," Lu Qingshan seemed to be asking and answering, "But what about the ascetic who was killed by you? How can we even out the situation?"

"What do you want?" Hearing this, Shendu's face was as gloomy as water, "He is just an insignificant person? You don't know him, do you still want to avenge him?"

"Blood debt..." Lu Qingshan's cold voice sounded, "Of course it must be paid with blood!"

That ascetic whose name he didn't know, that little monk who was just practicing Qi refining, would rather die than reveal his whereabouts for the sake of a stranger.

And as a swordsman, as a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, isn't it natural for him to avenge the ascetic?

Boom! Boom!

Two sounds exploded in succession, and next to the blazing red sword light, another green sword light rushed out.

Two flying swords, blazing red and green, flew towards Shen Du and the bandits he led.
To be continued...