Although there is a fake word, but it is next to the Taoist weapon, no matter what, it is terrifying.

"No wonder..." Another demon murmured.

With the power of the pseudo-Taoist weapon, it is indeed not too outrageous for Yuanying to kill Lianxu.

In the early stages of cultivation, it is entirely possible for a false Taoist weapon to smooth out the gap in a large realm of cultivation.

Because pseudo-Taoist artifacts are countless times rarer and more valuable than those of Void Refining monks.

"Let the branches of the underworld of the five states near the Mogao Desert take action together and deploy their manpower in the cities around the Mogao Desert.

Once Nalu Qingshan leaves the Mogao Desert and appears in the surrounding cities, immediately launch a siege plan." Palace Master Yu Lei decided directly.

"Five-state underworld branch palaces?!" Someone was shocked and puzzled, "Palace Master, do you want to use so many people? Is it too much to make a fuss about?"

The Five Prefectures and the Underworld are divided into different halls. What a terrifying battle this is.

Not to mention one Lu Qingshan, even ten more like Lu Hongshan and Lu Huangshan would be able to overthrow him together.

is it necessary?

Seek safety in everything, they can understand.

The problem is that the price is too high. Once the underworld monk takes action, his apparent identity will most likely be exposed, so he can only abandon it.

In order to arrange these apparent identities, the resources and time spent by the underworld are unimaginable.

"Is it worth it to abandon the five state hell halls for Lu Qingshan?" a shadow asked.

"You have to understand that this time, it's not just for Lu Qingshan..." Palace Master Yu Lei looked coldly, paused, and said decisively: "It's for Dao Master Xia!"

"If the attack on Lu Qingshan fails this time, it will be difficult to take action against him again and seize the Great Xia Scripture.

So, this time, there is no room for error!

The Five Prefecture Branch Halls are all working together to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. If something goes wrong, what is the use of raising these wastes?" Palace Master Yu Lei's voice gradually became colder and his tone gradually became lower.

When the others heard this, their hearts tightened and their expressions became serious, already understanding the relationship.

If you put it this way, it is indeed not a big deal.

The reputation of Master Xia is like thunder, and to the demon clan, it is like a demonic barrier that cannot be removed.

Back then, if it hadn't been for the emergence of Dao Master Xia, the Firmament Realm would have been owned by their demon clan for 20,000 years.

Although Dao Master Xia has been dormant for these 20,000 years, his remaining power still frightens the demon clan and makes them extremely fearful.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope that can help them deal with Dao Master Xia, it is worth paying a huge price for them to fight for it.

What does it mean to have five separate palaces in the underworld?

I can't bear to let my child catch the wolf.

This time they just gritted their teeth and threw out five children.

…

…

Lu Qingshan naturally did not expect that because the underworld was determined to obtain the Daxia Scriptures, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, the manpower dispatched by the underworld in the end turned out to be far more than what it should be. It was unreasonable and beyond his expectation.

After all, he can only be regarded as a prophet, not omniscient.

In the previous life, the underworld seized the Great Xia Scripture and deconstructed it, but it has been hidden under the waves and no one knows about it.

And the consequences of this incident had not yet occurred when he traveled through time.

Naturally he knew nothing about this matter.

I didn't know anything, so I misjudged the cruelty of the underworld.

He just wanted to catch two carp.

The last ones to bite the hook were a group of piranhas.

.......

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

This is an abandoned land.

Under the blood-red sunset, in a narrow canyon, a shabby village stood on the ragged yellow sand.

This is a tribe called "Sheep". Just like a shuttle, they have their roots deeply rooted in the deepest part of the Mogao Desert and are extremely tenacious.

It's hard to imagine how a weak tribe like the 'Sheep' could exist in such a difficult place for so long.

A little girl, who was as thin as iron, wearing a woolen coat, and with hair as dry as grass, was walking back to the camp carrying a rattan basket that was bigger than she was.

In the rattan basket, there are wild grasses with lavender stamens one after another.

The girl didn't know the name of this weed. She only knew that not only the leaves of this weed could be fed to sheep, but even the roots hidden in the ground had a sweet taste, which sheep also loved to eat.

Therefore, people in the village call this grass Leymus chinensis.

The girl's name is Yang Qing'er, a child born and raised in the "Yang" tribe.

When she was two years old, her parents died fighting the wolf monster to protect the tribe's sheep.

Later, she grew up in the patriarch's home.

This is a very rare and common thing in the tribe, because there are a large number of orphans in the patriarch's family alone.

Occasionally, she would look at the stars while sleeping at night and think about what the outside world would be like.

But just think about it.

Rumble!

A deafening thunder sounded out of thin air, like a thunderbolt.

In later generations, such loud thunder would be enough to frighten a child into covering his head and hiding in bed, and even frighten an adult woman into screaming, but she was completely ignored by the skinny Yang Qing'er.

It's not that she's brave, it's just that she has been hearing the sound of thunder for seven or eight years since she was born, so she has long been accustomed to it. What else is there to be afraid of?

"However, it seems that Thunder God's anger has become more and more frequent in recent years." Yang Qing'er murmured.

In the early years, there would only be such a loud thunderstorm every two or three days.

But recently, I seem to hear it three or four times a day.

She carefully looked into the depths of the canyon with no end in sight, quickened her pace, and hurried towards the camp.

Grandpa, the patriarch, said that the thunder came from deep in the canyon and existed a long time ago.

It's very possible that there's a thunder god living inside.

She was a little curious, but she had no intention of finding out.

Even survival is difficult, who has the time to study these things?

Yang Qing'er, who was carrying a large bamboo basket on her back and walking in a hurry, suddenly stopped suddenly and the bamboo basket shook violently, almost crushing her.

Because, a stranger appeared in front of her.

He was a good-looking young man with a kind smile.

It's really good-looking. Compared with him, Brother Black Sheep, the most handsome and capable person in the clan, looks like... just like... just like the moon and the little stars next to it.

The men's clothes are very strange, completely different from their clothes, but they are exquisite and tight.

The woman with the best needlework in the clan cannot make such exquisite clothes!

Yang Qing'er thought in her mind and glanced at the man shyly.

Like a magic trick, the man reached out and took out a piece of exquisite 'food'.

It was round, a bit like the moon in the sky, and the sweet smell hit her face, making Yang Qing'er swallow her saliva subconsciously.

She had never eaten this kind of thing and didn't even know what it was, but she was sure that it must be delicious.

Because it smells so good, just smelling it makes people salivate.

The man handed the cake over, "It's for you."

"For me?" the little girl was stunned for a moment.

The man nodded and affirmed: "It's for you."

Yang Qing'er hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation. She carefully rubbed her hand on the corner of her clothes and carefully took the piece of food that she had never seen before.

She was reluctant to eat it, holding it in her hand was like holding a hot potato, feeling cramped and panicked.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask, how much do you know about the situation there?" The man pointed behind Yang Qing'er.
Chapter completed!