My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 83 The Law of the Desert
After living in the desert for more than half a year, if it is said that the person Yun Chi misses and wants to see the most is not his grandmother Yun Yeming, nor her husband Xiao Guanfeng.

But... Ye Shuanghong!

Yes, she wanted to see Ye Shuanghong, thinking like crazy like yellow sand covering the sky.

After studying the few dead bones she picked up and turned upside down 81 times, she made a breakthrough in her understanding of the mysterious desert.

Among the nine corpses, six were decapitated, and the fractures were very similar, as if they were twisted off by the same chain similar to the eight-character hook.

Lan Chen said that in the general election of Zongmen, there are only four candidates at most who can enter the voting process.

If there are more than four candidates in that year, a fighting session will be added before the voting session, and the winner will advance to the next stage.

This year, only she and Ye Shuanghong signed up, so they went directly to the voting session.

In this way, at most, only four people entered the desert at the same time.

Even if four people fight among themselves and die together, there will be at most four corpses.

Now there are six corpses whose heads were strangled by the same magic weapon, there are only two possibilities.

First, some people have lived in the desert for many, many years, and after waiting for several waves of latecomers, they killed these latecomers in sevens and eighties.

A simple analysis shows that this possibility is extremely low. Even if this person has supernatural powers, he will not become a fairy after all, and if he does not become a fairy, he will not live to be a hundred thousand years old.

She only dug up nine corpses, and six of them died in a similar manner.

Since the founding of Ling Jianzong, 62 people entered the sword mound, and 60 of them were buried. It is extremely conceivable that if all these 60 people died in the desert, proportionally, 40 people would be decapitated by the same magic weapon.

How could a person who could not live to live more than 10 years kill so many people over tens of thousands of years!
Then there is only the last possibility left: there is something hidden in the desert that can instantly wring people's heads away!
Or some kind of monster.

It may also be some kind of rule, such as... the way of heaven.

These people broke the rules and were harvested by the rules!

She has been bouncing here for more than half a year, but she hasn't even seen a ghost, which fully proves that she alone cannot activate the power behind it.

This unknown force is both a threat and an opportunity.

It was the only chance for her to leave the desert and go to the Sword Tomb.

That's why Yun Chi missed Ye Shuanghong terribly. She believed that as long as the two of them got together, the mysterious power would appear sooner or later.

Whether it is a murderous opportunity or a good opportunity, it is worth a try.

Xu Shi sincerely hoped to move God, half a month after Yunchi broke through the second layer of knot formation, she saw the long-lost Ye Shuanghong.

this day.

Yunchi is doing the [-]th digging exercise.

Speaking of this, I have to marvel at how powerful human beings are in adapting to the environment. A few months ago, Yunchi, who was scalded by the hot sand and jumped up and down, and whose chest, back, and soles were not covered with pure heart charms, was now exposed to the [-]-degree heat. Immunity, and even felt that the temperature could be higher.

She was holding a small shovel, humming a melodious tune, humming and digging vigorously, her eyes suddenly blurred.

The yellow sand poured down from the top of the head, hit the top of the head painfully, rolled down from the top of the head, drilled straight into the collar, hung on the forehead, bridge of the nose and the dimple of the neck, and even the long eyelashes of the crow feathers were not horizontal. few.

Someone is going to bury her alive!
It's tolerable, I can't bear it!

Yunchi picked up the shovel and slammed it down to the bottom of the pit. His feet seemed to be equipped with a drive, and he kicked a hundred feet and jumped out of the sandpit.

"Ye Shuanghong, why are you crazy?"

With a flick of his left arm, as if he was carrying a knife, Yun Chi carried the shovel on his left shoulder, like a tomcat whose fur had been blown off by lightning, viciously, aggressively questioning Ye Shuanghong on the other side of the deep pit.

Long time no see, Ye Shuanghong is a little different from memory.

He's lost a lot of weight, and has more layers of skin than those skulls in Yunchi's storage bag.

The dark red robe is ragged, and the bright color of the black gold trim has been worn away, losing its former glory.

Like a man's long hair tied up high, still swaying without wind, his long beard and hair drooping, his iconic sharp chin has sharply reduced the acrimony, and he has lost a bit of domineering arrogance.

Ye Shuanghong with a slightly pale complexion, paired with tattered clothes, looks a bit...sick and beautiful.

It makes people feel unbearable out of thin air.

"I said before that the Sword Tomb is where your Yun Hualian's bones are buried!"

For several months, Ye Shuanghong wandered the desert like a lonely ghost, her heart was full of despair, ready to drown her at any moment.

Seeing someone digging a pit from a distance, and waves of fine sand thrown out from the bottom of the pit, she was very happy.

Finally saw a living creature!
When I got closer, I realized that it was actually Yunhualian.

What made her even more unexpected was that after months of training in the scorching yellow sand, she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to lie down on the spot at the peak of her spiritual transformation. sand play.

Anger raged, new and old grudges swept across the Yinshuang sword, and the Huangsha Waterfall immediately rushed from the outside of the pit to the bottom of the pit.

Of course she knew that mere sand and dust could not kill Yun Hualian, but she just wanted to... bury her!

"Senior sister, if you have something to say, please speak up."

Yun Chi stepped back, retreated more than ten feet, and narrowly avoided Ye Shuanghong's sword. Most of his arrogance dissipated, and he repeatedly begged for mercy, "I know how to get out, don't you want to know?"

"In no mood!"

Ye Shuanghong didn't expect that Yun Chi not only survived, but also lived very well, and his cultivation and body skills had all improved.

Grief and indignation were mixed, and the remaining slivers of reason were exhausted, and the sword became sharp immediately.

The light of the dark golden sword circulated, and spiritual power was poured into the tip of the sword, soaring up into the sky, holding a sword flower and rushing towards Yunchi.

Ye Shuanghong floated in the air, with the wind blowing under her feet, she looked at Yunchi coldly, seeing the fear in her eyes when she dodged in panic and was inevitable, she felt indescribably happy.

From the first time she saw this person, she hated her very much.

Especially loathe her glib mouth, wishing to tear it to pieces a hundred times a day.

It just so happened that such an ignorant thing easily got the man she dreamed of.

Yun Chi wasn't stupid enough to receive a head-on blow from the peak of Huashen peak filled with spiritual power. She was absolutely crushed in terms of cultivation, and she was not allowed to dodge, let alone fight back.

When Ye Shuanghong soared into the sky, Yunchi had already sensed the murderous intent, and almost immediately clenched the space stone around his neck, calling the 60 trillion cells in his body to be on high alert.

Yun Chi hid in the space, staring out with his eyes wide open.

"boom!"

Sword Flower was crushed!
"Boom!"

Ye Shuanghong flew out and smashed a bunker more than ten meters deep a hundred feet away, sending up sand and dust.

"Chong!"

The Yinshuang sword was inserted in Ye Shuanghong's hand, the sword body vibrated, and the sword sounded bursts, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

After Ye Shuanghong spat out a mouthful of blood, she struggled to prop up her upper body, and as soon as she grasped the hilt of the sword with her right hand, her pair of magnificent phoenix eyes widened instantly, and they were frozen in this moment forever.

A moment later, the Yinshuang Sword's light dimmed, and after making a final mournful cry, it turned into a dark golden streamer, circled several times over Ye Shuanghong's head, and quietly sank under the long yellow sand.

The sword of life returns to the grave!

The sword master will never return!
Above the ten thousand miles of sky, the sun will last forever.

In the white light disc, in the depths of the void, protruded two dark chains.

A scarlet neck wrapped in leaves.

Grind!

One is constantly wandering between the sky and the earth, floating around in the desert, as if looking for something.

Yun Chi swallowed, dripping with cold sweat.

at the same time.

The desert is shaking, the surface is cracked like a paddy field that has been drought for many years, the cracks are densely covered like a chessboard, and a wall of earth rises from the ground, like the Great Wall lying across.

The earth wall is hundreds of meters high and can't be seen at a glance.

Thousands of robed cultivators can be vaguely seen inside the earthen wall, holding swords and fighting each other.

The brilliance shimmers, golden red brown blue blue, radiant...

(End of this chapter)