I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Thousands of miles away, a group of people were walking slowly against the wind and sand. The shadows of swords and swords shrouded the 11 people like a prison, and the sound of swords and swords colliding seemed like a pouring thunderstorm.

Zhang Zheng swung the dagger to repel the attacking weapons. She had no protective vest, and the newly changed clothes on her body had become tattered, covered with yellow sand and blood.

But now the situation is much better than when I was fighting alone. With the Lu family monks to share, at least I don't have to face the siege of swords and swords alone. The yellow sand is also covered by the Lu family monks, and she only needs to face the occasional attack. With a sword and a side of yellow sand, there is vitality to repair the wound at any time, and the threat of yellow sand is not too great.

Lu Jiangli was next to Zhang Zheng. Seeing her in a mess, she didn't want to meddle in her own business, but Zhang Zheng kept silent and resisted the pain, which aroused a subtle compassion in her.

They don't necessarily need the help of a monk from the lower realms. Although she should be good from her current performance, she still doesn't have the magic clothes to protect her. If this continues, the blood loss will sooner or later be incurable.

"return to."

Zhang Zheng's commanding tone entered Zhang Zheng's ears without naming his name, and he didn't realize that he was talking to her for a moment.

It wasn't until Lu Jiangli turned slightly sideways and pressed Zhang Zheng into the protective circle without any trace that Zhang Zheng realized in astonishment that this female nun from the Lu family was talking to her just now.

The oncoming yellow sand was blocked by the spiritual radiance from Lu Jiangli's casket, and Zhang Zheng paused the hand holding the dagger.

"Thank you for your friendship. I can persist. Please let me do my part. You have sheltered me for a long time, and you don't want to return anything. I really feel uneasy."

Lu Jiangli squinted at her, and his red lips moved slightly, "There's so much nonsense, you just need to protect yourself, don't die and cause us trouble."

Zhang Zheng knew that although this fellow Taoist whom he had just met was a bit harsh, but the original intention was to protect her, a slight warmth arose in his heart.

Still wanting to persist, Lu Jiangli swung his saber wide open and closed, chopping down several swords, axes and axes with "bang dang", and said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, we have to be obedient here, otherwise we will throw you out. "

The rest of the monks from the Lu family didn't refute, maybe they didn't want to get involved with the monks from the lower realms, or maybe they didn't object to Lu Jiangli's decision.

Zhang Zheng had no choice but to cup his hands sincerely and said, "Then thank you fellow daoist."

After going on like this for nearly half a day, a vague vitality suddenly came from a distant place. Zhang Zheng felt it quietly, and then his eyes dimmed.

There are eleven life paths in total. There should be no other living beings here, so they should correspond to 11 people. The meaning of life is a sign of decadence, which symbolizes that if the 11 people can't get out of trouble, they are likely to die.

Zhang Zheng didn't know if these people were the lost children of the Lu family, if so, Tan Ying might be among them.

It was really not what she wanted to meet Tan Ying here.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and opened them again, and said abruptly, "There seems to be someone in the south."

Lu Huancheng, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, opened them suddenly, frowned and asked for confirmation, "It's the south direction? How do you know?"

Zhang Zheng pretended to take out the prepared wooden bowl from his wide sleeves, nodded and said: "It's true, I once got a one-time magic weapon from the cave, it's this thing, it can detect people's breath, there are probably ten people Left and right, the breath is weak, I'm afraid the situation is not good."

A group of monks looked at the ordinary wooden bowl in Zhang Zheng's hand. Both the workmanship and style were very ordinary wooden bowls, and they could not see the brilliance of the magic weapon at all.

However, in line with Zhang Zheng's words, the disposable magic weapon will be damaged or lose its aura after it works.

Lu family monks may not believe the words of the magic weapon, but they also believe it [-]% to [-]%. After all, no monk would carry a mundane thing with him.

It is related to the safety of the Lu family members, even if it is just a piece of news that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, it is enough for them to investigate.

Lu Huancheng's eyes froze, and finally got some news, they shouldn't hesitate here, not to mention Zhang Zheng said that their breath was weak and they might be trapped in danger.

He directly made a decision, and ordered sternly: "Turn around and head south at full speed."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Zhang Zheng and said with a serious expression: "Thank you, fellow Daoist Zhang, if you are really a child of my Lu family, you must be very grateful."

Zhang Zheng smiled slightly, waved his hands and said: "I am under the protection of fellow Taoists, and I am worried that there is nothing to repay. It is best to help fellow Taoists."

The speed of the team suddenly increased, and after two hours they were already within a hundred miles, Lu Jiangming looked at the jade tablet of communication emitting a slightly moist light, suddenly looked up to the south direction, and shouted excitedly: "It's really them! They are really members of the Lu family!"

The low spirits of the monks in the team suddenly rose, but they fell into depression in an instant. According to Zhang Zheng, they seemed to be in a bad situation, and it was very likely that someone had encountered an accident.

In fact, their predictions were correct. Zhang Zheng's complexion was not good, and she could sense that in just two hours, a sense of vitality had completely disappeared in silence.

More than a dozen monks from the upper realm couldn't fight for a chance. Zhang Zheng couldn't predict how critical the situation over there would be.

Could their trip be to send a few more lives for nothing?
When the jade token of summons came on, Lu Jiangming asked eagerly, "Is it Miss Haiqing? How are you doing now?"

On the other side, three of the twelve stone puppets have fallen, and there are still nine remaining, but it is enough to pull them into the abyss of despair, with no hope of life.

Lu Haiqing and Lu Yusong self-destructed their magical artifacts and knocked down two stone puppets with the power of a sixth-order magical artifact. Tan Ying also knocked down a stone puppet at the cost of serious injuries.

But in this way, most of the most powerful monks' strength was lost, and they had no power to fight back.

Just as Lu Haiqing flew to save a person from the stone puppet's palm, the jade tablet for communication at his waist suddenly lit up, and a familiar voice came from the jade tablet, igniting the darkness with the flame of hope for life.

"Is it Miss Haiqing? How are you doing now?"

Lu Haiqing galloped away from Long Tongue's attack, his eyes were bright, "Jiang Ming! The situation is very bad. Sixteen members of the clan have already died. Come to help!"

Suddenly thinking of something, her heart trembled violently, and she quickly shouted to remind, "Don't get close to entering the range of the stone pillar! There is a killing array!"

When they heard what Lu Haiqing said about the death of 16 people, all the monks of the Lu family present were already trembling and mourning, and they couldn't help but speed up again.

Lu Jiangming said in a deep voice, "Okay, we'll rush over here right away, and if you persist for a while, you'll be safe soon."

Lu Haiqing's words confirmed Zhang Zheng's bad guess, and her expression instantly became more silent and dignified.

No matter how much hesitation he felt in his heart, the distance between the two parties was shortening rapidly, and within less than a stick of incense, they had already arrived in front of the stone pillar Lu Haiqing mentioned.

The stone pillars in front of me are said to be stone pillars, not to mention sand pillars. The piled up yellow sand buried the chunky stone pillars, revealing only a touch of gray-black rock color.

There are a total of twenty stone pillars, forming a circle, with a distance of about ten feet between them. From this point of view, the stone pillars are also ordinary deserts, and there is no killing array that Lu Haiqing mentioned.

What's even more strange is that the swords, axes, and axes that didn't let them have any gaps before now treat them as nothing, and even the yellow sand has become soft, and no longer a slight stroke is a bloody mouth.

Lu Jiangli took a low-grade spirit stone and threw it into the stone pillar circle. With a muffled sound, the spirit stone fell steadily into the desert, and was soon buried by the raging yellow sand.