The crooked way can also lead to heaven

Otherwise, this little Beijing guy is really good at talking. After a few glasses of white wine, he made Mo Qingyu laugh.

"Miss Mo, are you okay? I see you don't look very well." Little Beijing said with false concern.

Mo Qingyu shook her head slightly: "It's okay, the aftereffect of this wine is a bit strong, and I feel a little dizzy."

After saying that, she covered her mouth and stood up and ran to the side.

"She's not safe alone, I'd better go over and take a look." Little Beijing said righteously, but he was stopped by Ye Ran after taking two steps.

"What's wrong?" Little Beijing asked puzzledly.

Ye Ran took out a small porcelain bottle from his bag and raised his eyebrows, saying, "I think you should know what you are doing. Even if she is born with a good appearance, it cannot change the fact that she is an evil cultivator."

"The toxins in my medicine will not penetrate the epidermis. You can find a chance to apply this thing on your second brother. It is also a guarantee. Otherwise, if something happens to you, we will not be able to save you in time."

Little Beijing also knew the interests involved, but his nature was like this. It was impossible for him to change. After a little thought, he took the porcelain bottle.

After explaining, Ye Ran returned to the campfire. In fact, everyone sitting there knew what would happen to the two people. Everyone just knew it.

After a long time, the evil old Taoist couldn't stand the alcohol, chatted for a few more words, and then found a place to lie down.

This old man and Mo Qingyu also met by chance. There was no friendship at all. They just happened to meet and decided to form a temporary team.

"Boss Ye, what do you think of the champion?"

It was late at night, and the sleepless wolf brought up a topic.

Ye Ran smoked silently, and after a while he responded: "He's a tough guy, but only slightly tough."

"For most evil cultivators, the champion's strength is top-notch, and only a few can defeat him. He is indeed very strong."

"But these are not what I care about."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Do you think there is some conspiracy in these cultivators' congresses?"

Yelang took up the conversation. He had never participated in the evil cultivator congress, but he had heard a lot of rumors.

The famous and upright sects also hold a Yin-Yang grand meeting every three years, but at the same time as the evil cultivator congress.

That is to say, the evil cultivator congress is about to start, and the Yin-Yang grand meeting is also being prepared.

People from both the righteous and evil ways are heading to their respective holy places.

He has been to the Yin-Yang grand meeting several times, but he can't understand the tricks. The most important thing is that most of the time they are introducing their own disciples, forces, etc.

It is just a large-scale comparison event, which is very boring.

But the evil cultivator congress is different. It is said that it is very pure. The only rule is fists, and there is no comparison.

Even if you rank very high on the evil cultivation rankings, you can't escape the challenge of others.

If you win, your ranking will rise. While your popularity will increase, it will also bring you great convenience, honor, wealth, and various resources.

If you lose, you will lose your life. Once a challenge is launched, there are only two results.

Either live or die, no one will be merciful and let you go.

"I don't know either."

Ye Ran raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, saying lightly: "The champion has disappeared for a long time. It is impossible for him to make a high-profile comeback for no reason. The connection is hard to guess."

"But I am sure that this evil cultivation conference will never be as simple as in previous years. We have to be careful."

"If you really encounter unavoidable troubles, you two don't need to worry, I will kill them myself."

As soon as the voice fell, a fierce light flashed in Ye Ran's eyes.

In such a ruleless area, even if you kill hundreds of people, you will not be spurned by anyone.

In the eyes of the righteous, evil cultivators are a bunch of cancer, the more they die, the better.

In the eyes of the Yin-Yang Association, they are even more eager to see evil cultivators kill each other, even if they all die, they will not care.

The definition of evil cultivators in this world is a bunch of scum.

Wild Wolf said no more, and let Ye Ran go to rest first, and come back to take over in the second half of the night.

I don’t know how long it took before Xiao Beijing appeared from the shadows with a comfortable look.

Mo Qingyu followed beside him with a flushed face, and stayed with Xiao Beijing for a while before going back to lie down.

Wild Wolf glanced at him and sighed: "If you don’t change this bad habit, you may die in the future."

Xiao Beijing really didn’t care, shrugged and responded: "It’s not that serious, and what’s more, with Boss Ye here, what am I afraid of, Mr. Jin?"

"You know, Boss Ye is..."

"What is it?"

"Keep talking, and see if Boss Ye will get up and beat you."

Wild Wolf subconsciously moved his eyes to Ye Ran, and then turned his eyes back to Xiao Beijing.

"Hehe, Mr. Jin, I'm just in a momentary mood, don't pay attention to the details." Little Beijing lowered his voice and sat aside with a smile.

Perhaps he was too bored, or the alcohol had not yet completely evaporated.

I only heard Little Beijing look up and sigh: "Tell me, how can someone not like fame? If it were me, it would have been known to the world long ago. Everyone respects and fears you, isn't it good?"

The wolf frowned and said: "People think that fame will bring unnecessary trouble, but you are different, you just want to show off."

Little Beijing rolled his eyes immediately, snorted, and lay down to sleep.

...

With the arrival of dawn, the temperature of the Death Desert rose again.

Everyone got up early and prepared to go on their way, trying to walk an extra distance before the temperature reached its highest point.

The man named Mo Qingyu actually rode on a camel with Little Beijing, and the two of them were very passionate.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into me, but after one night I fell in love with little Beijing.

As for the evil old Taoist, of course there was no camel for him to ride on, so he could only walk ahead with his baggage on his back.

In fact, it was easy for Ye Ran to guess why Mo Qingyu became like this.

Because this guy from Little Beijing is rich.

Super rich!

Not only that, but the old man in his family also has power.

But because his status is too special, his name cannot be mentioned outside.

But both Ye Lang and Ye Ran knew that the old man in Little Beijing had great power.

Those who practice evil cultivators, except for those who are mentally ill and simply like killing people, enter this profession, most of them do it for money.

If you can be with a rich man, you won't need to wander on the edge of danger in the future.

But judging from Ye Ran's understanding of Little Beijing, that guy is a pure scumbag. He is probably just a bit fresh now and will have to be kicked out over time.

"Boss Ye, look ahead!"

The wild wolf's expression suddenly changed, he pointed to the right and roared.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, all shocked.

On the right hand side, the sky is full of yellow sand, gradually approaching them.

"Sandstorm?" Little Beijing's heart skipped a beat.

Mo Qingyu's beautiful eyes gathered slightly, and the sandstorm gradually expanded and analyzed in his pupils.

"Sandworm storm."

"It's a sandworm storm, hurry up!"

Pulling his gaze back, Mo Qingyu was even more frightened. The sandworm storm was several times more terrifying than the sandstorm.

The picture flashed in Little Beijing's mind, and he immediately ran out with the camel.

"What is a sandworm storm?" The wild wolf turned back sharply.

Little Beijing yelled: "Why do you care so much? Run away!"

"According to ancient books, there is a special kind of social bug in the Death Desert. It looks like a flea and likes to eat raw meat."

"Whenever you come out to look for food, there will be a strange phenomenon of sandstorms. Once you are involved in it, you will be eaten into a pile of bones by them in an instant!"

As soon as he finished explaining, Ye Ran ran out long ago.

"Damn it, you are so dishonest!" Little Beijing also sped up.

After hearing this explanation, the wild wolf didn't dare to stay longer. He waved the whip in his hand and beat the camel violently.

All four of them ran away, but Xie Laodao was walking behind them.

"Oh, you guys give me a lift, I don't have a camel!"

"Wait for me!"

Xie Laodao was so frightened that his hat flew away, and he moved his legs as hard as he could, but the place was full of soft sand, so he couldn't speed up at all.

Now he only hates his parents for not giving him two more legs.

"Fellow Taoist, save me!" Old Taoist Evil shouted while running.

Unfortunately, his speed was too slow, and the sandstorm swept over him in the blink of an eye.

In just an instant, Xie Laodao's figure was covered by the swarm of insects, and the skin and flesh on his body began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, a living person was completely reduced to bones. He was pushed forward by the sandstorm for two steps and then fell down.

The Desert of Death is extremely dangerous. Without a suitable vehicle, even escaping will become a luxury if you are unlucky.

Just to save those ten copper coins, it ended up like this, which makes people sigh.

Little Beijing hurriedly hurriedly caught up with Ye Ran, and finally caught up with Ye Ran. He stepped forward with a whip and shouted: "Boss Ye, don't you have a lot of bugs? Bring a few insect kings out to top them!"

Ye Ran turned around speechlessly and shouted: "Do you think the Insect King is just Chinese cabbage? How can I have so many?"

"The bugs behind here have been hungry for a long time. I'm afraid even if the bug king takes it out, they will be eaten by them!"

"What should we do?"

"I remember that there are records in the literature that this kind of insect is most afraid of water, but there is no water in this desert!"

Little Beijing was so flustered that he didn't want to turn into a pile of bones.

Ye Ran was also at a loss. At first glance, his field of vision was full of sand. Where could he find a lot of water?

"Evil Town, we can go to Evil Town to take shelter!" Mo Qingyu said loudly, his mind spinning rapidly.

"Wicked Town..." Ye Ran lowered his head and murmured. He didn't remember such a place. Could it be that he hadn't set foot in the Desert of Death for too long and the news was lagging behind?

"Believe me!"

Seeing Ye Ran's delay in responding in front of him, Mo Qingyu continued to roar.

She is not stupid, she can see that the dominant one among these three grown men is the one in front of her.

"lead the way!"

There was no room for Ye Ran to hesitate now, as the speed of the sandstorm was obviously faster than before.

Little Beijing waved the whip in his hand and accelerated to the front to take the lead.

The wild wolf's face looked strange at this moment. He raised his palm and slapped his neck violently. There was actually a group of insect corpses in his palm.