After Lin Ruofeng reined in his incomparably powerful sword qi, he followed Lin Feng out of the shade of the sacred tree in the ancient city of Loulan.

The monks who were observing the situation around were suddenly amazed, because they had only gone to the sacred tree to cultivate yesterday and had left only one day later.

In their opinion, Lin Feng and Lin Ruofeng's aura was very strong, and they were not like people with very poor talents, how could they not want to stay under the holy tree for longer?

Lin Feng flipped his hand and took out the soul contract scroll from the storage bag, and when the golden light flickered, he summoned the silver Jiao. The two of them stood on the back of the silver jiao, and then took off into the air and flew rapidly in the ancient city of Loulan.

Some of the patrolling guards saw Yinjiao carrying two masters in a flash, and hurriedly chased after them, but they couldn't reach them.

Lin Feng did not say goodbye to the head of Loulan Ancient City, because for such a master, anything in any form is nothing, and he can only keep his kindness in his heart and try to repay it in the future.

Leaving the tree-lined ancient city of Loulan, he was in the vast western wilderness.

Lin Feng flipped over and took out the map jade slip from the storage bag, which recorded the specific location of the Heavenly Wolf Sect in front of him. There is no reference in the desert, but it is easy to determine the direction based on the position of the sun.

The Heavenly Wolf Sect, one of the Nine Great Immortal Dao Sects, was in the east of the Barbaric Desert, and Lin Feng asked the Silver Jiao to fly as high as possible, so that the field of vision would be broader, and once the building was found, it would be clear. And there is a protective air shield, so you won't feel the heat.

As for the silver jiao, the golden scales on its body have a strong heat resistance, and it growls and accelerates, and it looks a little cheerful.

Soon after, a small castle with gravel appeared in front of it, like a village. Counting it, this place is already very close to the Heavenly Wolf Sect. So Lin Feng planned to go in and take a look.

There were nearly a hundred monks inside, as well as a few ordinary people and children, who must have passed through this place and rested in the castle.

Outside, there is an endless desert, the sun is in the sky, and the scorching waves are rolling. The space is a little distorted. In this castle, however, there is the coolness of late autumn, which is quite refreshing.

There are quaint and elegant stone tables and stools, and the people gathered here are drinking and eating, which is very pleasant.

"It's a really good place, if we find out sooner, we can have a good rest. Lin Ruofeng smiled leisurely.

"I think of an ancient poem, the scorching sun is like a fire, and the fields and rice are half scorched. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince shakes the fan. Lin Feng read the poems of his hometown that he suddenly remembered.

This poem is not difficult. It is said that in the middle of summer, the rice is almost scorched, and the farmer's heart is boiling in hot water, while the prince is comfortably shaking his fan in a cool place.

What he said caught the attention of the other monks in the castle.

Most of the monks glared angrily, because these people were all dressed in fine clothes, and they were all people of great status. Listening to Lin Feng's poem, there was a mockery of them, of course he was not happy, but none of them dared to stand out. After all, Lin Feng and Lin Ruofeng are very strong.

No matter how much you restrain your aura, the momentum of the strong will not change. This is something that has been formed over time.

Therefore, these people were very wise to continue to talk, laugh and drink, and ignore Lin Feng.

"Shopkeeper, cut two catties of cooked beef, and bring two jars of spirits. Lin Feng said boldly.

Soon, Xiao Er cut the cooked beef and put it on two large plates. Along with the jar of spirits, it was mentioned.

Lin Feng originally said cooked beef casually, but he didn't expect it to really exist in this big desert. He took a piece with his chopsticks and tasted it, it was not ordinary beef, but the meat of a flame rhinoceros, which contained strong flame energy. Only monks were allowed to eat the flesh of the flame rhinoceros.

If only ordinary people dared to try. It is estimated that the whole body will be burned by this fire energy and die. It's been a long time since I've been sitting at the table eating and drinking, and Lin Ruofeng is even more so, he has been concentrating on cultivation in the Broken Immortal Realm, not eating at all, just refining the residual immortal qi in the air.

"A sage in my hometown once said that a virtuous person would look very relaxed even if he ate simple food, drank some plain water, and slept with his head on his arm. Lin Feng smiled.

Lin Ruofeng asked curiously, "Why is this?"

"Because there are no superfluous distractions in the hearts of virtuous people, their bodies and minds are in a normal state, and they do things like flowing water. So I don't care about the external pleasures, but live a leisurely life. Lin Feng said.

"But we monks must continue to cultivate and struggle in the world, and cultivate against the sky, otherwise we will not be able to survive in this cultivation world where the weak eat the strong. Lin Ruofeng said.

Lin Feng raised his head and drank a large bowl of spirits, feeling the feeling of a knife scraping his throat, and said: "A real master will not care about the conditions of the outside world, in my hometown, the sage advocates self-cultivation first, and then calms the world." ”

Although Lin Ruofeng is very smart, he can't understand what Lin Feng said at all, because this is already a new concept, how to understand it?

Although the monks around him didn't come to look for trouble, they were still muttering, of course Lin Feng didn't care, he drank the liquor by himself, he was no longer the little monk who had a battle of will.

The inside of the castle was very arbitrary, and suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside, and the gate was suddenly pushed open.

There were a total of more than a hundred black-armored warriors, riding a horse and rushing in, the horse's original level was not high, but these horses in front of him had a strong netherworld aura. In particular, the black-armored warrior seemed to come from hell, holding a pitch-black spear and halberd in his hand, and the black light was swirling.

The monks in the castle looked over one after another, they looked a little dazed at this moment, but they quickly reacted, and someone screamed: "This is the Netherworld, let's run away!"

There was a person who coaxed, it can be said that one stone stirred up a thousand waves, there was a lot of chaos in the ancient castle, people rushed out one after another, and some of them hid under the table or under the counter, Lin Feng and Lin Ruofeng sat at the stone table and continued to drink.

The monks who ran at the front were like a swarm of bees, but they did not succeed in rushing out, and they were mercilessly slaughtered by the spears and halberds of the Nether warriors. The monks' resistance seemed so weak, their blades shattered, and blood splattered.

Screams resounded through the castle, and the cowardly people hiding inside were already trembling. In fact, Lin Feng estimated the strength of these Netherworld Martial Artists, and their combat power alone was not strong, and there were few of them who had reached the Jindan realm. As long as Lin Feng unleashed the Xuanyuan Sword Formation, or used the Rock Elephant Collapse Sky Collision Trick, he should have beaten them to the ground.

But Lin Feng didn't make a move, after all, these monks were not good people, they all glared at him angrily just now, and it was okay to let them fend for themselves now.

Those people didn't know if they had forgotten the two masters, Lin Feng and Lin Ruofeng, or if they had some backbone, they didn't look back for help. In the face of the Netherworld, it was futile to beg for mercy, and they rushed to kill despite the Qiē, only to be killed by the Netherworld Warrior in an instant.

The ones who survived in the castle were Lin Feng, Lin Ruofeng, the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, and those who were hiding under the table or counter.

The Nether Warriors had become more powerful with the breath of blood, and with a misty glow all around them, they rode their horses into the castle.

Lin Feng still raised his glass very indifferently and drank freely, Lin Ruofeng didn't look at this side at all, he was a strong man who came out of the broken fairyland, how could he care about such a small scene?

The Nether Warriors actually saw that they were not easy to mess with, so they ignored it, and waved the spear and halberd in their hands at the rest of the monks and ordinary people.

Those people were crying for help in a panic, they were desperate. The Netherworld is like a messenger from the underworld, harvesting the souls of living beings.

......A series of metal crashes sounded almost simultaneously, and then a thick-backed ghost-headed knife was seen piercing the edge of the wall.

The spears and halberds in the hands of all the Nether Warriors were shaken open, and they let out angry roars from the pain, like monsters roaring.

"Come out quickly, the hidden master, although we don't want to fight the master, but if you want to provoke, then we will not show mercy. The leader of the Nether Warrior said in a hoarse voice.

"It's not my hand, you have to see it clearly. Lin Feng spread his hands and smiled leisurely.

The Nether Warrior glanced at him, nodded silently, and then looked carefully in the castle, and finally found that there was another person who was calm and composed, that is, the treasurer of the castle.

"Now that you can see it, I have nothing to hide. You have gone too far to come to my castle and slaughter me and not let me do business. The old shopkeeper's fat body actually reached the opposite wall in a flash, and he reached out and pulled out a heavy thick-backed ghost head knife.

The old shopkeeper took a posture with a dancing knife, and the fiery red knife qi swirled around his body, and he scolded: "It's really the king of Hades who is easy to mess with, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with." Do you know that the Nether King was my junior brother?"

Lin Feng didn't know many things in the Western Savage Desert, presumably these Netherworld Warriors were actually human cultivators, because they had cultivated the secret art of the Demon Dao and put on such heavy black armor, they were like martial artists from hell.

The old shopkeeper looks very kind, eight feet tall, black and fat, about two hundred and fifty pounds, this thick-backed ghost head knife matches him very well, and he wields it vigorously.

"Could it be that you are Sun Tianba, the Sword King who retired sixty years ago?" asked the Netherworld Warrior in surprise.

"I can't imagine that sixty years later, there are still people in the desert who remember the name of the old man. Originally, I had decided not to shoot again, let alone kill, but if you have to make trouble, then the old man will only be ruthless with the knife. The old shopkeeper scolded in a deep voice.

There was a kind of silence in the ancient castle, and after a long while, the leader of the Nether Warriors suddenly sneered: "What if you are the senior brother of our Nether King? And your cultivation is a half-step transformation, so many of our good hands, can't we still kill you?"

"Don't be ashamed, today the old man will let you see what the sword cutting technique is!" the old shopkeeper Sun Tianba snorted. (To be continued......)