Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and One - The Sunshine That Hits the Painting

The next day, Xu Yan stood beside Xu Shichang's bed, staring at him helplessly.

Xu Shichang was still asleep, snoring loudly.

This time, Xu Shichang, who had slept for a day and a night, still showed no sign of getting up. If it wasn't for the fact that the third senior brother had a superhuman body, Xu Yan would start to worry about whether something went wrong. After a long time, Xu Yan sighed: "It seems that I still have to make my own way."

Xu Yan shook his head and walked out of the room, closing the door.

Just the moment the room was closed, Xu Shichang's eyes suddenly opened. However, the snoring from his nose and mouth was still there, and it was not until Xu Yan was confirmed that Xu Shichang showed a smile on his face: "Don't blame me, little brother, it's just according to tradition."

After speaking, his mountain-like figure disappeared in place.

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A young man with flying black hair and bare feet. Even though he was walking on the hot yellow sand, he still didn't change his face. Step by step toward the west, with a clear goal.

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A group of people walked out of the city very fast.

One of them was sitting on the carriage, closing his eyes and resting.

Holding a dark, ordinary bead in the palm of his right hand, he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Xu Yan walked with great strides. He seemed to be walking casually, but he was actually very fast.

Four years later, his physical tyranny still remains. Although it failed to break through the boundaries, it was also solid. As he walked, a rolling salon rolled up. But he slowly stopped, looking at the scene in front of him, shocked and speechless.

The picture in front of him was too majestic, making him unable to control himself.

I saw a space full of yellow sand to the sky. Under the sunlight like a flame, a huge scarlet wall exists here, spanning between the sky and the earth.

It looks like a giant umbrella lying flat on the ground, and like a shield to block the fire, more like a high wall standing in this yellow sand world.

Hundreds of meters high, the red giant wall that almost covered the sky was even more majestic than most of the giant mountains Xu Yan had ever seen. What made Xu Yan feel even more heartbroken was the tiny pattern on the giant red wall. The patterns are extremely thin, and at first glance, they look like densely packed tadpoles, which makes people want to vomit.

Although it was swallowed up by the wind and sand, one could still imagine what kind of powerful patterns were engraved on this huge red wall thousands of years ago!

Just when Xu Yan looked at the giant scarlet wall and was so shocked that he couldn't help himself, a voice suddenly sounded: "Who are you!? Boy, today's Chibi is not allowed to enter! Leave quickly, or don't blame grandpa for being ruthless!"

Xu Yan pulled away from the shock and looked to the side.

I saw two people emerging from the wind and sand in the sky. Xu Yandingqing noticed that there were countless small sand pits here. It is conceivable that these sand pits are the passages leading to the forbidden areas of the Chibi Desert. It appears that these two men emerged from these bunkers.

The two looked about forty years old, and their cultivation was only in the first palace. Although the strength is not high, it is not bad in such a desert area.

"Who are you? I've never heard that there are no entry regulations in the forbidden area of ​​​​Chibi." Xu Yan asked directly without fear.

"Hahaha! Such an arrogant boy!" The two laughed instead of anger, and one of them had a grim look on his face: "I know that you are from a great sect, or disciples of aristocratic families, and naturally look down on us wild roadsters."

"But this is Xi Mo, you little babies, I don't know how many I killed."

The man took out the single knife from his waist and licked it lightly, with a fierce expression on his face: "Let's go together..."

When he looked at the companion beside him, he found that the companion had disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xu Yan again. Xu Yan stretched out his finger and pointed behind him.

He looked subconsciously, and saw that the companion had fallen on the ground behind him, unconscious, and his life and death were uncertain. The next moment he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and he also fainted in the dark.

"You really dare to turn around." Xu Yan sighed a little. Could it be that these minions are simple-minded? He walked with great strides, and without hesitation jumped into one of the potholes and disappeared.

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It's hard to imagine that under such a hot desert, there are actually dark and cold corridors.

There is no heat from above, but instead a shady, eerie coolness.

This is the great sect from a thousand years ago, and after a thousand years, there will be no one.

Although this is a place of experience, why is it not a huge tomb?

It's just that buried in this tomb is a behemoth from a thousand years ago, a sect that once stood at the top of the world.

A figure walked silently, landing silently.

The wild black hair slowly fluttered as he walked.

He was all black, with a black vest, black pants, black pupils and black hair. Walking in the shadows seemed to be one with the shadows. Only if you look closely, you can see his bare feet with a little blood.

Maybe he encountered someone blocking the way before entering the corridor, and then he killed him without hesitation.

After a long time, he seemed a little tired from walking.

He came to a side room.

Maybe it's because it's hidden under the desert, or because it's protected by a formation. There is no ubiquitous sand here, but it is very clean. He took out the fire book, took out some dry wood through the space magic tool, and even started firewood here.

The firewood was very warm, illuminating his face as if it was shrouded in darkness.

He tilted his head and thought.

He realized that he was hungry, and then he took out a chicken that had been plucked from the space instrument and set it on the firewood and burned it.

These pictures are very ordinary, ordinary.

When you are tired, you put up firewood, and when you are hungry, you burn game.

But when these ordinary pictures appear in a large tomb that has been abandoned for thousands of years, it becomes quite strange.

It was so silent that the needle fell on the ground and could be heard clearly. Only the oil from the roasted chicken fell on the firewood and made the pleasant sizzling sound. In less than a moment, footsteps sounded.

The black-haired youth turned his back to the door in the side room, as if he didn't realize that an uninvited guest was behind him.

He just looked at the roast chicken in front of him attentively, as if it was an attractive food.

Behind him, a person with a sword in his hand came with a tattoo of the Imperial Palace. The light of the long sword in his hand is flowing, and it is obviously a first-order sword!

This is the world of cultivators, but at the same time there are many cultivators. There are as many as pigs and dogs who are nameless cultivators with only one palace. But it is very rare to have a first-order tattooed soldier.

This person is in the top ten in strength under Kuangsha Dao Li Kuang. More importantly, he was good at assassination, often living in the shadows, and made a lot of contributions for Li Kuang. This dispatch is no trivial matter, and he is naturally included.

When he saw such a strange young man roasting chicken in the middle, although he felt strange, he did not hesitate to kill him with the sword. This shadowed space did not make him uncomfortable, but made him feel like a duck in water.

Perhaps because he was too used to the night, he didn't keep the young man's black hair flying up at some point.

The youth's black hair blends with the darkness, like black smoke that is constantly boiling, and like a ghost who has died in this large tomb for thousands of years.

The sword-wielding man didn't know that as long as he took another step forward, he would be hit by a crazy and terrible blow.

He still enjoys the feeling of being at ease in the dark.

But at this moment, a ray of sunlight slammed into this eerie painting.