Heaven Defying Dark Empress

In the vast and boundless yellow sand desert, there are countless oases. Just a random area can stretch for thousands of miles. If it is a mortal, it will not be crossed in its entire life. Even a monk, it will take several years.

Under this yellow sand desert, Tomb Raider is buried with countless treasures, and also hides some secrets of immortals and demons from ancient times. This is one of the reasons why the major immortal sects of the human race are the most prosperous.

And on this land, there are countless fairy gates, rising and falling over time, but there are only a dozen of the top first-class forces.

Seven Ancients, Four Schools, Three Schools, One Palace!

All of these dozens of forces have a history of millions of years.

There are even some from the period of the ancient saints, such as the Yao Palace referred to by Yigong, which has a great relationship with the Holy Mother Wa, and for example, the Ji family, one of the seven ancient surnames, is a descendant of the emperor Fuxi!

Among these forces, Zi Yan Daoist has nearly a thousand people, and Dao Tribulation period has hundreds of people, and the talented disciples are like crucian carp crossing the river.

Sons of emperors and daughters of emperors, sons of the Tao and saints, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

Looking down from the universe, the vast and endless land is dotted with verdant greenery, one point at five steps, one continent at ten steps, occupying an extremely important part of the vast immortal land.

This is the wasteland of the Northern Desert!

The heyday of human monks!

There is a small oasis, which is as small as dust on this vast land, and can be almost completely ignored. There is only one small town, and there is only one inn in the town. Almost no one set foot, but three or five people.

But today, the inn is extremely lively.

People come and go, and there are no empty seats.

Moreover, most of them are monks!

"Boss, have a pot of tea!"

"Okay, wait a minute—"

The mortals living in this remote town have never seen such a battle, and they fled away early. Only the owner and the clerk of this inn can't escape, and they are too busy inside and out.

However, many monks have almost passed the opening period of bigu, and almost do not need to buy grains and grains. They seem to come here to rest and live temporarily, and they seem to be waiting for something.

In a rather good place by the window, there is a young gentleman sitting.

He was wearing a bamboo green robe, his side face was cold and handsome, and the arcs of his facial features were impeccably perfect, as if they were crafted by heavenly hands and carefully crafted.

Holding a small cup of tea, he sat by the window with a calm posture.

"Little brother, is there no one next to you?" Suddenly a wretched man walked up to the young man in a bamboo green robe, rubbing his hands while swallowing, and looked at the handsome man.

The little boy hummed, "No one."

"Then you don't mind sharing the table." The wretched man didn't wait for the young man to agree, he just sat down, sat carelessly beside the young man, and leaned hard against him.

"Where did this fellow daoist come from?" The big man smiled enthusiastically, but there was an obscene glint in his eyes, "I see that you look very strange, and you are alone, not like the ones in this film. Monk."

The little boy frowned, and slowly turned his face looking out of the window.

Who is this person, not Mu Tianyin?

After nearly two months, after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, Mu Tianyin came to the small town of Linshui in the wasteland of the Northern Desert. Seeing the excitement here, she just came here.

Where there are a lot of people, news usually circulates faster.

When she first arrived here, she naturally wanted to quickly integrate into the environment here.

And Mu Tianyin dresses up in men's clothing, one is for convenience, and the most important thing is to avoid the eyes and ears of the Ji family.

Because of Ji Minghua, and the family treasure of the Ji family, whether overtly or secretly, Ji Xuan must have sent many people to look for Mu Tianyin's traces. She has come to Beihuang and their territory again, so she must be more careful.

It's just that she didn't expect that even though Mu Tianyin was dressed as a man, she still got bad luck.

Mu Tianyin only glanced at the big man lightly, her red lips curled slightly coolly.

She ignored it, and turned around silently.

"Hey——" Da Han suddenly became dissatisfied, and his tone suddenly rose, but Chao Mu Tianyin got closer and closer, "I said, you little brother, why are you so impolite? I'm talking to you!"

Many people around saw the situation here, but each had their own business and talked about their own topics. They turned a blind eye and seemed not to be prepared to intervene to help. After all, such things are too common and no one can control them.

I bumped into it, and I thought I was unlucky!

It's just pity for such a handsome young man, but it's no wonder, he's so handsome that even men can't help being tempted, but it's okay, what are you doing in such a messy place alone?

Mu Tianyin felt a little helpless and put down the teacup in her hand.

"It's in your interest to play with me, big brother." The wretched man looked at Mu Tianyin almost drooling.

He kept groping with his salty pig's hand, and reached out to Mu Tianyin, "Brother, it's your honor for me to talk to you, you don't know how to flatter, do you know that I am, ah—"

The words that hadn't been finished yet ended with a cry of pain.

"what's the situation?"

People around looked over.

Mu Tianyin clasped the hand touching her shoulder, stood up slowly, her eyes were as cold as ice.

"Ah - ah - let go! Let me go!" The wretched man felt that his wrist was about to break, and under the restraint of the other party, he couldn't use his spiritual energy at all, he could only scream in pain.

Mu Tianyin looked at him coldly, "Isn't that just talking to you? What the hell are you talking about?"

The surrounding monks saw this situation, and exchanged glances with their companions one after another, keeping their secrets secret.

Mistaking a tiger for a white rabbit seems to be kicking the nail!

That bald man should be a Dao Slayer cultivator, but was completely restrained by a yellow-haired boy with one hand, unable to use any spiritual power. Could it be that the boy is a Ziyan real person?

If it is true, he must be a disciple of the great clan!

"Damn brat, if you don't let me go again, I will make you die an ugly death!" The fat-faced, wretched man gritted his teeth and threatened, his face turned pale from the pain, and his whole body trembled.