Rumble
Thunder rumbled, lightning danced in the sky like a silver dragon, and bean-sized raindrops were dense and rapid!
Violent winds and torrential rain, sand and stones flew, covering the entire land.
In the dark night.
The pitch-black surroundings began to become ferocious.
Such a strange weather was truly a once-in-a-hundred-years event for the outside world, but for the thousand-mile red cliff, especially in the depths of the Red Cliff, it could be said to be a common occurrence.
Such a strange weather was experienced almost every day here, and it also repeated itself.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion was heard, and then lightning fell. A flash of lightning instantly lit up half of the sky and earth in the surroundings.
Meanwhile, through a flash of light, three pitch-black figures slowly walked out of the darkness.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
The three people who were wrapped in the spiritual energy shield looked unusually calm, as if they had long been accustomed to the terrible scene in front of them.
Walking at the front was a middle-aged man dressed in flowery clothes. He walked as if he was walking on flat ground in the rainy night, and at the same time, he raised the shiny wine gourd in his hand and took a few sips, looking very pleased with himself.
Behind him was a thin figure in a black robe. His body was as thin as a withered twig. People could not help but worry that he would be blown away by the strong wind in the next moment. However, he still gritted his teeth and continued to wreak havoc in the wind and rain, his gaze was firm and full of ruthlessness.
The person at the very back was a Taoist priest with a white beard and hair. However, at this moment, he was no longer as calm and composed as he usually was. This was because he did not know how long he had walked in this harsh environment. He was already injured and had spent a lot of spiritual power to condense a protective barrier, his body condition became worse and worse, and even his steps became disorderly.
He could only rush forward one foot at a time, trying not to let the two people in front of him out of his sight.
Because he knew that without the protection of the middle-aged man in flowery clothes, he would not be able to walk out of this vast Gobi Desert. He was afraid that he would not even be able to survive the night.
However, he soon lost his strength. The spiritual power in his body had reached its limit. He took a few more steps forward and finally slowly fell on the wet sand.
Just as he was about to faint, a voice full of vicissitudes of life was heard.
“If it’s possible, then you should persevere. We are almost there.”
“Although I can bring you there, if you rely on yourself, you’ll obtain unexpected benefits.”
Hearing this, the Daoist priest stood up.
In the pitch-black night, lightning flashed from time to time. In the white-haired Daoist’s line of sight, the figure in flowery clothes at the front had stopped, as if waiting for him to catch up.
Thinking of the words that the man in flowery clothes had just said, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to step forward.
One step, two steps, running..
Every time he took a step forward, the two people in front would also take a step forward. When he stopped and gasped for breath, the two figures also stopped.
The white-haired Daoist was a famous cultivator on the eastern wastelands list. At his current position, he naturally had a lot of tenacity and unyielding spirit.
Just like that, he took one step at a time and finally caught up with the footsteps of the two people in front of him.
As the old saying goes, although a traveler is slow, his heart will always have a destination!
This saying meant that no matter how slow a person walked, as long as he was still walking and had a destination in mind, one day, he would reach the important point that belonged to him.
Not long after, a strange thing happened.
The three of them walked forward for about ten steps or so, and the scenery around them suddenly changed. The violent storm disappeared, and was replaced by a cloudless sky. The vast Gobi Desert also disappeared, what appeared in front of them was a grassy field, and in the middle of the grassy field, a blue lake appeared.
At this moment, the white-haired Daoist finally understood what the middle-aged man in flowery clothes had said about the harvest.
Spiritual energy surged from all directions, washing his body and mind like a spring. The spiritual energy in his body, which was almost dried up, was actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With a puchi sound, the recovered spiritual energy soared again, breaking through the barrier of his cultivation in an instant and stepping into the realm of Ascension.
Another thin figure was also experiencing the same strange transformation.
His originally withered body slowly became filled up. A series of crackling sounds could be heard, and a moment later, he returned to his normal appearance.
He walked to the lakeside and slowly lifted the cloak on his head. A face with sharp edges and a faint imperial majesty appeared on the surface of the lake.
He reached out to touch his face, and the Viciousness and dejection in his eyes gradually dissipated.
“Alright, I said that I have a way to make you recover, so I will definitely do it.”
“Now, are the two of you satisfied?”
As soon as he finished speaking, wine sword immortal shook the wine gourd and put it to his ear to listen. It seemed that he had always liked to hear the sound of the wine knocking against each other.
Hearing Wine Sword Immortal’s words, the two people who were still in disbelief before flashed and appeared in front of him.
Almost at the same time, the two of them bowed deeply to him.
“Thank you, Senior Sword Immortal, for your help. I, Mo Shenghong, AM eternally grateful. At this moment, I have no worries in my heart. I am willing to work together with you to achieve great things!”
“Supreme One Clearwater sect. Sect Master Yin Buping Thanks Senior Sword Immortal for Your Kindness in remaking us. I will never forget your great kindness. I, Yin buping, will never say anything else to you, senior.”
It was not difficult to determine their identities from their appearance, Aura, and words just now.
However, what made people speechless was that the two people in front of them were well-known existences in the eastern wastelands. Moreover, they were leaders above tens of thousands of people under one person.
One was the sect master of Clearwater sect, Yin buping, and the other was the former emperor of Dafeng dynasty, Mo Shenghong. Either one of them would cause a sensation if they were to be brought out.
However, it was these two people who had been in high positions for a long time that were actually so respectful to an old drunkard with a stubble beard.
It really made people dumbfounded!
“Well! At least you still have some conscience.”
Wine Sword Immortal suddenly nodded his head, as if he was very satisfied with the performance of the two people.
At that time, he pretended to be arrested, but in fact, it was just to sneak into the forces of the demon race, intending to find out the background of the demon race.
This time, he also ran into many cultivators who had been captured by the demon race using various means in the dungeon. These two were one of them.
He happened to run into a cultivator who could be considered passable, so he casually saved him. However, in order not to alert the enemy in advance, wine sword immortal did not save all the prisoners held by the demon race. Instead, he waited for a perfect opportunity.
The appearance of the demon king that time was what he called the opportunity to attack.
However, when they turned around, the demons were already gone.
The original group of human experts also disappeared!
Therefore, wine sword immortal took the two of them on the journey to find the whereabouts of the demons.
Yin buping was killed by the villain and deeply felt the terror of the demons. When he heard that wine sword immortal wanted to find the whereabouts of the demons, as the leader of the righteous path sect, he naturally could not shirk his responsibility.
And Mo Shenghong’s trip was only for two words: Revenge!
