If you mess with the devil, it's over!

After confirming the route, the Chipeng chariot, which had been stopped for a long time, set off again, with the goal of Guhuang Duanfeng City.

Although this trip to the ancient wilderness took a long time, nothing unpleasant happened on the way, and everything seemed very peaceful.

Of course, it could also be that he was lucky and didn't encounter any unsightly people looking for trouble. After all, Qi Lan's chariot was still very luxurious, not to say majestic, but it was also extremely high-profile.

Passing through the boundless Gobi desert, looking down from the carriage, you can occasionally see some towns, pedestrians, and even some small villages and isolated desert tribes passing by.

These tribes seem to be living a simple life of resting at sunset and working at sunrise, escaping from worldly disputes and continuing from generation to generation.

boom -

At three quarters of noon, a thunder suddenly sounded from the sky. This loud noise shocked Yu Xi, who was still lazily lying on the futon and playing the guqin. His slender fingers stopped playing the strings, and a pair of charming autumn eyes Look straight into the distance.

In the distant sky, the mountains are connected, and the black clouds are covering the dome, squeezing the dome, and lightning strikes straight down like a thunderous thunder, as if to split the falling black weight in half.

But after a while, there was only the sound of muffled thunder, and dense black clouds seemed to cover everything. Along with the explosions of thunder, fierce lightning split the black clouds, but in an instant they returned to their original appearance. , covering the clouds and the sun.

"Is it going to rain?" Yu Xi looked into the distance, and then at the scorching sun hanging high above his head. He said it was raining, but it was only that patch of sky, and the sky where he was was still clear.

It's like there's something going through the catastrophe ahead.

"Master Wife, should we wait?" Yu Xi stood up and walked slowly to Qi Lan. The woman still looked as if she had been overwhelmed by the collapse of the mountain. Her face remained unchanged, her hands behind her back, despite the oncoming blow. The breeze blew up the robe, and the white clothes fluttered.

There was no change in the face of the woman Juyi. She kept looking into the distance, holding the somewhat frightened Xiao Lanyu in her arms.

"No need." A faint smile appeared on Qi Lan's stern face, and he hugged the beauty in front of him.

Yu Xi did not resist, but let her hug him and leaned into her arms.

"Your Highness, someone has attacked the ten postures and turned into a master." Mr. Zhao's slightly solemn voice sounded in Qi Lan's ears.

Mr. Zhao is now at the peak of the Nine Styles, or she has been at the peak of the Nine Styles for many years. It is not that she is unwilling to step into these ten styles, but she has never been able to find an opportunity and cannot step in at all. Even if she touches the threshold, she wants to attack these ten styles. The ten postures can be said to be a narrow escape from death, unless one can rely on powerful external objects to protect the soul from being killed by the powerful thunder.

Entering the Ten Styles, this is a huge gap. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is completely transformed.

Elder Zhao did not expect that as soon as she stepped into the ancient wasteland, she would already meet a monk who was attacking the ten styles, so she was very worried. Her own strength was definitely not enough in the ancient wasteland, and she could not guarantee the safety of His Highness at all.

Qi Lan stared straight into the distance without saying anything. This realm is indeed very harsh. It is the realm that all monks pursue throughout their lives. Unfortunately, only a few can achieve it. The monks who have fallen into this realm have also fallen. Quite a few.

I recall that back then, my mother relied on the style of the Jin Dynasty to attack this stage. Although the attack was successful in the end, the last thunder also damaged her foundation. Her cultivation level will always stay at the peak of the ten movements, and she will never make any progress. Maybe, there is no chance of becoming an immortal in this life.

Juyi looked at this familiar scene and recalled the scene where she attacked the Ten Styles in Thunder Valley. Back then, she relied on the way of runes to wash herself with the remaining thunder in Thunder Valley, and then resisted the Tribulation Heaven. The impact of thunder.

The black clouds ahead covered the sky, and the vision of thunder from the sky continued for three days and three nights. No matter how stupid I was in the past, I had never seen the scene of someone crossing the tribulation and guessed that it was someone crossing the tribulation.

When the sky was clear and the weather was clear, Qi Lan and others happened to arrive at Duanfeng City, and the time was just right.

Duanfeng City has a very tall city wall. The tall city wall is like an iron bar. The hundred-meter-high city wall stands on both sides of the road, as if it separates the two places. The ancient scratches on the city wall are on It tells that it has a long history of standing in the world.

The sky was bright, and wisps of sunlight shone through the clouds, illuminating the mottled city wall. The two city gates were thick and tall, like a giant beast with its mouth open, devouring everything that entered the city.

Standing on a high place, Yu Xi's coquettish and cold eyes were flashing with a cold light like ice mist. He looked at the pedestrians below who were whispering to each other. Obviously, many people were still frightened by the vision of these three days and nights.

He really wanted to know whether the person who was trying to overcome the tribulation had succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, but maybe no one would tell him the answer.

The Chipeng chariot is far away from the city gate, and Qi Lan will not attract too many people's attention like he is ostentatiously walking through the city, but even so, he still attracted the attention of some monks in the city.

"My wife, it seems someone is coming."

Whizzing--

As soon as Yu Xi finished speaking, he saw a dozen women coming out of the air. These women were all dressed in the same uniform, wearing purple brocade clothes and black light armor. Each of them held a long spear in their hand and hung a spear on their waist. A scimitar with a murderous aura.

The leader was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, wearing a white brocade dress, silver light armor, and a purple robe. Her long hair was simply tied up with a hair rope and held behind her back. She had a pair of piercing eyes. And indifferent, like a warrior on the battlefield.

"Who are you looking for?" The woman's voice was cold, and her eyes full of solemnity looked at Qi Lan and others with contempt.

"Leave quickly. Outsiders are not welcome in Duanfeng City today, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"

"General's Mansion..." Ju Yi recognized the identities of these people at a glance. They were really Duanfeng City. This General's Mansion did not belong to any one force, but belonged to a sect formed under the mutual constraints of the major forces. For Many major forces in this sect turn a blind eye. To be precise, this force is a combination of the four major forces: Manggu, Baichao, Fuku, and Dangdaozhong.

Because these four major sects all wanted to bring Duanfeng City under their own influence, but no matter what, they could not dominate each other. Under mutual constraints, each force sent their disciples one after another, thus combining to form the General's Mansion.

It can be said that this general's mansion is the biological son cultivated by the four major forces.

If the local forces from Ancient Wasteland came and did not cause trouble or affect their interests, the General's Office would not care about it, but Qi Lan was an outsider.

Forget it in normal times, Qi Lan and others happened to encounter the general's mansion. It was a time when the old general had just passed through the disaster and he didn't know whether to live or die, and people were in panic.