Chapter 85: Being Beaten by the Sect Spirit (1)

Long Yu walked into the yellow sand. The sun in the sky was strange. If you didn't know what the strangeness was, it would return an invisible breath. It felt very hot when it shone on Long Yu's body. The emperor under his feet showed a little invisible gas, like waves in the air.

This phenomenon made Long Yuxing feel an uncontrollable irritation, and the yellow sand under his feet was like a flame burning him. Long Yu felt an invisible fatigue in his body. There were many dark red rocks around him, and each rock was uneven. Long Yu also thought about taking a rest under the rocks, but he didn't dare to, for fear that he would be stuck to the rocks.

Long Yu walked into the yellow sand, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in front of him. Long Yu didn't know where the wind came from, nor where it blew to. Long Yu now had only one idea: to walk out of the rock forest and return to Ge Yan. Only Ge Yan could give him a sense of security.

The wind was blowing harder and harder, and Long Yu was almost shaken by the wind. His eyelids seemed to be fighting. Long Yu closed one eye and opened it immediately, feeling sleepy all the time. Long Yu pinched the flesh on his thigh, trying to use the pain in his body to awaken the function of the holy body.

The sound of wind hitting rocks came to my ears, like a lullaby. Long Yu walked slowly into the yellow sand rock forest, his consciousness was completely loose. You couldn't understand what Long Yu was thinking. He just came in to take a look at the terrain of the rock forest and got lost in it.

Long Yu fell to the ground, looking at the sun in the sky. It was already noon, and the sun was threatening. Long Yu did not dare to look directly at the sun in the sky. It was as if he had a mysterious compromise with the sun in his heart.

Long Yu closed his eyes and the sun shone on his eyelids, his eyes were dark red. The wind in the air became stronger, and a burning pain came from his face. Long Yu was awakened by the pain, and he was not sleepy at all.

Long Yu stood up, and the surrounding Huang Shao kept flying up as if to cover Long Yu's hungry body at any time. A strong wind blew on Long Yu again, and before Long Yu could stand firmly, his body was blown away; Long Yu lay in the yellow sand like a dog eating shit, spitting out a mouthful of yellow sand from his mouth.

"What kind of luck is this? How can I still be alive?" Long Yu stood up with a complaint, trying to steady himself. The wind blew again, and Long Yu almost fell on the sand again. Long Yu became even more irritated, and the dilemma appeared before him.

Long Yu tried to take a step, and his body was blown to the ground by the wind. Long Yu kept rolling in the yellow sand, and the rock in front of him was getting closer and closer. Long Yu tried to make a Tai Chi shape in front of his chest, and pressed his hands on the rock. There was a little distance between his palms, and on a piece of white paper was the Tai Chi Pisces figure of Long Yu.

The wind in the air suddenly stopped, and the yellow sand continued to fall. In less than five seconds, Long Yu was buried in the yellow sand. Long Yu rushed out of the yellow sand, shook off the yellow sand on his body, and something flashed in front of him. Long Yu tried to see clearly what it was.

The left side flashed again, and when Long Yu turned around, it disappeared. As if it was an illusion, Long Yu tried to open his spiritual sense to search, but the power of spiritual sense could not reach his body at all. Clearly, something like a phantom appeared, and Long Yu tried to run to the position of the phantom.

As soon as Long Yu moved, the phantom disappeared. The phantom appeared in front of him again. Long Yu took a look and felt a faint sense of familiarity, as if he couldn't put into words what kind of familiarity it was, as if it was someone he had known before.

Long Yu ran in the yellow sand, again and again. He didn't know how many times he had been in the bubble. He just saw it once and ran over. When he got close, the shadow disappeared. When Long Yu stood firm, the shadow appeared again.

Long Yu was filled with anger and curiosity, as if everyone had been deliberately playing hide-and-seek with him. Long Yu stood in place, and a shadow appeared in front of him again. Long Yu stopped chasing, but looked back at the place where he had run past.

It looked like a random run, and Long Yu was even more shocked. The path he ran seemed to be the steps of a seven-star formation. Long Yu looked at the phantom in front of him, and couldn't guess whether it was going to take him out or lead him to a deeper place.

Long Yu held a sword in his hand, with white mist coming out of it. "Where are you taking me, sir? Why are you hiding?" Long Yu tried to wait for the phantom's reply, but the phantom in front of him ignored Long Yu at all. It just stood there quietly, as if waiting for Long Yu to run over.

Driven by his curiosity, Long Yu ran over again, and his shadow disappeared in the yellow sand. Long Yu looked at the yellow sand in front of him and saw that it was no longer just rocks, but some cacti appeared underneath. It was the first time that Long Yu saw a cactus that was 30 meters high.

There was a man in a black robe standing next to the cactus, and Long Yu had a vague feeling of familiarity. He didn't know why, but he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was, and he couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Long Yu held the sword tightly in his hand and walked towards the person in front of him. He was wearing a mask on his face. The eyes in the skull mask were glowing white. Long Yu had an illusion that the person in front of him was Zong Ling. Long Yu shook his head and felt that it was not real at all. Zong Ling was trapped in the black fog and there was no way he could appear in front of him.

Suddenly, the skull masked man moved, and a strong wind blew towards Long Yu. Long Yu blocked the sword in front of him, and the tip of the Eight Diagrams Double Dragon Sword pierced Long Yu's forehead. The sword in Long Yu's hand did not move at all. Facing this man, Long Yu could not make a single move, and was stunned in the yellow sand.

Long Yu saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes, "Zong Ling, you're back." The man in front of him moved his eyes, and kicked the dragon fish in the belly with his right foot with the force of breaking the wind. Long Yu was kicked three meters away, and then slid two meters on the yellow sand.

Xie Rong's blur appeared behind Long Yudi, and his body was covered with yellow sand. Long Yu tried to stand up, holding the sword with both hands, and looked at the person in front of him, "Zong Ling, let's go out together, okay? Let's leave here and go to the Blue Star together."

The skeleton masked man put away the sword in his hand with a hollow look in his eyes, and attacked in front of him with his right fist. Long Yu looked at Po Feng's fist, without any resistance, and let the skeleton masked man punch him in the chest.

The right fist of the man with the skull mask went straight through Long Yu's chest. Long Yu was stunned. He still lost the bet. The man in front of him was not Zong Ling. Zong Ling would not treat him like this. Long Yu watched the man with the skull mask pull out his right hand and walk back to the cactus.

Long Yu fell in the yellow sand. He had a feeling that the man with the skull mask did not kill him. Long Yu was puzzled as to why the man in front of him did not use his power to kill him directly. Long Yu quickly repaired his body, shook his head and glanced at the man with the skull mask standing quietly in front of him.

He held the sword in front of his chest with his right hand and pressed his left hand on the sword guard. The two energies were transmitted to the sword. "Ice freezes and fire melts in the blink of an eye. I will die without fear." Long Yu looked at the sword in his hand and muttered these words. This was also Long Yu's determination now.

Long Yu no longer cared whether the person in front of him was a patriarchal spirit or not. He only knew that since it was a battle, no matter who was standing in front of him, he had to go to fight. Long Yu quickly ran towards the skull masked man and stabbed his right hand at the center of his forehead.

Long Yu didn't know why he always stabbed people in the middle of their eyebrows, it was just a habit. Long Yu's sword was blocked, and Long Yu took two steps back with reluctance, and continued to stab the skull masked man.

The sword in his hand was grabbed by the skull mask man's right hand, and he was kicked in the stomach. Long Yu fell back, the sun in the sky shone on his face, and the sword in his hand was condensed by Long Yu again. Long Yu stared at the sun in the sky for a while, then stood up and left.

Tears were streaming down Long Yu's eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him. There was a burning feeling in Long Yu's eyes, and a voice came from his head: You won't return until you die. Long Yu was controlled by the voice in his heart, and it kept surrounding him.

Long Yu shook his head, holding the sword in his hand, "I will never return until I die, and I will be fearless." Long Yu suddenly understood that his way was to never return until he died. Long Yu stabbed at the skull masked man again, and the sword carried a breath of never returning.

Long Yu's sword stabbed into the air, and a sword appeared on his chest and stuck in the sand. Long Yu grabbed the skull mask man's Bagua Shuanglong sword with his left hand. Blood flowed from both hands, and his right hand stabbed the skull mask man's stomach. Long Yu felt that he was blocked by something, and his body was repelled and retreated two steps.

Long Yu knelt on one knee on the yellow sand, his left hand had fingers cut off, and there was a sword wound one inch from his heart. The sword in his right hand was stuck in the ground, and Long Yu supported his body with the sword in his hand. Long Yu tried to repair his body, and it took him a minute to repair all the wounds on his body.

Long Yu stood up again and stabbed the skull masked man in front of him in the chest. Long Yu didn't understand why he could easily kill him, but he kept letting himself stand up again and again. Long Yu felt that this was his greatest humiliation.

Long Yu's sword seemed to be stabbed into an iron plate. Long Yu was repelled and took two steps back. The skeleton masked man in front of him did not react at all, as if he was a stone sculpture. Hundreds of thousands of alpacas appeared in Long Yu's mind, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the skeleton masked man again like a stream of water.

The skull masked man suddenly moved, and a strong wind blew from his back. Long Yu felt the crisis. Before, the skull masked man did not bring the power of Taoism, and now Long Yu felt a fear coming towards him. Long Yu tried to turn around and use his sword to block in front of him, but the Double Dragon Bagua Sword stabbed his sword with a fear of death.

Long Yu was knocked back by the recoil of the sword and crashed into the cactus. Long Yu's entire body was stared at by the cactus, and the blood in his body quickly drained away, leaving only skin and bones. Long Yu's body fell on the yellow sand, carrying a breath of fear of death.

The skull masked man in front of him walked towards Long Yu lightly. Long Yu bit his lips. This fear made Long Yu feel hopeless. The thought of never returning to death kept lingering in Long Yu's mind. Long Yu stood up slowly, "Never returning to death, fearless."

Long Yu stood in the yellow sand like a zombie, with a black gas coming out of the sword in his hand. Long Yu looked at the sword in his hand, spreading a fearless aura. "Haha, thank you for forcing me, my path, I will walk on my own."