Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 2262 Sandstorm

Maoshan Corpse Beating Whip is the second artifact of Maoshan and has been lost for hundreds of years.

Although the masters of all ages in Maoshan have been looking for it, they have found nothing.It was precisely because the second one lacked a powerful magical weapon that Taoist Master Juexin tried his best to find other objects to replace it.In the end, he finally lived up to his expectations. Taoist priest Juexin obtained the blood-swallowing knife from the Bu family in the capital, changed the knife into a sword, and created the Ten Thousand Killer.

However, although the killing power of Ten Thousand Killer is powerful, its skill is still far inferior to the Impermanence Suo and Tianji Pan, and it can be regarded as half a magical weapon at most.

At this moment, Taoist Ghost deduced that the Corpse Beating Whip was in the underground palace of the Immortal Tomb, and he couldn't help but be extremely pleasantly surprised.

"Master Patriarch appears and bless me to find the corpse beating whip today. This magical weapon should be sent to Maoshan and handed over to Junior Brother Sanpoor." The ghost Taoist priest thought for a while, finally turned around and walked into the immortal's tomb again, looking for the beating whip. corpse whip.

The corpse-beating whip is also hidden in the muddy water of the main hall, and it is extremely difficult to find it.

Because this water is all-encompassing and contains various elements, it is turbid and cannot see the bottom.

The ghost Taoist priest used magic to drive away the water, creating a one-meter-wide waterless zone in front of him. He searched the entire hall, but there was no trace of the corpse whip.

"Did I make a mistake in my calculation?" The Ghost Taoist Master was stunned for a moment, and then he calculated it again. The result was the same. The hexagram showed that the corpse-beating whip was here.

The ghost Taoist priest thought for a while and nodded silently: "I understand, Maoshan's magical weapons all have spirituality. It must be the second magical weapon, and it cannot be owned except by its owner, so the Corpse Beating Whip deliberately avoided me and swam under the water. , staggered from me.”

Thinking of this, Taoist Ghost changed his method. He found two zombie fangs from the backpack he carried, tied them to the red line, and sank them into the water to fish.

Because the fangs of the zombies have corpse energy and are the natural enemies of the corpse whip, it didn't take long for the corpse whip to be attracted.

The Ghost Taoist couldn't help laughing when he mentioned the corpse whip.

But when he looked at the handle carefully, Taoist Ghost frowned again and said: "It has been said in Maoshan since ancient times that there are two dragon eyes on the handle of the corpse-killing whip. When the dragon blinks, electric light will be emitted, killing the enemy invisible. But why is it missing on this handle? Longan, only two holes and a small gossip?”

Back outside the main hall and sitting on the ground, Taoist Ghost continued to meditate hard while making calculations based on the Tianji Pan.

After another half day passed, Taoist Ghost was finally overjoyed. He raised his hand and threw the whip into the water of the hall.

"It seems that some things are God's will. The time has not come yet, so I have to force it. Unfortunately, I can't see the moment when the masters of the younger generations of Maoshan get back the corpse whip." The Ghost Taoist stood up and still restored everything in the Immortal Tomb. Organ, then turned and left.

After leaving the Tomb of the Immortal, Taoist Ghost did not delay. He took the jar from Dingjun Mountain and returned to Jianshan Island, where he put the third jar together with the second jar.

Put the jars together and take them out together later to save trouble.

Of course, Taoist Ghost came back secretly and did not go to the fishing village or see Zhong Laoliu and others.

After placing the jar, Taoist Ghost planned to go to the Western Desert to find the fourth jar.

Taoist Ghost only knows the approximate area of ​​this jar, which is west of the Gurbantunggut Desert, but does not have the exact location and latitude and longitude coordinates.

The Gurbantunggut Desert is the second largest desert in China.

Located in the center of the Junggar Basin, it covers an area of ​​nearly 4 to [-] square kilometers.It consists of four large deserts.To the west is the Sobgul Bugle Desert, to the east is the Hojing Nelisin Desert, in the middle is the Dezosoten Alison Desert, and to the north is the Kuabbei-Akkum Desert.

The place where Ghost Daochang wants to go is the Sobgul Buglay Desert in the west.

The desert cornerstone desert here is a barren land with almost no history, no legends, and no human habitation.

It seems that this place has been a piece of yellow sand since the beginning of the world.

In the middle of the desert, there is no traffic.

The Ghost Taoist Master has the art of fasting and can go without food or water for more than ten days. Naturally, he doesn’t need to prepare anything. He took a car to the northwest of the Sobgul Buglai Desert, brought a bottle of water, and started walking. Straight to the heart of the desert.

In the endless desert, the ghost priest feels that human beings are insignificant, like a grain of sand, inconspicuous.

Looking at the world, Taoist Ghost is even more determined to practice Taoism.

If you don't seek immortality and turn into dust after death, what's the difference between this vast expanse of yellow sand?
Even if the soul can be reincarnated, it will have to experience the weakness of childhood, the pain and death of old age, and have to bear the pain of separation from relatives again and again. When you are proud, it will only last for 50 years.If you don't do well, you will be busy all your life and will never have a comfortable time.

The Ghost Taoist Master felt this while heading towards the desert.

That night, Taoist Ghost advanced for more than 50 miles, and was still far away from the center of the desert.

However, the Ghost Taoist Master was not in a hurry. He found a Populus euphratica forest, lit a bonfire, and spent the night in the Populus euphratica forest.

The night was getting darker, but Taoist Ghost was not sleepy. He continued to watch the stars and determine the specific location of the jar.

After watching for a long time, Taoist Ghost saw some signs, and then took out the Tianji Pan to make calculations.

After doing the math, the ghost priest found that the target was more than 100 miles away from here, in the due east direction.

Feeling that he was not too tired, Taoist Ghost hurried on all night and headed east.

More than an hour later, the ghost leader escaped to the predetermined area. Looking around, there were rolling sand dunes everywhere. There was not a single poplar or tamarisk. It was a truly barren land.

But at this time, the weather changed again, the wind was strong, and the yellow sand gradually flew up, hitting the face, and it hurt like a knife.

Taoist Ghost didn't want to retreat, so he hid behind a sand dune and waited for the wind to stop.

This kind of sandstorm is actually very dangerous and can drown people in the yellow sand at any time.

However, Kidou, a master of art, was brave and ignored it. He avoided the limelight and kept moving, taking advantage of the cover of the sand dunes to fight the strong wind.

But after two o'clock, the strong wind still had no intention of stopping.

The ghost Taoist priest hid behind a sand dune, feeling a little regretful. He should have retreated if he had known better.He hid and ran like this all night without stopping.

But after several hours had passed, Taoist Ghost couldn't retreat any more, so he made up his mind to just wait.

"Captain Pan, if you just hold on, this sandstorm will be over, maybe there will be harvest ahead!" Suddenly, someone's voice came from behind the dune, seemingly very excited.

"Yes, Xiao Li, this time I came to the desert and suffered a lot from you city kids. It's not bad. We are all good comrades who endure hardships and stand hard work!" said a slightly older voice.

The ghost Taoist priest frowned, how could anyone be here in the middle of the night?

Moreover, how could these people withstand such a huge sandstorm?

Listening to their conversation, they seemed to be looking for something. Could it be that they were also looking for the jar?

(End of this chapter)