Chapter 50

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At the foot of the mountain, the terrain was wide open, with shadows of mountains on both sides, and the front stretching endlessly into the distance. Looking far ahead, the wild grass grew thick and continuous, like a vast ocean in the night, undulating under the hazy moonlight.

Wujiao rushed down the mountain in one breath, briefly identified the direction, and continued to run without stopping.

From the situation, it seemed he had already left the territory of Lingxia Mountain. Reflecting on it, it was truly not easy!

From dusk until the moon was high in the sky, in the past, he would have been exhausted long ago. But now, he felt increasingly powerful, all thanks to the turbulent whirlpool within his body.

It had struggled for too long, finally breaking through the barriers, and now flowed freely and continuously!

In the night, a figure leaped across the vast wilderness, each jump covering seven to eight zhang.

Wujiao sprang up from the withered grass again, unable to resist turning his head to look back.

The wind-riding techniques of cultivators had once made him envious, but as a mortal, he could only sigh in admiration. Now, without cultivation, he could also run as fast as the wind. As the saying goes, where there is fortune, there is also misfortune. The ancients were indeed not deceiving me...

Wujiao had not been too pleased for long, and quickly turned his head, his expression hurried.

Several hundred zhang away, at the foot of the mountain, three figures appeared, directly crossing the wilderness, almost as if their feet never touched the ground, like three owls silently cutting through the night sky, quite eerie and frightening. Wujiao, on the other hand, leaped and landed, more like a grasshopper, struggling alone in the autumn wilderness...

The moon was slanted, the stars sparse, and the night was deep.

Not long after, a faint dawn light appeared at the end of the darkness. Then the red sun rose slowly, and the sky became bright.

On the boundless wilderness, the chase continued.

The young man running in front, bare-limbed, covered in blood, with disheveled hair, leaped and jumped continuously. Two hundred zhang behind were two old men, one hand holding a short sword, the other holding a spirit stone, both with serious expressions. Another few hundred zhang behind was a young man, panting heavily...

Unconsciously, the sun rose and set again.

When the long night passed, the wilderness disappeared, and under the bright sunlight, the desert and gravel beach stretched endlessly.

Wujiao leaped onto a hill, about to jump down, but suddenly felt short of breath and had to stop to catch his breath.

Running without sleep or food for two days, he did not feel tired. It was as if a force was supporting him, making him excited and forgetful. But at this moment, the whirlpool in his abdomen no longer surged, like a dried-up spring, gradually shrinking and weakening. His strength seemed to be slowly draining away. What was once a leap of seven to eight zhang was now only five to six zhang. Once the whirlpool in his abdomen disappeared, what would happen next, he dared not imagine...

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun still followed two hundred zhang behind. Only Mu Shen's figure was no longer visible, perhaps having been left far behind.

Sigh, those two old guys are really persistent. Then let's keep running, and see who can last the longest!

Wujiao took a deep breath, his face, covered in dirt, showing a hint of helplessness. He then shrugged indifferently, turned, and rushed down the sand dune.

In no time, the two old men followed.

"That boy's stamina is astonishing, and he is so skilled at running, not inferior to any feathered warrior. Could it be that he has encountered a stroke of luck and gained some cultivation..."

Gou Jun took the opportunity to rest, puzzled.

"Although his behavior is strange, his aura and movements are different from those of cultivators. He... is still a mortal!"

Xiang Rong snorted at the figure leaping ahead, then turned to look behind and said, "Mu Shen said that the boy has a strange treasure left by his master, and he spoke with certainty. At this moment, we cannot return empty-handed!"

Gou Jun nodded in understanding, a greedy look flashing in his eyes.

The two did not delay, leaping down the hill to continue the chase...

When the sun rose again, the desert and gravel beach turned into a vast desert. The overlapping sand dunes and the sky full of yellow sand, under the sunlight, resembled an endless golden sea. Though magnificent and beautiful, it was desolate and lifeless, with only a few figures continuing their struggle and search on the path of life and death.

Wujiao hurriedly leaped over the sand dune, but before he could jump again, he fell headfirst. He no longer had the previous agility, rolling and tumbling, sand flying, looking quite pitiful and desperate. With a dull thud, he landed on his back in a sand pit.

From the foot of the spirit mountain, through the canyon, the wilderness, the desert, and the gravel beach, the chase had lasted for four days. The whirlpool in his abdomen had shrunk to the size of a chicken egg. The once ceaseless torrent was now intermittent. His entire body felt as if it had been drained of its source, his strength sapped, making his steps heavy, and his running no longer as effortless.

He was really exhausted!

Finally, a sense of exhaustion was overwhelming him from all sides, ready to be devoured, torn apart, and ultimately reduced to a scorching speck of dust, returning to and disappearing in the fiery dreamland. Here, there was a golden sea, a golden dream, and amidst the desolation, there was heat, amidst the silence, there was a surge, and deep in the desert, one could hear the roar of the waves...

Wujiao still lay on his back, his eyes gleaming with golden light, his mouth slightly open, a strange and comfortable smile on his face. After a moment, he blinked, his expression gradually clearing, and he took several deep breaths. A burning sensation of blood rose in his chest and abdomen. He hurriedly got up, turned, and spat. The saliva had not even landed when it turned into white smoke.

Phew, it's scorching.

Wujiao stared up and down, seeing that he was unharmed, he felt slightly relieved.

Could it be that I have also become immune to cold and heat?

Sigh, even if so, what use is it? I can't escape those two old guys, and everything is in vain!

On the nearby sand dune, Xiang Rong and Gou Jun appeared one after the other. They stared intently at Wujiao in the sand pit below, without surprise or joy, only a cold, indifferent look and a barely suppressed murderous intent.

That wild boy was there, a hundred zhang away, within reach. However, he was like a rabbit, leaping, fleeing, and taunting, always leaving them helpless. But looking at his current state, he was no longer as arrogant as before. Capturing, torturing, and tearing him apart might happen right now.

The two old men exchanged a glance and jumped down the sand dune without hesitation.

Wujiao, as if sensing something, turned and ran. Each step covered three to four zhang, and in a few breaths, he was back on the sand dune, not hesitating, and down the slope to the bottom of a sandy valley.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion around him, and then stones began to emerge from the ground, followed by a cloud of sand and a loud hissing sound.

Wujiao, about to continue running, was suddenly stunned.

What's going on?

Those were not stones, but more than a dozen monsters, each two to three zhang long, covered in earth-colored scales, with knife-like dorsal fins, large and ugly heads, sharp teeth, and club-like tails, with thick limbs, looking quite fierce and terrifying.

Wujiao stood frozen, not daring to breathe.

The monsters around him did not immediately attack but instead moved their limbs, causing sand and stones to fly, forming an encircling formation not far ahead. In the center of the encirclement, the sand churned, and two four to five zhang long giant snakes emerged, both golden in color, their scales shining, intertwined and hissing, spewing mist.

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun were equally shocked, stopping thirty to fifty zhang away to observe. After a moment of staring, they spoke to each other—

"That's the desert sky lizard, also known as the knife lizard due to its dorsal fins. They are ferocious, and even foundation-stage cultivators avoid them. That boy is doomed!"

"Not necessarily! The earth pythons encircled by the sky lizards, also known as sand dragons, are highly venomous and are about to mate, making them extremely aggressive. Now that they are encircled by the sky lizards, a fierce battle is inevitable. If the boy takes the opportunity to escape, he can get away safely!"

Sky lizards, sand dragons, impressive names. And these sky lizards are quite despicable, attacking during the mating season. Since a battle is about to start, it's a good opportunity to slip away!

Wujiao, his heart slightly calmed, was about to leave but stopped and looked back.

The voices he had just heard were clear and not random, as if transmitted directly to him. Indeed, the two old men were staring at him, their expressions malicious.

"Boom—"

At the same time, a loud roar echoed.

A sky lizard, thinking it had a chance, rushed forward but was blocked by the venomous mist. Its momentum slowed, and two blood-red mouths roared towards it. It could not avoid them and was thrown into the air. The remaining sky lizards, not to be outdone, surged forward. In a moment, the air was filled with roars and flying sand, and the scene was chaotic.

Wujiao watched, his heart racing, his tongue almost falling out in shock.

He had long been accustomed to human battles, but he had never seen monsters fight. It was just as cruel and even more bloody. The sky lizards and sand dragons, despite no deep enmity, were fighting to the death for survival. Such is the nature of beasts, and what about humans? Some are even worse than beasts, with the ability to use magic and an insatiable desire, making them a scourge of the world!

At the same time, a figure charged forward, its long tail swinging left and right, and with a "whoosh," it swept towards him.

Wujiao, determined to avoid it, gritted his teeth and took the hit. His back was struck, and he flew diagonally, landing in a sand pile seven to eight zhang away.

The fierce sky lizard, sensing something, moved its limbs swiftly and was soon upon him. Two other monsters, not understanding, followed closely behind.

Wujiao, still crouched in the sand pile, dared not make a sound or move, only staring with wide eyes.

Sand flew in his face, and the stench was overwhelming.

The three monsters had approached, but they bumped into each other's large heads, their scaly eyelids blinking, and their mouths tearing at each other. They then came closer, curious, and perhaps losing interest in the black figure in the sand pile, each "hissed" and spat, then turned and left.

Wujiao's face was covered in the monsters' saliva, but he remained as still as a statue, his appearance and expression showing the utmost misery.

Monsters, strange beasts, they are still animals, not much different from cats and dogs. Whenever they fight for territory or prey, they mark their territory with urine and feces. Now, these sky lizards simply spewed saliva in your face!

However, he had temporarily escaped a disaster!

Wujiao, suppressing the urge to vomit, saw the monsters gathering ahead and quickly buried his head in the sand, wiping the saliva from his face. At that moment, another dull thud echoed... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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