The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 168 Sword Tomb
After checking the storage ring again and again, Pei Ning came out of his residence.

There were already six or seven people waiting outside, both men and women.

These people entered the mountain sect at the same time as Pei Ning. They were all independent cultivators, so they were naturally close to each other.

Pei Ning looked at the visitor and asked, "What do you want?"

"Senior Sister Pei..." A young girl said sadly with red eyes, "Senior Brother Yu died outside."

This Senior Brother Yu was also a casual cultivator, a rare honest person, and had a very good relationship with the girl. He had just recently gone out to look for an opportunity to build his foundation.

Pei Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Since we have chosen the Great Dao, casualties are inevitable."

Everyone was sad, and no longer said anything more. They just leaned forward and prayed: "May Senior Sister achieve enlightenment soon."

Pei Ning returned the gift and looked up into the distance. He saw the water flowing into a waterfall on Tianchi Mountain, and a rainbow was still visible a hundred feet away.

Without saying anything more, Pei Ning took out the flying kite and headed southwest.

When he met disciples from a sect or family patrolling, he would show his Tianchi sect's disciple card, and no one would make things difficult for him.

We were careful along the way and there were no major setbacks.

After seven days, the ethereal feeling became stronger and continued to move southwest.

"Mianlong Mountain is in the south, but it's a pity that Lin Zhuanlun spent half the night drawing the geography of mountains and rivers for me."

Pei Ning sighed and continued to move forward, leaving the Qiaoshan area.

After another fifteen days, we could see three thousand miles of yellow sand in front of us.

This place is called the Thousand Valleys Sandy Land. It is three thousand miles long and wide, extremely hot, with strong winds blowing sand and blocking out the sun. The spiritual energy is thin, and few living creatures set foot here.

It is said that this place used to be green mountains and clear water. Seven thousand years ago, a great warrior fought a battle here, and the mountains collapsed into an endless abyss. The rivers, streams, and forests all lost their moisture. Since then, the world has changed, and only yellow sand remains.

Not only that, it is rumored that there is an abyss in the middle of the Thousand Valleys Sand Land, and its depth is unknown. It may be a blessed land of immortals in the past, or it may be the remnants of some powerful Taoist magic.

"Senior Sister Gai went out and saw a woman jumping into a river and was able to establish her foundation; Xiuxiu went deep into Mianlong Mountain and established her foundation without any danger, and also got a great opportunity."

"Lin Zhuanlun entered Mianlong Mountain and experienced many hardships..."

"Lin Zhuanlun and I are truly destined to be together! It seems like we are both going to have to face death!"

Pei Ning took a deep breath of dry hot air, took out the sword case and put it on his back.

The sword box is rectangular and made of sunken wood, and can hold eighteen swords.

As he was about to step into danger, Pei Ning naturally prepared to risk his life at any time.

Falling to the edge of the desert, there are barren mountains in front of you, with sandstorms blocking your view; behind you are emerald green islands with birds singing and flowers blooming.

There is a world of difference between the two places just a few miles apart. It is truly a unique place in the world.

Holding a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, Pei Ning stepped forward.

After passing the dry and steep mountains and stepping into the real sand, you will see that under the wind and sand, the view is only about ten feet.

Pei Ning was a cautious person, so he didn't go too deep and just explored back and forth.

We didn't encounter any living creatures, only some withered yellow thorn grass and sand tumbleweed, which were the few living things in the thousands of ravines and deserts.

The wind here is also very strange. It does not blow in a certain direction, but seems to be swirling and forming circles with the center of the thousands of ravines and sand as the center.

Moreover, the wind became stronger the further you went in. After only two or three miles, you would start to spew out a mouthful of sand.

The talisman in his hand ignited, and the wind within a radius of three feet subsided. However, within a quarter of an hour, the talisman lost its effect.

Following the vague feeling in his heart, Pei Ning slowly moved forward, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

As night fell, the wind died down. Looking up at the sky, I could faintly see the stars and the moon.

Pei Ning found a huge rock and rested in the sand pit under it.

After an hour, as the night darkened and the heat subsided, snakes and insects began to emerge from the sand in search of food.

Pei Ning was well prepared. He took out some medicinal powder and sprinkled it around, so that snakes and insects would not invade.

But she didn't dare to rest and just stayed on guard.

Wait until daybreak, and then move forward. The wind and sand are getting stronger, and the wind-avoiding charms are consumed greatly.

Pei Ning endured this for seven days without even a moment's rest. She had used up a lot of talismans on her body, and although her face showed signs of vicissitudes, her determination remained undiminished.

Three days later, Pei Ning stopped.

At this time, we had been in the mountains for more than 200 miles and had not seen a single human being. We did encounter many snakes and insects, and also picked up a lot of sand pupae. We also encountered a few sand leopards, but we killed them all. I just don't know what the sand leopards eat.

The vague feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger, and it actually pointed to the bottom of the sand.

Pei Ning looked around and saw endless yellow sand. Several mountains were completely buried, leaving only a few small hilltops, which were also withered and dilapidated.

There were a few dead trees with a few sand birds perched on them, still staring at them hungrily.

Pei Ning did not dare to be careless. He activated the talisman and explored the area within three miles around him. He killed many sand leopards and sandworms, but there was no way to enter the ground.

When it was late at night, Pei Ning did not rest, but hid secretly and observed the sand bird on the dead tree.

But after waiting for a long time, the sand birds flew into the sky and disappeared.

"This……"

Pei Ning simply sat cross-legged and thought quietly, but he got nothing. He then thought carefully about the teachings of the sect and even Lin Zhuanlun's experience.

"The only thing we can do now is to wait."

Pei Ning said this, but as soon as daybreak came, he started patrolling.

I waited for five days, but to no avail.

That morning, the wind and sand blocked the scorching sun, but the heat was even more scorching. Pei Ning's hair was tied up, his lips were chapped, and his arms were no longer as white as before.

Pei Ning was sitting cross-legged, carefully feeling the ethereal feeling, when he suddenly felt the sand beneath him vibrate. Then there was a faint sound coming from underground.

He immediately moved aside, holding the sword case in front of him, and saw the place where he had just been sitting collapsed. Fine sand flowed like water, first slowly and then quickly, penetrating into the void.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the collapsed area expanded to a radius of ten feet. Then a beam of fire gushed out from the collapsed area and fell to the side.

Pei Ning hurried to see, only to find that the fire had gone out and there was a man kneeling on one knee on the ground.

The man was about thirty years old, had short hair, wore close-fitting leather armor, and his arms were red.

There was a scar on his face and his body was covered in blood.

As soon as he landed on the ground, blood spurted out. When he saw Pei Ning, he first grinned, then frowned.

At this moment, another white light emerged from the collapsed area.

The scarred man gritted his teeth and stood up, holding a spiritual weapon that looked like a scorpion's tail in his hand. The poisonous needle stabbed out with a green glow, heading towards the white light, and shouted, "Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in white clothes fell to the ground. His face turned green and brown, and he made a gurgling sound. Then he collapsed to the ground, twitching continuously.

The scarred man was panting and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. He held the scorpion tail magic weapon in one hand and a knife in the other, and looked at Pei Ning.

Pei Ning took a few steps back, putting on a defensive stance.

"You are..." The scarred man actually smiled and spat out blood foam and sand. "Are you Yun Zhonghe's... lover?"

"Who are you, senior?" Pei Ning saw that his face was covered in blood, but he still couldn't recognize him, and he had never heard Lin Zhuanlun mention him.

"Jiang Huo from the Jiang Family." The scarred man grinned, blood stained his teeth, "I have seen you from afar..." He took a breath and continued, "I am dying soon, I hope you can pass on a message for me."

Pei Ning was silent and thoughtful.

"Send a message to my ancestor..." Jiang Huo spat out a lot of blood again, and he took out a stone tablet covered with blood.

"This..." Pei Ning was extremely shocked, "What is this?"

"You don't need to know." Jiang Huo laughed wildly, his blood-stained face looking even more hideous.

Pei Ning walked forward and took the stone tablet in his hand. He saw the collapse getting bigger and bigger, and then another white shadow jumped out.

The man who fell to the ground was a middle-aged man in white clothes with blood spots on his chest.

"Pei Ning?" The visitor actually knew Pei Ning and showed a strange smile on his face, "Good junior sister," he looked at the stone tablet again and said, "Give it to me!" He stretched out his hand.

This man was Yao Qianyuan's elder brother, named Yao Qianlong, and a direct descendant of Yao Wanshan. Pei Ning hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he didn't move at all and took a few steps back.

"Hand over the things!" Yao Qianlong walked towards Pei Ning.

"How can I let you get away with being such a shameless person who stabbed his companion in the back?" Jiang Huo sat down on the sand with a grim smile on his face.

"You must know that this is the clue obtained by my ancestor!" Yao Qianlong said harshly.

Jiang Huo just smiled but didn't say anything. "Just as Yao Qianlong was about to take action, he saw another person coming up from the collapsed area, followed by six people, all of whom were foundation-building cultivators.

Everyone was injured and their faces looked uglier than each other.

Without waiting for a break, everyone came towards Pei Ning.

Pei Ning had a headache. She had heard from Lin Bai that when Qu Ruyi was building her foundation, she encountered three foundation-building monks, all of whom were fierce.

When Jiang Xiaobai was building his foundation, there were not only foundation-building cultivators, but also foundation-building monsters, which made the task extremely difficult.

There are as many as nine foundation-building sites here, one of which has been destroyed by Jiang Huo.

"...an innocent fish is caught in the crossfire!" Pei Ning knew that these people were coming for the stone tablet in his hand, and he was truly an innocent fish caught in the crossfire.

There was no other choice but to slap the sword box with his hand. In an instant, eighteen flying swords came out and the man immediately retreated.

However, the six foundation-building masters were really fierce, and each of them had their own magical powers. Pei Ning's flying sword was completely destroyed before it could show its power.

"Lin Zhuanlun's spirit stone..." Pei Ning didn't have time to feel sorry for it and immediately took out the talisman.

Suddenly, mist and water vapor emerged from the yellow sand. A black tortoise appeared, its eyes flashing, and it rushed forward.

"Qu Chengjia?" Yao Qianlong looked at Pei Ning in surprise.

Pei Ning was almost drained of energy by Fu Bao, and he rolled over and immediately rolled away.

Looking at the six people again, they were all alive, but each of them was weaker.

"It's none of my business!" Pei Ning didn't care anymore, threw the stone tablet to Jiang Huo, and walked away.

"Haha!" Jiang Huo laughed wildly, holding the scorpion's tail in one hand and the stone tablet in the other, he lunged forward and said, "Brother Yao!"

Yao Qianlong followed immediately.

As expected, the six foundation-building cultivators no longer cared about Pei Ning and went towards Jiang Huo.

For a while, the eight foundation builders fought to the death. In the wind and sand, one could hear shouts, blood shadows and knife lights, and all kinds of spiritual weapons and magic weapons were used, and everyone was fighting for their lives.

Pei Ning swallowed a few pills and looked carefully. He saw Yao Qianlong and Jiang Huo put aside their hatred and cooperated seamlessly. The other six people seemed to be four groups of forces, fighting back and forth.

After half an hour, the mighty force of the golden elixir suddenly emerged.

There are people who hold talismans but don't use them!

I saw a surging sword light, which instantly raised dozens of feet of yellow sand and covered an area of ​​hundreds of feet.

After another attack from the golden elixir, the collapsed area became even larger, rumbling all the way down with a huge suction force, and everyone fell together again.

Pei Ning was affected by the water in the pool and could not escape, so he fell into the water.

In a short time, he fell several dozen feet to the ground. When he landed on the ground, he heard the sound of fighting again.

Pei Ning's vision was unclear and he quickly stepped back.

After waiting for half an hour, the sandstorm finally stopped.

There were only three people left on the field.

Jiang Huo held the scorpion's tail in his hand, and his body was split into two from the chest and abdomen. The man was not dead yet, but his liver and intestines were scattered all over the ground, covered with sand.

Next to Jiang Huo sat Yao Qianlong, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, with one leg missing. His face was covered in blood and his eyes were gloomy.

There was another old monk, half-kneeling on the ground, one of his arms broken off at the shoulder, his beard covered in blood.

"Pei Ning, come and help!" Yao Qianlong coughed twice and spurted out a lot of blood.

Pei Ning knew that it was a critical moment, so he went to the other corner and formed a triangle with the old cultivator and Jiang Yao.

All the flying swords were destroyed. Pei Ning took out another flying sword and flew towards the old cultivator.

"With just perfect Qi training, you can actually have the power of a river or sea!" The old cultivator laughed strangely, and a bronze bell lit up behind him.

Then he pushed out with his palm, and the sound of a bell was heard, and the flying sword slowed down a bit.

"Rise!" Pei Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and the flying sword became even more powerful.

He led the momentum of the river and came into a stalemate with the old cultivator.

After half a quarter of an hour, Pei Ning was almost exhausted and finally killed the old cultivator.

"Pei Ning..." Yao Qianlong smiled on his bloodstained face, "You really are... ahem, you really are a good candidate..."

Pei Ning nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Huo again. He saw that although his body was split into two, he was not dead yet and was still holding the stone tablet tightly.

"I have pills." Pei Ning walked forward and stopped ten steps away.

"Pills are useless to me..." Yao Qianlong was lying on the ground, grabbing a ball of sand with his bloody hands, "Send a message for me..." His voice became lower and lower, until it was just a murmur and could not be heard at all.

Pei Ning walked forward again and stopped after five steps.

"What message do you want to convey?" Pei Ning asked.

"The stone tablet will be handed over to my ancestor..." Yao Qianlong smiled as he spat out blood, "Just say I'm useless... Also, Qianyuan asked me to go back and bring her some food. She's been greedy since she was a child..." He grabbed the yellow sand, his face seemed to be thinking about the past, "Give her the storage ring......"

Pei Ning thought of Yao Qianyuan and softened his heart. He put down his guard and stepped forward, "Brother, take the pill first..."

Before he could finish his words, Yao Qianlong suddenly jumped up, blood and sand flew everywhere, and a green dragon phantom pressed towards Pei Ning, immediately pressing Pei Ning five feet under the sand, and blood spurted out continuously.

"Pei Ning!" Yao Qianlong's face was grim, and he crawled forward on the ground. "What is your relationship with Qu Chengjia? She has already received a thank-you gift from my ancestor, why is she still pestering me? She is trying to steal my treasure? The path to the Nascent Soul is ahead, how can my family give in?"

Pei Ning's body was covered in blood, and before he could speak, he felt a burning sensation. He looked up and saw Jiang Huo's body on fire, grabbing Yao Qianlong's neck.

“Hahahaha…” Jiang Huo’s entire body was filled with flames, which spread to Yao Qianlong. He looked at Pei Ning and said, “Please… please…”

Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground. Yao Qianlong struggled but could not put out the fire.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yao Qianlong turned into ashes.

For a moment, there was no sound of fighting, not even the sound of the wind.

Pei Ning took out the pill, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it with sand.

His body was covered with dirt and sand, his hair was disheveled, and blood stains were all over his body.

Her qi sea had long been empty, her body was badly injured, and she couldn't even sit steadily.

After lying on the sand for a long time, he gathered his spiritual power. He opened his eyes, kicked away the sand bird that was pecking at his legs, and stood up to look around.

At this time, the wind and sand disappeared, and the collapsed area had become a sand pit with a radius of hundreds of feet and a depth of several dozen feet.

There was a dead tree in the middle, with many spiritual tools and magic tools scattered around. However, the nine previous foundation builders were either turned into ashes or eaten by killer birds.

The sword case had already been broken. Pei Ning rested for a moment and took out an iron sword.

This iron sword was brought from my hometown and has also crossed thousands of miles of mountains and seas.

Standing with his sword in hand, Pei Ning bent over and moved step by step to the dead tree.

He sat down slowly, with his back against the dead tree, his hand on the iron sword.

Looking up, all I saw were scattered broken swords and spiritual weapons.

Some are his own, and some are other people's, but most of them are damaged and have long lost their power.

The sand is vast and deep, and there is a sand cave that is dozens of feet long.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white.

The dead tree stands alone, and the desolate and desolate place seems like a huge tomb; yet the quiet and peaceful place seems like a paradise on earth.

“The opportunity is here, right now.”

The sword leans against the blue sky and the man forgets his sorrow. Pei Ning looks up and sees the shadows of clouds and cranes drifting by.

(End of this chapter)