"Venerable Wei, the disciples' injuries can't be healed with ordinary healing medicines. I'm afraid the claws of those ancient eagles are poisonous," Linghu Shen walked over and said to Wei Huan.
"Don't report this matter to me. Don't you think there's enough trouble? Generally, there will be corresponding detoxifying plants growing near the habitat of poisonous creatures. Take some people and search for them," Linghu Yunying said to Linghu Shen.
"Yes, but the injured disciples seem to be in poor condition. It might not be appropriate for us to rush," Linghu Shen said.
"Got it. Let's deal with the problem of poison first," Wei Huan nodded.
The disciples who went to scout had mysteriously disappeared, the team was harassed by the ancient eagles, and many of them had been poisoned. One had to know that these people had fallen to Shadowed Scar Star from a chaotic meteor shower. They were already in a sorry state, and many of them had not even reconnected their bones yet …
"This place is too open, and it's easy to be targeted by the ancient eagles. Even if we want to rest, we'd better find a place with a forest. When we were high up in the sky, I saw a green forest to our east. Should we go there first?" Linghu Yunying suggested.
"That's good. Junior Venerable, can I trouble you to explore it? At least we need to know what's obstructing us in the southeast. This way, we can be mentally prepared," Wei Huan said to Zhu Minglang.
Among the three Sword Immortals, Wei Huan was the most polite.
Zhu Minglang would not refuse such a request. After all, he had to consider the safety of the group of female Sword Masters around him.
In an unfamiliar and unknown land, it was extremely dangerous to explore.
However, in order to prevent the team from suffering huge losses and falling into the abyss, some people had to go forward to explore. Even if there were traps, they had to use their bodies to pave the way.
Fortunately, Zhu Minglang had been a savage in the ancient mountains for a while, so he had no problem being cautious. In addition, Mr. Koi was an encyclopedic fish, so he could give Zhu Minglang some important hints at critical moments.
"I'll go alone. If anything happens, I can run away quickly," Zhu Minglang said.
After instructing Revered Tang and Revered Lan, Zhu Minglang headed towards the southeast.
The others followed Wei Huan into the forest to the east. After all, the Primordial Eagles weren't the only creatures in the desert. There were also other creatures that weren't afraid of the dragon's breath. With such a large group of people walking through the desert, they felt like fat sheep or cows on a vast grassland. At least, that was the case for the Primordial Eagles.
…
Zhu Minglang rode on the Xuan Long and flew slowly towards the southeast.
Since they were scouting, they couldn't fly high.
They also needed to see clearly if there were any beasts' nests on the ground. They even needed to personally go down and step on them to make sure that the underground layer wasn't empty so that they wouldn't be instantly surrounded when they came over.
The Xuan Long was similar to the Lunar Tribute White Dragon. It could fly and run, and its limbs were strong and powerful. As it galloped through the desert, it looked majestic and imposing. Along the way, Zhu Minglang saw many strange beasts and monsters, but most of them were afraid of the Xuan Long and didn't dare to approach Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang could even swagger through a group of strange beasts, and these strange beasts would take the initiative to make way for him. Some even thought that the Xuan Long was going to prey on them and were so scared that their limbs went soft and they didn't even have the courage to run away.
Fortunately, there were powerful and ordinary species on Shadowed Scar, so a random wild bull wouldn't have the power to split open a mountain.
"Roar ~ ~ ~ ~"
At that moment, the handsome white dragon patrolling in the sky let out a dragon cry, informing Zhu Minglang that there was something strange up ahead.
"Let's go take a look."
The Lunar Tribute White Dragon led the way in the sky, and Zhu Minglang rode the Xuan Long in that direction.
After crossing over a mountain, Zhu Minglang saw a large group of people at the bottom of the hill. They were arranged in a defensive formation, and these people were basically Sword Masters, all of them wielding heavy swords.
They weren't members of Alioth, but judging from their clothes and sword patterns, they seemed to be from the Zheng Ting Sword Palace. They worshipped a Sword God who wielded the Thunder Sword.
Most of the people from Yuheng Shenjiang had landed on this land, but the meteorite turbulence was too strong. Even if they had set off in the same direction, they might have been thrown to some unknown corner of Shadowed Scar.
Zhu Minglang didn't rush forward. He stopped behind a high rock and quietly observed.
"Don't come over, don't come over!!!"
Someone cried out, and Zhu Minglang could hear a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
"Zhou Feng, what are you doing? Zhou Feng, what are you doing over there!!"
They were originally in a defensive formation. Suddenly, one of the members took a step forward and walked out of the formation empty-handed.
There weren't any powerful beasts around this group of people. There was only an ancient red dragon covered in ancient red markings …
This red dragon was obviously a special breed, but Zhu Minglang felt that its cultivation was far from being strong enough to kill all the people from the Zheng Ting Sword Sect.
However, these people from the Zheng Ting Sword Sect were trembling as if they were facing a great enemy. They didn't have any fighting spirit at all.
Obviously, this wasn't the first time they had encountered these ancient red dragons.
What was it that made them so afraid??
Zhu Minglang was extremely confused. He stared at the unarmed person who walked out of the formation.
That person's footsteps were stiff. Zhu Minglang looked over and could even see the pain and fear on his face. He kept shaking his head, clearly trying to get rid of something, but his body was still walking towards the Ancient Red Patterned Dragon.
Step by step, no matter how the people from the Zheng Ting Sword Sect yelled at him, Zhou Feng continued walking toward the ancient red dragon as if he was possessed.
Finally, the person called Zhou Feng arrived in front of the ancient red dragon. He actually knelt down as if he was worshipping and fearing a god …
"Zhou Feng!!! Wake up!!! "
A female disciple yelled with a hoarse voice.
She rushed out of the formation, trying to save Zhou Feng, but the other people from the Zheng Ting Sword Sect held her back in fear!
"Are you trying to get us killed!?" a white-bearded elder said angrily.
"This is a tribute to the ancient god. Zhou Feng has been chosen as the tribute. His soul belongs to the ancient dragon god. How can we stop it!?"
"Don't even think about offending the Red Patterned Death Dragon. If the rest of us are chosen …" another elder said.
The people from the Zheng Ting Sword Sect tried their best to stop them, but they weren't stopping the male disciple who was walking toward the ancient red dragon. Instead, they were stopping the female disciple who wanted to save Zhou Feng.
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