Bai Yuejian's current location is a cave they had opened up in the desert, and Chu Yao was about to rush there.
Senior sister's retreat this time was to practice some secret spiritual technique, not to advance to the Golden Core stage - she had recovered the Golden Core stage a year ago and was now at the early stage of the Golden Core stage.
Chu Yao is in the late stage of foundation building. She has been lingering in this realm for a long time and has made many preparations for forming a pill.
The motorcycle left a trail of white smoke across the desert. Chu Yao turned on the music again, and it was the same familiar tune.
She swayed her head and hummed along as she took out a bottle of soda from her storage bag. Just as she was about to pour it over her lips, she looked up and noticed something strange in front of her.
It looked like a person was flying...
Chu Yao blinked and scanned the area with her spiritual sense.
This was a thin old man with a goatee. Under his feet was a flying sword that was spewing flames. He was running forward desperately - because something was chasing him from behind.
What made Chu Yao curious was not only the flying sword under his feet that looked like a rocket skateboard, but also his attire: he was wearing a heavy robe and cloth shoes, which looked very similar to that of the ancient celestial beings.
It's the kind in costume films.
Chu Yao swept his spiritual sense back and saw a group of familiar people.
This was a group of ferocious-looking desperadoes, all with naked upper bodies, wearing white masks with visors on their heads, and complex tattoos resembling those of alien insects on their skin. They waved bone clubs and machine guns in their hands along with the shrill shouts.
Their name is the Wormfire Cult. As the name suggests, this is a group of "believers" who believe in the Zerg.
However, rather than calling them believers, it would be better to say that they are a group of out-and-out wasteland bandits and cult lunatics.
The origins of this group of lunatics are varied, but most of them are people who survived the war and fell into madness.
They worship the alien insects crazily, believing that the source of all suffering comes from the gods themselves, and that only by dedicating their lives and throwing themselves into the arms of the "Mother Insect" can they obtain eternal peace.
The Insect Fire Cult has considerable influence in the wasteland, but Chu Yao just thinks that this group of lunatics is incomprehensible.
To put it bluntly, they are just a group of robbers in the name of a sect. The so-called doctrine is nothing but the monologue of these lunatics. The Lord Worm Queen they mentioned has never paid any attention to her "believers".
At this moment, the followers of the Insect Fire Cult were riding in two modified trucks, leaning out of the vehicles and shouting at the prey in front of them:
"Ooooh! Grab that old guy out there with the rocket skateboard! I'm gonna tear it apart and make a new pair of flying shoes!"
"Look, he's actually wearing a robe. Wearing a robe in the wasteland, hahahaha, he's really not afraid of getting prickly heat!"
"For Lady Worm Mother! For Lady Worm Mother! Ahhhhhhhh——"
These Fire Worm Cultists were screaming incoherently, which made people worry about their mental state.
Forget it, now that I have seen it, I might as well save it.
Anyway, we are old rivals with this group of people.
Chu Yao twisted her wrist and the motorcycle rushed forward like a fiery red meteor.
The huge noise naturally attracted the attention of both parties in front. Seeing the fiery red motorcycle and the woman with a double-barreled shotgun on it, screams broke out again from the truck:
"Witch! It's a witch! Shoot! Shoot!!"
"You evil witch, the number one enemy of my sect, die! For the Lord Worm Mother!"
"For our previously destroyed stronghold! The witch must be executed! I'm going to peel off her skin and use it as a lampshade!"
Those people stopped chasing the old man on the flying sword. Two modified trucks turned sharply on the ground and headed straight towards Chu Yao.
The wheels of these modified trucks are extremely large, and their surfaces are covered with sharp iron spikes and barrels. From a distance, they look like a ferocious hedgehog.
Their shells are also decorated with the bones of various alien insects. God knows why these guys who believe in alien insects use the things they believe in to make the exterior decoration of their cars.
"Kill, ahhhhhhhh——" A crazy firefightist held a machine gun in both hands and fired wildly at a red motorcycle not far away.
The same was true for other believers, and some even threw bone sticks and stones at Chu Yao.
Chu Yao sighed. She didn't want to waste time with these lunatics.
She stretched her right hand behind her back, holding the double-barreled shotgun in her palm. She stretched her arm forward and made a firing gesture. A purple cloud broke through the air and hit the cab of the nearest truck.
This purple cloud is actually the Purple Brilliant Sword.
The shooting action was just a cover. The old man was still not far away and she didn't want to be exposed.
After piercing through the Insect Fire Cultist driving the truck, the Purple Brilliant Sword rushed into the interior of the truck without stopping, as if it were in an empty space.
Before they could react to what was happening, the truck's fuel tank had already ignited, and the strong wind from the explosion blew Chu Yao's hair to one side.
The other car did the same thing, and Chu Yao ended the battle in a very short time.
There's nothing we can do. These people are so weak.
The only difficulty may be that there are too many.
The Insect Fire Cult is spread all over the wasteland, their numbers are comparable to those of the alien insects, and they are annoying to everyone.
Under the cover of thick smoke, Chu Yao threw out a few small robots and asked them to find out if there was anything valuable left in the cars of the Insect Fire Cult.
The strange old man hadn't left yet. He was standing on his flying sword, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with panic, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.
He looked at Chu Yao sitting on the motorcycle, hesitated for a moment, and finally "flew" forward.
The old man put away his vehicle and bowed to Chu Yao in a formal manner:
"Thank you for your help, I, Qingxuan, am very grateful."
Chu Yao looked at the old Taoist priest with a strange expression:
"My last name is Chu, Chu Xiaoye. Saving you was just a matter of convenience. Don't worry..." Looking at the old man's attire, Chu Yao was filled with confusion: "Why do you call me fellow Taoist?"
She didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuation from this person.
This skinny old man is just an ordinary guy.
"Now the world is in chaos, plagued by insects everywhere, and all living beings are suffering and searching for answers in hardship. Although you and I have met by chance, we are both people struggling in troubled times, just seeking different paths. It can be said that everyone in the world is a fellow Taoist, and Donor Chu naturally deserves the title of fellow Taoist..."
As the old man spoke, he stroked his goatee with his hand, looking like a master.
No matter how you look at him, he looks like a liar.
Looking at the extinguished steel "flying sword" in his hand, Chu Yao couldn't help but smile.
She hadn't met anyone who spoke like this for a long time since she left Feng Yuan.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan is right." Chu Yao wanted to tease him and returned the greeting with a fist.
"I just don't know what sect or school you come from? What kind of martial arts do you practice?"
Hearing the question, the old Taoist priest suddenly changed into a different person. He straightened his robe with his hands and looked into the distance with a determined gaze:
"I am not talented, I practice topology!"
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