Zhao Zhao couldn't help but take a step back and create distance between them.
"Then Zhaoxue, stay with me. The Hell is very dangerous, so you have to... be careful." Meng Xuan'an had a smile on his face and spoke in a very slow tone.
"Hmm...oh."
Zhao Zhao silently took another step back and accidentally stepped on the foot of the person behind him. "Sorry." Looking back, he saw Bai Yuexi staring at him and Zhao Xuejian in a daze, her pupils dizzy.
"You...you, you are not me..."
"Shh." Zhao Zhao put a finger between his lips. The boy looked mischievous and gestured to her not to expose herself.
Bai Yuexi swallowed what she was about to say and couldn't help but glance at Meng Xuan'an who was indifferent in front of her.
Zhao Zhao smiled at him slightly, then turned her head to look elsewhere.
The dark red sky gradually became gloomy, and the blood-red crescent moon slowly emerged from the thick clouds, shining on the barren sand, a blood-red scene.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, a strong wind blew up, blowing up a large amount of mud and sand, blurring everyone's vision and judgment.
Danger is coming quietly.
"Oh my God, why can't the wind stop?!" A disciple at the back was puzzled and took out the compass in his hand. He saw that the needle on the compass was spinning wildly, and finally flames gradually emerged, and it completely destroyed itself.
"Immortal Master!" another disciple shouted. Zhao Zhao turned around and saw a young man at the edge of the crowd, being swept into the air by the wind.
Zhao Zhao flew forward, pulled him down, and dropped him back to where he was. The young man was still in shock and said thank you blankly, "Thank you...thank you."
"ah!"
One after another, more and more disciples were blown up, leaving Pei Ze, who was left behind, in a panic, protecting the disciples one by one, while Meng Xuan'an, who was in front, stood calmly in the distance without making any movement.
In the dim light, Zhao Zhao looked at his figure and suddenly felt very strange.
"Ahhh, why won't this wind stop?" The strong wind lasted for a quarter of an hour, and everyone present was unable to take care of themselves except for the two immortals.
Zhao Zhao merged into the Zhaoxue Sword and fiercely buried the sword into the sand. Some disciples could not stand steadily, so they grabbed the hilt of his sword to steady themselves.
Half an hour later, the wind finally stopped. Zhao Zhao looked around and found that almost one-third of the disciples were missing.
"What should I do? Bai Yuexi is missing."
"And Xie Wenqin! Wenqin is missing too!"
“…”
One after another, disciples reported to Meng Xuan'an and Pei Ze.
However, no one knew that this was just a small welcome gift from Hell.
"Look what that is?!" a disciple pointed ahead and asked in surprise.
When everyone heard this, they looked and saw a city suddenly appearing in the empty wasteland in the distance. A faint blood-colored aura floated above it, which looked sinister and strange.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see the sudden strangeness of this city, but Meng Xuan'an insisted on letting them in.
Pei Ze, who couldn't help but rush forward and grab his collar, "What nonsense are you talking about? Can't you see that something is wrong?"
After a pause, realizing that he really couldn't see, he added, "Although you really can't see, didn't your mind report the situation ahead to you? You let them go to their deaths in this situation?"
Meng Xuan'an calmly brushed his hand away, ignoring him, and said to the disciples behind him, "Danger and opportunity coexist. Don't you want to improve your strength?"
Some disciples hesitated, while others were terrified. “But, this place is really scary.”
Meng Xuan'an chuckled, "This is what hell is like. Just get used to it."
"What about the other lost disciples?" someone asked.
Meng Xuan'an turned around, raised his hand and pointed in one direction, saying slowly, "Look, aren't they all there?"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and found that on the city walls and around the palace, there were soldiers made of clay standing, and on the spears in the soldiers' hands were hung their lost fellow disciples.
They were all unconscious and tied up by some unknown vines.
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