On the desert, two yellow dragons were constantly extending their bodies forward. They were the two people moving with their extraordinary body movements, and the yellow sand under them was skewed by the wind they raised.

Long Tian and Zhang Wuji are both figures with outstanding light skills, but Long Tian won with the agility of Lingbo Weibu, while Zhang Wuji completely used brute force.

The so-called brute force is not the power of the flesh, but the power of the great success of the Nine Yang Divine Art. After squeezing the acupoints of the body with a Qi bag of Qiankun and successfully practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art to the highest level, Zhang Wuji now has great power in every move. The dragon and heaven move up the Lingbo microsteps, without any trace on the sand, and the sand will only be blown by the wind he brought. Zhang Wuji stepped into the desert with one step, and sand would collapse a few feet deep sand pits, and the yellow sand splashed and knocked out small pits from the dunes.

The two of them had a very fast pace, but in just over a day, they had already crossed the desert, and the snow peaks at the top appeared in front of them again.

Seven Shan Peaks were inserted on the snow field like sharp swords. The mountains were extremely steep. Only a few places had iron chains for people to grasp. Other places were mountains with extremely large slopes. The several high cliffs between Shan Peaks made people dizzy. As long as there were several masters guarding the top of the mountain, hundreds of people would not be afraid of attacking.

This is the seventh top thirteen cliffs, which is the natural barrier of the Ming Cult's General Assembly, and it is also the biggest reliance for the Ming Cult's members to dare to compete for the big sects in the world and the court. With such an easy-to-defense and difficult-to-attack place, the Jianghu Zhengdao Martial Arts World wants to truly enter the so-called Demon Cult's General Assembly, but I don't know how many lives it will cost.

Now there is only snow on this Shan Peak, but no one is guarding it. Long Tian knew that most of the people were used by Yang Xiao to intercept the righteous paths of the martial arts world, and naturally relaxed the defense of the seventh top thirteen cliffs. Such a natural trap was almost considered a place where no one could sneak into.

"Brother Long, the mountains here are so dangerous... Compared to this, the two snow-capped mountains behind Lianhuanzhuang are like toys piled up by children." Standing under these several mountains, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh.

If it were others, they might feel that Zhang Wuji would belittle his own things in front of the owner of Long Tian, ​​and that he would be too polite. However, Long Tian knew that this was exactly what Zhang Wuji was so valuable.

"The Seventh Top Thirteen Cliffs is a wonderful place that Ming Cult has been looking for for a long time before finding. Where can Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang compare with?"

Long Tianyao looked at the several shan peaks and smiled heartily and said, "Wuji, take a look. Maybe everything you see will belong to you in a few days!"

After Long Tian finished speaking, he pointed his foot gently, and his whole body had already flew away from the cliff where they were, and rushed to the opposite Shan Peak. Zhang Wuji was curious and wanted to ask again. Suddenly, he remembered that Long Tian had reminded him not to speak loudly in the snow-capped mountains. Then he swallowed the questions that had come to his mouth again, stepped on his heel, leaving only a small pit of foot depth in the place.

While climbing the mountain and crossing the cliff, Long Tian secretly praised the people who chose this place as the main hall for the Ming Cult. This place not only eliminates the influence of the Central Plains regime to the greatest extent, but also uses the great power of nature to serve as a natural barrier. Without certain martial arts, those slutty people could not sneak into the top of the light.

But for a master of innate level like Long Tian, ​​it is a bit too little to see.

The toes were just a little above Shan Peak, and Long Tian could fly out a very long distance. After several times, he had already walked through this natural danger and saw the famous Ming Cult's headquarters Guangmingding Pin from afar.

The so-called Guangming Peak is actually a very flat shan peak with a mountain top that is blocked behind the seventh peak and thirteen cliffs. Several colorful flags are floating in it, and countless courtyards are located in it. In addition to some snow, there are large white rocks, which shine in the sun, and golden light is reflected.

After seeing it, Long Tian couldn't help but exclaim: "Beautiful scenery, perfect match!"

"Why is Brother Long amazed?"

Zhang Wuji, who arrived later, looked at the Shan Peak with golden light shining like flames. Although he also admired the wonderfulness of it, he didn't know why Long Tian was amazed.

Long Tian knew that although Zhang Wuji was very good at martial arts, he was young after all. He had been in a place without anyone in twenty years. He didn't know the story of the world. So he explained: "The Ming Cult was passed down from the Zoroastrianism in Persia in the Western Regions. It advocated light and flames in its doctrine. This light peak is not only protected by natural dangers, but also with such a glory. There is no other place in the world that is so suitable for the Ming Cult. Wuji, what do you think here?"

"It is indeed a rare wonderful place in the world..." After hearing Long Tian's statement, Zhang Wuji felt a deeper feeling, and secretly sighed at the mystery and magic of nature in his heart.

After hearing this, Long Tian stood on the top of the peak and tapped the Fire-like Shan Peak with his fingers, and smiled and said, "If I want Wuji, you are in charge of the Ming Cult on this Guangming Top, would you like?"

"Leading the Ming Cult?!"

Although Long Tian has always been confused and Zhang Wuji has many speculations, he has never thought that Long Tian would have such a plan.

"Brother Long, I didn't expect you to make jokes. I'm just a young man. If you don't mention the left envoy of Guangming, Yang Xiao, just because I'm worse than those two people yesterday who said they couldn't be as good as Wei Yixiao, how could I be the leader of the Ming Cult?"

Zhang Wuji just paused for a moment and found a reason for Long Tian’s statement to believe it, that is, Long Tian was 187 joking with him.

Long Tian shook his head, looked at Guangmingding with a look of contempt, full of boundless domineering aura: "Wuji, this is no joke. If you call me Brother Long, I will definitely not treat you badly. Your current martial arts cultivation is even among the world and is considered the first level. How can you not be the leader of the Ming Cult? Besides, you have a lot of relationship with the Ming Cult... Forget it, you will know after a while. Let's sneak into Guangmingding first, and I will talk to you about the others."

After Long Tian finished speaking, Lingbo's slight steps moved quietly, like a faint shadow floating down from the top of the top of the throne, steadily landing on the top of the light dozens of meters away.

Zhang Wuji did not avoid his loud voice and attracted attention. He only concentrated the internal force of the Nine Yang at his feet. Once he moved, he stepped out of a deep hole on the cliff, like a cannonball to rush straight to the top of Guangming.

Although Zhang Wuji had tried his best to reduce movement, the sound of breaking through the air in his body attracted the attention of the Ming Cult disciples guarding the Guangming Plate. Several Ming Cult disciples wearing white clothes and a red flame embroidered on their left chests searched around for a while, but they showed no signs before leaving.

What about Long Tian and the others? They lurked into the depths of the Light Top early on, so how could they wait for others to investigate?
Chapter completed!