After the flying saucer captured the entire sect, I became very popular among the stars.

Bai Yue saw that the current location was a cave they had opened on the desert, and Chu Yao was about to rush there.

The senior sister is in seclusion this time to practice some kind of spiritual consciousness and secret technique, not to advance to the golden elixir - she recovered the golden elixir a year ago and is now at the early stage of golden elixir cultivation.

Chu Yao was in the late stage of foundation building. She had been wandering in this realm for a long time and had made a lot of preparations for forming pills.

The motorcycle drew a trail of white smoke over the desert. Chu Yao turned on the music again, and it was still the familiar tune.

While shaking her head and humming along, she took out a bottle of soda from her storage bag and was about to pour it into her mouth when she noticed something strange in front of her when she raised her head.

It seemed like a person was flying...

Chu Yao blinked his eyes and glanced over with his consciousness.

This was a thin old man with a goatee. He had a flying sword that sprayed fire under his feet, and he was running forward desperately - because something was chasing him from behind.

What made Chu Yao curious was not only the flying sword that looked like a rocket skateboard under his feet, but also his clothes: he was wearing a thick robe and cloth shoes, which was very similar to the ancient gods.

Just like in period movies.

His consciousness swept back, and Chu Yao saw a group of familiar people.

This is a group of ferocious-looking desperadoes. They are all naked from the waist up, wearing white masks with visors on their heads, and complex tattoos resembling bugs on their skin. The bone clubs and machine guns in their hands are accompanied by harsh shouts. And waving.

Their name is the Insect Fire Cult. As the name suggests, this is a group of "believers" who believe in Zerg.

However, rather than calling them cultists, it is 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 fell into madness after surviving the war.

They worship the Zerg crazily and believe that the source of all pain comes from the heavenly beings themselves. Only by dedicating their lives and throwing themselves into the arms of the "Insect Mother" can they obtain eternal peace.

The power of the Insect Fire Cult in the wasteland is not small, but Chu Yao only thinks that these crazy people are inexplicable.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of robbers in the name of a sect, and the so-called teachings are just the soliloquy of these madmen. The insect mother they call has never paid attention to their "believers".

At this moment, these believers of the Insect Fire Cult were riding in two modified trucks, stretching out of the vehicle, shouting at the prey ahead:

"Oh ho! Grab that old thing on the rocket skateboard in front, I'm going to dismantle it and make a new pair of flying shoes!"

"Look, he is actually wearing a robe, wearing a robe in the wasteland, hahahaha, he is really not afraid of prickly heat!"

"For Lord Insect Mother! For Lord Insect Mother! Ahhhhhh——"

These Insect Fire Cultists screamed incoherently, making people very worried about their mental state.

That’s all, since you saw it, let’s save it.

Anyway, we are old rivals with this group of people.

Chu Yao twisted his wrist, and the motorcycle sped forward like a flaming meteor.

The huge sound naturally attracted the attention of both parties in front. Seeing the fiery red motorcycle and the woman carrying a double-barreled shotgun on it, another scream broke out from the truck:

"Witch! It's a witch! Shoot! Shoot!!"

"The evil witch, the number one enemy of our religion, suffer death! For the sake of the Insect Mother!"

"For our previously destroyed stronghold! We must punish the witch to death! I will peel off her skin to make a lampshade!"

Those people stopped chasing the old man on the flying sword. The two modified trucks turned sharply on the ground and crashed straight into Chu Yao's direction.

These modified trucks have huge wheels and are covered with sharp iron thorns and barrels. From a distance, they look like ferocious hedgehogs.

Their shells are also decorated with the bones of various zerg. God knows why these guys who believe in zerg use the things they believe in to decorate the car's exterior.

"Kill ah ah ah -" A crazy insect fire cultist held a machine gun in both hands and fired wildly at the red motorcycle not far away.

The same goes for other congregants, 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 to her back, holding the double-barreled shotgun in the palm of her hand. She stretched her arm forward in a firing position, and a streak of purple clouds shot out of the air, hitting the cab of the nearest truck.

This purple cloud is actually the Zihuang Sword.

The action of shooting was just a cover. The old man was still not far away, and she didn't want to be exposed.

After the Purple Sword penetrated the Insect Fire Cultist who was driving, it rushed into the inside of the truck without stopping, as if entering an uninhabited land.

Before they could realize what was happening, the truck's fuel tank had been ignited, and the strong wind from the explosion blew Chu Yao's hair to one side.

The other car followed suit, and Chu Yao ended the battle in a short time.

There is no way, these people are too good.

The only difficulty may be that there are many.

The Insect Fire Cult is spread all over the wasteland, and their numbers are comparable to those of insects.

Under the cover of thick smoke, Chu Yao threw out a few small robots and asked them to find if there was anything valuable left on the Insect Fire Cult's vehicles.

The weird old man hasn't left yet. He stepped on the flying sword and kept breathing heavily, with an undecided look in his eyes as if he was surviving a disaster.

He looked at Chu Yao sitting on the motorcycle, hesitated for a moment, and finally "flyed" forward.

The old man put away his car and bowed to Chu Yao in a decent manner:

"Thank you fellow Taoist for helping me, poor Taoist Qingxuan is very grateful."

Chu Yao looked at the old Taoist priest with a strange expression:

"My surname is Chu, Chu Xiaoye. It's just a matter of convenience to save you, don't worry..." Looking at the old man's dress, Chu Yao was filled with doubts: "Why did you call me fellow Taoist?"

She didn't feel any spiritual energy fluctuations in this person.

This thin old man is just an ordinary person.

"Nowadays, the world is in chaos, pests are everywhere, and all living beings are suffering in hardship and searching for something. Although you and I meet by chance, we are also people struggling in troubled times, but we are looking for different ways. It can be said that we are all Taoist friends in the four seas, Chu The donor naturally deserves to be called a Taoist friend..."

As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand to stroke his goatee, looking like a master.

He just looks like a liar.

Looking at the extinguished steel "Flying Sword" in his hand, Chu Yao couldn't help but smile.

Since leaving Feng Yuan, she hasn't met anyone who speaks like this for a long time.

"What fellow Taoist Qingxuan said is true." Chu Yao deliberately teased him and returned the gesture with cupped fists.

"I just don't know where my friend comes from? Which method does he practice?"

After hearing the question, the old Taoist priest seemed to suddenly change. He stretched out his hand to straighten his gown and cast his eyes firmly into the distance:

"I am a poor man but I am practicing topology!"