The midday sun scorched the sand dunes, as if it was setting the entire desert on fire.
Deep in the desert, far away from 200,000 cultivators, three figures appeared on a sand dune. They were Chengyan, Luo Shang and Ximen Xunxiang!
Chengyan squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand at his feet. The sand slowly slipped from his fingertips. His expression was stern: "The problem is serious!"
"You have to go to Mu Yu's place quickly!" Luo Shang said in a deep voice.
Unfortunately, Ximen restrained his cynical smile for the first time and followed Chengyan and Luo Shang toward the Desert of Death without saying a word.
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Near the Death Gobi.
This desert is vast and endless, with only the oasis Qingshui City in the center.
At this moment, there are countless cultivators gathered in twenty places in the entire desert. These cultivators relied on the mirage formation arranged by Master Lu and Situ Yangtian to watch the scene of the Gobi Death in the distance.
All 200,000 cultivators, without exception, saw how Sikong Qiwen's cultivation suddenly increased dramatically, and how he defeated Tian Jiancheng in the integration stage with one blow.
Then the terrifying laughter clearly resonated in everyone's ears, making people shiver!
Desert funeral, what does it mean
Many cultivators stared at each other in confusion. They didn't understand what Sikong Qiwen was talking about, but they suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in their hearts. This sense of crisis came so quickly, even they didn't understand why it happened.
A sandstorm has broken out in the desert, and yellow sand has begun to fly all over the sky and scatter in all directions.
Sandstorms are not a terrible thing for cultivators. Anyone with a little bit of cultivation knows how to deal with sandstorms and will not be affected by sandstorms.
Spiritual power surged from everyone's body to resist the sweeping wind and sand, preventing the wind and sand from getting closer.
However, they soon discovered something was wrong!
The sandstorm in the desert began to sputter, dancing with the strong wind, swirling constantly, forming salon rolls of sand.
The salon rolls burst out with powerful tearing force and began to attack the densely packed cultivators. There were no less than a few hundred rolls in number, and the power of each roll was getting stronger and stronger!
"Where did this tornado come from?"
Everyone felt something was wrong. This was the first time that such majestic salon rolls were seen in the desert. The number was beyond everyone's imagination.
Most of these 200,000 cultivators are outsiders and not the original residents of Qingshui City, so they don't know how to deal with so many salon papers.
"Let's all scatter these salon rolls together! Don't look at them and affect your mood." Someone suggested.
Everyone had the same idea, and soon everyone began to use their magic weapons to blast towards the salon. The salon volume is just an anomaly caused by the weather, and is not worth mentioning in the eyes of these people. Besides, there are a total of twenty places in the desert, and each place has ten thousand cultivators. If these ten thousand cultivators take action, you can imagine the terrifying power!
However, when the cultivator's spiritual power hit the dragon scroll, the entire dragon scroll was not scattered by thousands of cultivators as imagined. On the contrary, all the salon scrolls suddenly swallowed up all the spiritual power of the cultivator. fell, but its own volume suddenly increased by no less than ten times!
"How is this going?"
Many people did not believe in evil and continued to kill the magic weapons in their hands. However, the salon volume became larger and larger, and got closer and closer, without any sign of collapse. Finally, everyone's faces began to show a hint of fear, and the two hundred thousand cultivators began to become restless!
"There is something weird in the salon volume, everyone, please back off!"
Some people have noticed that something is wrong and want to leave. However, they are surrounded by desert and have long been surrounded by the terrifying salon rolls. Several cultivators on the periphery have been swallowed up by the salon rolls before they have time to escape!
The salon volume grew bigger and bigger, the sand kept roaring, and ferociously pounced on the cultivator. All the cultivators in the desert began to run away in panic. People with high cultivation levels ran away quickly, but those with low cultivation levels were unable to escape from the strong suction of the tornado and were directly sucked into the tornado. He screamed in fright and anger, and soon became silent!
"Come and watch my competition. I always charge a small fee for admission. Each of you will become my work of art under my salon roll!"
Sikong Qiwen's cold laughter spread throughout the desert, ringing in everyone's ears! Everyone avoids those salon scrolls with fear, but the salon scrolls always follow them, devouring batch after batch of cultivators!
No one thought that the salon volume in the desert was actually caused by Sikong Qiwen!
"How could Sikong Qiwen control so much sand? This is completely impossible. Could it be that he is a Tuyumeng demon?"
A terrible thought spread in everyone's heart. I don't know who shouted, and endless fear suddenly enveloped everyone's heart.
If the "Tuyumeng Demon Tribe" appeared in the desert, then the desert would be a perfect battlefield for them!
But how could Sikong Qiwen be a Tuyoumeng demon? Even if he is a Tuyumen demon, how can it be possible to control so many salon volumes with the power of just one Yumen demon
"After experiencing the funeral in the desert, you will all be reborn as the subjects of the Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing. You should feel honored." Sikong Qiwen laughed wildly, and his eyes turned brown, like grains of sand. , weird and mysterious.
Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing!
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically! Could it be that Sikong Qiwen is from the demon tribe
The Sharon Scroll couldn't stop devouring every cultivator. All kinds of cultivators were sucked into the Sharon Scroll. Their horrified voices dissipated in the Sharon Scroll in a blink of an eye, leaving not even a single bone left!
"If we work together to rush out, there must be a glimmer of hope of escape!"
In less than a moment, one-tenth of the cultivators had been swallowed by the salon scroll, and the remaining cultivators had completely become trapped beasts!
The tornadoes coming from all directions surrounded all cultivators, and the powerful tearing force was raging. Once anyone got too close and blinked, they would disappear in the huge tornado!
"Rush out? I have put all my effort into creating such a huge and powerful battle among the immortals just to lure you cultivators here. Where do you want to escape to?"
Sikong Qiwen smiled wildly, and his voice resounded through the sky like thunder, shocking everyone!
Is this battle between immortals just a gimmick deliberately created by Sikong Qiwen
But what is Sikong Qiwen’s purpose? Is it to help the Sand Eagle Demon King break free from the seal
Mu Yu struggled to stand up, and both Xiao Shuai and Long Teng jumped on his shoulders. Mu Yu panted heavily. He felt very weak. After using the formation technique, too much life force was extracted, and even he could not hold on.
"Life force, I need life force, wood spirit."
Mu Yu grabbed the Wood Spirit Sword and wanted to extract the life force from it, because it turned out to be the most vibrant thing in the world. But the Wood Spirit Sword only trembled slightly and made no movement. After it was infected by the death energy of the Styx Grass, its vitality was no longer pure, and it was unable to provide real vitality to Mu Yu!
The vast surrounding area has been surrounded by tens of thousands of salon scrolls. There is not a single plant. The absence of plants means that Mu Yu cannot take the vitality from the plants. His situation at this moment is no longer optimistic!
"Uh-huh!"
The sand under Mu Yu's feet suddenly turned violently, and instantly formed a sand curtain to wrap Mu Yu inside. The sand rotated and flew around Mu Yu, and the huge aura instantly pressed down on Mu Yu!
Xiaoshuai slapped his head, snatched the Shadow Sword from Mu Yu's hand, and muttered: "Mu Yu, the life force you need is in the Shadow Sword. When you used the formation just now, your life force did not flow away, but was absorbed by it. The Shadow Sword is firmly imprisoned in the sword!"
Its little claws quickly drew across the Shadow Sword. As if responding to Xiaoshuai, the Shadow Sword actually lit up with green light, and then Xiaoshuai returned the Shadow Sword to Mu Yu.
Mu Yu held the Shadow Sword, and he clearly felt that the life force on the Shadow Sword was slowly moving, and then it turned back to Mu Yu intact!
What does Xiaoshuai's division of shadow sword have to do with it? Mu Yu is too lazy to ask. He felt that something that had passed through his body had gradually recovered. The feeling of weakness had left him, and his whole person seemed to be reborn.
But the sand curtain around him has already covered Mu Yu! At this moment, Mu Yu had no time to escape. The spiritual shield he had built up around his body was swallowed up by the sand, and even the formation pattern could not escape!
This sand is really weird!
"You two hold on to me!"
Mu Yu shouted loudly, and his whole body merged into the Wood Spirit Sword. Then the sand curtain covered the Wood Spirit Sword tightly in the blink of an eye, surrounding it into a sand sculpture!
Not only him, but in the blink of an eye, two hundred thousand cultivators were completely eroded by the sky full of salon scrolls. Even the cultivators in the combined stage were able to escape. Only Sikong Qiwen was left alive in the entire desert. !
The salon scrolls gradually dispersed, and a figure stood in the desert.
These are the 200,000 cultivators who came to watch the battle. A quarter of an hour ago, they were still real people who could move. However, at this time, each cultivator's body was tightly wrapped in sand, turning into a sand sculpture. Still maintaining the last movement of struggling to escape!
Sikong Qiwen slowly walked past each sand sculpture, his eyes filled with hot brown light. Then suddenly he looked up to the sky and roared. The sound was extremely distant, like a whistle of some kind of call, and then the restored Death Gobi suddenly began to tremble violently.
The quicksand around the Death Gobi was running faster and faster, and then the Death Gobi began to crack and move, moving to a mysterious position, leaving a whirlpool of quicksand in the center.
A spire gradually began to emerge in the middle of the vortex, followed by the first level, the second level... and then slowly stopped after emerging seven levels. According to a rough estimate, each floor of the tower is about ten meters high, and these seven floors are 70 meters!
The appearance of this seven-story tower is crimson, and the body of the tower is carved with strange reliefs. If you look closely, it looks like a battle scene between various human races and the Yumeng Demon Race and the Monster Race. It is very spectacular!
Sikong Qiwen looked at the seven-story strange tower, and the fanaticism in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Sha Ying Linglong! The token of the Sand Eagle Demon King!