Under the moonlit night, Ye Peitian stood alone on the empty desert.
The cold wind blew through, carrying a thin layer of silver sand, like waves, rippling away on the rolling sand dunes, making a unique sound in the desert.
Countless saints in armor and armed with weapons surrounded him in the center of a huge circle.
The weapons carefully crafted by those high-level demon bodies faintly reflect the light of various colors under the moonlight, which is powerful and cold.
But their owners are not as calm and calm as they are at the moment.
These numerous besiegers had to admit that when they faced the only enemy in front of them, their hearts were still full of tension and fear.
Ye Peitian has always lived alone in the center of this desert, but his castle made of yellow sand appears and disappears in the boundless desert. Only this time, for some unknown reason, not only did the castle stay in the same location for a whole month, but Ye Peitian himself didn't escape when they were besieged, but was blocked by them, saving the to save them the trouble of casting their nets to search.
A burly man with a beard came out of the crowd,
"Ye Peitian, you murderous devil, today I, Wang Wei, will seek justice for the Lord Huan of Chuncheng and the many brothers who died at your hands."
Wang Wei was the head of the Spring City Cheetah Mercenary Corps. After Huan Shengjie died, his mind floated and he wanted to compete for the position of the city lord. Therefore, at this moment, he was the first to stand up to provoke the demon Ye Peitian under pressure. His words were righteous and majestic, and his teammates all cheered in cooperation.
Wang Wei held his chest out and looked brave and fearless even in the face of terrifying humans and demons. In fact, as soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his body and went all out to be on guard. The palm of his hand holding the huge shield was even slightly faint. sweating.
He swallowed, ready to meet Ye Peitian's attack at any time.
Unexpectedly, Ye Peitian, who was standing alone in the center of the encirclement, did not respond. His expression was neither fearful nor angry, but turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the empty sand, as if he was concentrating. Thinking about something, he didn't put his current situation in front of him at all.
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Chu Qianxun was crawling in a long and dark tunnel.
This is deep underground, and the small night light illuminates the scene in a small area around her. Behind her is a dark tunnel, and the road in front of her is blocked. Her palm touches the soil wall in front of her. The walls were a little damp and slightly cold.
As she crawled forward, the earth wall in front of her retreated all the way, opening up the road ahead for her.
Chu Qianxun moved very fast. She only hoped to reach the ground as soon as possible and be able to take a look at the situation above. However, the tunnel continued to extend forward.
Until the suffocation caused by the lack of air circulation in the tunnel became more and more obvious, the surrounding sand walls finally became soft.
A bright light appeared ahead, and the tunnel opened.
Chu Qianxun drilled out of the sand cave. In front of him were endless sand dunes and starry sky. There was no one and no castle. She knew that she was far away from where Ye Peitian was.
The sky behind him lit up one after another, and there was a huge and dull roar of power.
Chu Qianxun quickly climbed to the highest sand dune nearby and looked up. Only then did she know how far Ye Peitian had sent her.
Over the place where the castle was not long ago, black thunder rolled in the air, and lightning like silver snakes slashed from the clouds from time to time. On the ground, pillars of fire burned one after another, and the fire almost shone the entire dune red.
In the middle of the period, there are countless different forms of supernatural light, and there is a huge silver eye totem, hanging high on the edge of the battlefield.
Chu Qianxun was lying on the top of the sand dune, silently watching the vigorous battlefield, without moving. She can't do anything, she can only lie here, endure, wait for the end of the battle, and wait for a final result that she can't control.
For the first time, Chu Qianxun began to resent her weakness and incompetence in her heart.
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Ye Peitian finally fell on the dune,
The enemies who took turns besieging him almost couldn't believe their eyes at that moment. They have been fighting to the point of being numb. God knows what price they paid for this moment, how many people died, and how many people were seriously injured in the tyrannical yellow sand.
In fact, before Ye Peitian fell, almost everyone had a fear in their hearts, and they seemed to be terrified that the enemy in front of them would never fall.
The mutilated body was like steel poured into the ground, standing in the yellow sand in the sky, no matter how bloody it was, it seemed that it could not bring him any pain or weakness.
Wang Wei smashed half of the shield in his hand into the sand. This was a high-level defensive weapon that he had built with all his might, but it was damaged in this battle.
Most of the brothers in his team were killed and injured, and even himself was seriously injured. Wang Wei hated in his heart, strode forward, and stepped on Ye Peitian's head into the sand.
He bent down and looked at the person he was stepping on, the flesh on his face trembled uncontrollably, "In order to catch you, I took the lives of so many of my brothers. Now that you have fallen into my hands, grandpa always has Ways to make you regret being reincarnated as a human being."
"Raise your feet." A cold voice came.
The man who spoke was not as burly and stout as Wang Wei, but looked rather gentle and weak.
Wearing a pair of glasses, he followed the two defensive warriors in step.
They came from behind the crowd, and all of them made way quickly and respectfully.
This person is Xin Ziming, the head of the Kirin mercenary group, a spiritual saint of the ninth order.
The ninth rank is the highest existence among the known human saints, and there are very few people who reach this stage. Even Wang Wei didn't dare to disobey the meaning of this man. He restrained his arrogant attitude and slightly bent his back to speak.
"Captain Xin, aren't I too angry? You see, we have killed so many brothers because of this shit. If it wasn't for you to take charge of the overall situation, we still don't know if we can take him down today."
"For such a powerful man, you can hurt him, but you can't insult him." Xin Ziming said coldly.
Hearing these words in Wang Wei's ears, he laughed disdainfully in his heart, Xin Ziming himself is an unprincipled person, and he is notoriously ruthless when he tortures his opponents. Unexpectedly, he would be so embarrassed to pretend to say such high-sounding words. Wang Wei sounded the alarm in his heart, feeling that Xin Ziming was acting in a pretentious manner to rob Ye Peitian.
Xin Ziming looked at the injured beast lying on the sand.
The seriously injured man was half-buried in the yellow sand, his eyes were slightly open as he stared at the grains of sand in front of him, motionless and expressionless, as if he didn't care about his upcoming fate. A large amount of blood was oozing out from under his body, staining the sandy ground red.
Behind Xin Ziming walked out a member of the unicorn. The man was holding a black collar made of unknown materials, and respectfully asked for instructions: "Tuanfu?"
Qilin's team members have always called Xin Ziming the deputy of the regiment, so there has always been a rumor in the outside world that there is a real regimental leader inside Kylin who never appears in front of the world, but no one has ever seen the true face of the regiment leader's Mount Lushan. .
Xin Ziming nodded: "Lock it up."
The man squatted beside Ye Peitian and put the dumb black collar around Ye Peitian's neck. With a series of subtle mechanical sounds, the dull black collar actively adjusted its size and stitched together. He locked Ye Peitian's neck.
"This is a shackle that I designed myself. It is tempered with a small section of the tenth-order monster's demon body that I got by chance. Once you use it, or you attempt to destroy it with external force, its inner circle will pop up several times. A sharp thorn can kill you in an instant." Xin Ziming said.
The man lying on the ground did not resist, almost at the mercy of others, shackles his vitals.
Xin Ziming was silent for a moment, then squatted down, "You used to be merciful to me, but I can't let you go. As long as you stop resisting, I can guarantee that it will not make you suffer, and I will never let others humiliate you. ."
Ye Peitian didn't respond, and he didn't know if he heard what he said.
Xin Ziming stopped paying attention to him, stood up, and made a gesture, "Wrap him up and take it away."
Two saints from the healing department stepped forward, briefly dealt with Ye Peitian's wound, and carried a stretcher, and they were about to put the person on it.
"Captain Xin, is this different from what we said?" Wang Wei stopped those people's movements.
Xin Ziming, who was about to leave, stopped.
"Captain Xin, you're a little unethical, aren't you?" Wang Wei squinted his eyes, showing a smile that was not a smile, "We agreed before we set off that the benefits will be shared equally, do you mean that you want to Swallow it alone?"
The heads of other mercenary groups around him began to nod to echo his words. In the face of the huge temptation, even if they offended the head of the Kirin, they couldn't care less.
Xin Ziming pushed his glasses and sneered, "Why, I just want to take it all alone, do you still want to have another fight with our unicorns here?"
Wang Wei's face was ugly. In the battle just now, because Xin Ziming was a spiritual saint, he had been leading the team to stand in the distance of the battlefield. Kirin's players suffered little serious damage. On the other hand, the Spring City mercenary team they came together suffered heavy casualties and huge consumption of abilities.
Xin Ziming's pervasive mental control ability is really frightening, even if he gathers the power of everyone, he is not sure. What's more, which of these people does not have his own little abacus in his heart
Wang Wei stared at Ye Peitian on the ground, his face was blue and white, it was impossible to give up Ye Peitian, but asking him to fight with Qilin really had no chance of winning.
At this moment, he saw Ye Peitian's lips moved slightly, and vaguely heard him say: "There is no need to rob, everyone has a share."
Then the black collar that was put on the neck of the terrifying man suddenly aroused, the sharp long thorn pierced his neck, and blood gushed out from the pale neck.
The earth began to shake violently, and the entire sand dune seemed to be upside down and overturned. For a while, the sky was dark and the sand flew away.
Wang Wei used his supernatural powers and tried desperately to break free from the sinking sand dunes, but he was horrified to find that his legs were tightly entangled by a stream of solidified quicksand. The supposedly soft yellow sand was like a pair of iron pincers. Clamping his legs tightly, he pulled him all the way into the abyss.
There were ghosts and wolves all around him, and countless companions wailed, struggling towards the sky and reaching out their arms, despairingly sinking into the yellow sand hell with him.
Before being completely annihilated by the yellow sand, he saw Ye Peitian not far from him, the terrifying demon king who created all this, staring at the bright moon in the sky, accompanied by countless creatures captured by him. An abyss that sinks into hell.
In the flying sand and stone, a team member next to Xin Ziming spread a pair of eagle wings on his back, grabbed Xin Ziming and another of his companions in time, and tried his best to fly high into the sky.
And his other companion raised his hand and opened the transparent spherical barrier, blocking the overwhelming yellow sand.
I do not know how long it has been. This hellish scene is slowly ending.
The desert has regained its calm again, and the silver-white sand grains on the smooth and smooth dunes are still flowing slowly under the moonlight. It doesn't seem like it just devoured so many lives.
Xin Ziming slowly descended from the sky with the help of his companions.
On the edge of the dunes, some survivors of the aftermath carefully gathered.
"Tuan... Deputy." Xin Ziming's companion's legs were weak, and he counted the number of people around him in shock, "Fortunately, our people were far away, and basically all escaped."
"Should we dig it down, Ye Peitian is also buried underneath."
Xin Ziming took off his glasses, which were covered in sand and dust, "It's not fortunate, it was someone who kept them."
He put on his clean glasses, glanced at the dead dune, and turned to leave first.
"Let's go, we will no longer participate in Ye Peitian's affairs in the future."
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Chu Qianxun hid in the distance and waited for a long time.
The sky in the desert suddenly turned grey, and even at such a distance, the flying yellow sand still blew her eyes.
She endured the anxiety in her heart and waited until all the earth-shaking movements quieted down before quietly approaching the edge of the battlefield.
On the sand dune that had completely changed the landscape during the war, some people gathered. Those people were desperately digging for something. They dug out one body after another from the sand pile. After identifying it, they all abandoned it.
Chu Qianxun knew that there was only one thing that could make these people so madly rush, but it was obvious that they had not found it yet.
How is Ye Peitian's situation? Chu Qianxun was hiding in the dark. She wanted to know Ye Peitian's situation, but she was worried that that person would be discovered by these greedy and shameless people.
More and more people came from outside the desert, and everyone wanted to get that person's body and to find his buried castle. They spread out like a net, dug three feet into the ground, and turned almost the entire dune over, but no one ever got what they wanted.
Chu Qianxun's heart suddenly moved, she slowly retreated from the hiding place, turned around and ran in one direction.
The sand under her feet made a neat sound as she ran, and Chu Qianxun felt her heart beating faster. She ran faster and faster, running all the way to the position where she had drilled out of the ground.
The entrance of the tunnel had long been buried by yellow sand, and Chu Qianxun controlled the wind power in a small area, digging through the sand and digging all the way down.
The rotating small whirlwind kept rolling up the yellow sand, and a palm was exposed in the sand pit that was dug deeper and deeper.
The skin of the palm is covered with gray dust, but it can still be seen that the texture is well-proportioned, and the knuckles are slender.
It was Ye Peitian's hand.