"Is this a sandstorm?"

The invisible power barrier allowed countless monks in Juesha City to marvel at the miraculous craftsmanship between heaven and earth without any harm.

The red sand in the sky is like a tornado rising straight into the sky. Looking around, the land outside the city is filled with storms formed by red tornadoes.

"This place is too dangerous." Several people couldn't help but look at the formation that protected the city. It looked too thin.

"If someone takes advantage of this to cause trouble, I'm afraid most people in this city will not survive."

"Someone is leaving the city." Suddenly, a person pointed in the direction of the city gate. In order to get the information as soon as possible, they found a small courtyard near the city gate.

"Are we going out?"

"Wait a moment, don't worry, after all, this Red Sand Storm will last for ten years." Bai Zijiang narrowed his eyes. He wanted to know the mortality rate of going out of the city in this kind of weather. After all, compared to those natives of the Red Sand Territory, the four of them must

It is below the average mortality rate.

After hearing his explanation, the other three people also understood and no longer worried about it.

"Let's go buy the Red Scorpion Beast first."

After a few days, they finally saw clearly that all the monks who left the city were carrying two or more red scorpions. This thing is naturally adapted to the red sand field and may bring greater survival power to the monks.

In the storm, Mu Chunqiu looked at the rioting spiritual energy in front of him and the red dragon scroll devouring countless monks. He found that his power could no longer snatch souls from the dragon scroll.

"The strength is not enough." He sighed and looked over again, "Do you really have to rush to the nearest place?"

"It doesn't seem like a bad thing."

After months of observation, he already understood why those people showed up here despite the sandstorm.

The arrival of huge red sand storm natural disasters is not a bad thing for the former. They have rolled up a huge amount of red sand in the entire territory. Similarly, they have also brought some things that are usually buried deep in the earth to the surface of the water.

All of my things are precious spiritual objects, and there are even magic weapons among them.

"Magic weapon, if there is a magic weapon, I would dare to kill it directly, right?"

"Wealth and honor are found in danger."

Licking his lips, Mu Chunqiu stepped forward resolutely.

But at the next moment, the storm suddenly eroded over, the vast yellow sand submerged all the power, and a bloody mouth disappeared in the hazy red sand.

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"Red Sand Fish? The only ferocious beast in the Red Sand Domain besides Red Scorpions. They only appear when sandstorms come and usually sleep deep in the Red Sand Land."

In Juesha City, the four people absorbed all the information about the Red Sand Region like sponges absorbing water.

"They can escape from the ground, see the red sand like the ocean, and fly into the sky. They are the only overlord in the natural disasters of sandstorms. Every red sand fish has at least the Zifu mirror cultivation level. After they are born, they feed on the red sand and hide deep in the

Deep in the earth, only those who have reached the Zifu Mirror are qualified to see the light. It is precisely because this process is too long that they do not like any light and can only come out to look for food when sandstorms block out the sky."

"In the recipe, there are red scorpions, and most of them are humans."

"This is the most dangerous time for human monks, but for countless years, there are still monks who have been forging ahead in the red sand storm."

"Under the sandstorm, endless resources are revealed. Every monk who is determined to be stronger will not miss this opportunity."

"A city, a magic weapon. Only a magic weapon can suppress the red sand and prevent the red scorpions or red sand fish from attacking from the depths. Likewise, only a magic weapon has the strength to stand firm in the red sand storms for countless years."

"This is also the reason why the city is not too worried about someone making trouble. The magic weapon is controlled by the powerful, and basically nothing happens. But if other cities want to attack, the prerequisite is to have a second magic weapon. This is simply more difficult than a direct attack.

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For more than half a year, Bai Zijiang and the four finally figured out the situation in the red sand area, especially about the red sand storm.

"Get ready to leave the city." The four people's eyes were blazing. The spiritual objects under the sandstorm were what they longed for, especially the spiritual objects that appeared by chance only once in decades. They were too precious.

This is obviously something that Dasheng cannot provide.

"You have to return to the city once in a year, otherwise the true energy in your body will not be able to withstand the erosion of the sandstorm." To be on the safe side, several people set this cycle at eight months.

Dasheng, Xiling King City, Wu Yixian walked out of an ordinary courtyard, his eyes slightly focused.

He was a little helpless. He never expected that the red sand region was so far away from Dasheng.

"Can the four of them do it alone?" Wu Yixian already had the answer in his heart.

"It all depends on their own fate, or when Brother Lin shows up, he may be able to find a solution."

With a sigh, Wu Yixian returned to the palace. He had just broken through to the Yuanxiang realm. He also needed time to retreat and absorb the inheritance. Unless the spiritual land in the palace was not very effective for him, he did not want to leave here.

There is no time in seclusion, and the loss of time is a fleeting time for those with stronger cultivation.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Bai Zijiang and the four people in the Red Sand Domain once again embarked on their return journey.

Only this time, their luck was not as smooth as before.

Roar~

The thick red sand was endless, and the four of them soon fell into a situation where they could not see their fingers. Neither their souls nor their true energy could allow them to penetrate this unknown thickness of red sand.

"Quick! Rush out!" Bai Zijiang roared under the red sand, and his true energy continued to flow above his head, helping the red scorpion under his feet to relieve the pressure.

The faint violent fluctuations in the red sand made everyone uneasy. Although the movement was far away, once the moment approached, it would be their death.

"The red sand fish in the Yuan Xiang Realm are definitely." They felt the uneasiness of the red scorpions beneath them. They were much more sensitive to the current environment than humans.

"More than..." A voice just remembered, followed by a scream.

The cry contained countless emotions, including anger, fear, panic, and unwillingness to admit defeat. It lasted for a long time, while the other three Bai Zijiang could only remain silent, allowing it to appear intermittently in their ears.

They can't make too much noise now. Under the red sand, they are definitely no match for Red Scorpion and Red Sand Fish. As for the fellow disciple, they can only pray for him silently.

I don't know how long it took, but Bai Zijiang finally saw the hazy moonlight above his head and the sandstorm that was still going on.

He quickly looked around and saw that two people at the door of Yujing Tower also appeared, but the one who was targeted never appeared.

"Let's go! Our situation cannot stay any longer." He gritted his teeth and made the right decision.

However... boom!

There was a loud noise, and then a shadow fell in front of them. It was a red sand fish that was tens of thousands of meters long.

Before the three of them could be frightened, Red Shark's whole body erupted with dark green light. Mu Chunqiu came out from the huge wound holding a weird sword. The dark green background behind him made him look particularly weird.
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