The hurricane roared fiercely, and yellow sand flew all over the sky, obscuring the sight. Although the night operation was not as painful as the high temperature, it also increased the danger.
After entering the desert, Zhuo Yifan no longer suppressed his meditation power, and shot his spiritual power in all directions of the desert, and the pictures radiated back to his soul. In the far-reaching and boundless desert, if there is no spiritual power to help determine the direction, you will soon get lost.
And then languish until death.
The group of people moved forward slowly, and Zhuo Yifan was so excited that everyone's spirits tightened into a straight line. They held weapons tightly in their hands, holding their spiritual power and fists, ready to take action at any time.
"Brother Zhuo, it's all thanks to you. Without your protection, each of us would be turned into a native by this yellow sand. But if this continues, the mental loss will be great." Zhou Muqiu glanced at Zhuo Yi with envy.
Fan.
Around the five people, there is always a pair of invisible big hands protecting them. It is naturally the "Hand of Shura", which can isolate everything and block out the yellow sand, making all five people in the team spotless.
After experiencing the experience of the forest, Lan Shuang'er unknowingly stepped into the innate spiritual realm from acquired physical training. In other words, the person with the lowest level in the team is also an innate spiritual realm, and can use spiritual power to transform into a spiritual shield to protect himself.
.But doing so consumes a lot of physical energy. Zhuo Yifan also took this into consideration before setting up a protective layer to help everyone save physical energy.
How powerful is Shura's hand? Everyone has seen it.
At the beginning, Zhuo Yifan relied on this move to withstand the "Blizzard Killing Power" of the second-level Jindan master Fengchaoxue with the span of two realms. It was so powerful that it was incomparable. All fools knew that to activate it
This kind of soul technique consumes a lot of mental energy, but Zhuo Yifan continued to use it for the sake of Fengsha, which made everyone worried.
When going out, especially on missions, the most taboo thing is to save strength and conserve your stamina on the road. If you encounter a powerful enemy and are killed due to lack of stamina, it will definitely be a ridiculous thing in the world.
"Don't worry, it's okay..." Zhuo Yifan naturally saw everyone's concerns. He just smiled and didn't explain anything. He cultivates the soul of the devil and has two big spiritual brains. If you include the Lord of the Rings,
Then there are three spiritual brains. The spiritual power is three times that of ordinary monks! Such power cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.
Along the way, he always used the "Hand of Shura" to set up this invisible protective umbrella, silently protecting everyone. His expression was content and leisurely, as if he was floating in the sky, floating like an immortal, and his spiritual power was as vast as a big river.
No restrictions, inexhaustible.
This surprised everyone. They always felt that Zhuo Yifan seemed a little different.
"Brother Zhuo." Lan Shuang'er exclaimed, "You seem to have changed a lot, you have a very good temperament! You are completely different from before!"
"Haha? What did I look like before?" Zhuo Yifan found it funny.
"Originally, he was just handsome! Now he has become even more handsome! And he has the demeanor of a master!" Lan Shuang'er said with a smile.
"This is all the advice of Mr. Lan. The master led me in, and I practice on my own. With constant tempering, my understanding of the soul has become more thorough. This little mental power is nothing." Zhuo Yifan thought about it, and then
He thought of Mr. Lan, that cute and irritating old man. It was he who opened up his world of soul cultivation and allowed him to see a unique way of cultivation.
"Brother Zhuo, in the past few days in the stone palace, your spiritual brain realm should have reached the state of soul-exiting, right? Your strength has improved rapidly, and you will definitely shine in the blood tower competition in a month. Between us and you
The gap is getting bigger and bigger.”
Guan Yu said a little discouraged, living in the blood prison, if you don't have a certain strength, it is really a fatal thing. Without strength, you will only be bullied. Without strength, you can only be stepped on forever. You will never be able to hold your head up.
She couldn't find a way out. She desperately wanted to gain strength, not only to become stronger, but also to kill her enemies with her own hands.
In fact, everyone in the team has their own pursuits and goals. They work together to become stronger, to get ahead, and to leave their own reputation on the mainland.
"Each of you will be strengthened! I told you that you will never come back empty-handed when you come to the desert this time! Now is not the time to worry about these things, cheer me up! I see fighting ahead, and there seems to be something going on! Hurry!
Come!"
The spiritual brain state has reached the state of ecstasy, coupled with the meditation power of 3.0, the power of soul radiation is by no means comparable to anyone in the team. Although the others did not feel anything was wrong, they still chose to believe Zhuo Yifan unconditionally.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
From the sand dunes in the distance, there was an extremely shrill scream, but it was extremely sharp and harsh. It was simply the howl of a wild beast!
"That's..."
Hearing this heartbreaking scream, everyone's heart was in their throats. The five people were a hundred meters away from the source of the sound, releasing their mental power to explore the situation ahead. Under the sand dune that obscured people's sight, there was actually
They were all corpses bleeding out!
There were more than a dozen corpses, all of them with majestic faces like ghosts. Everyone's face was full of horror, as if they had suffered great pain.
Wow! The dark red blood is like a spring, seeping out from the broken Taoist robes on the corpses. Behind these dozens of Taoist robes, there is a dignified image of an ink dragon riding on the clouds. There is a blue dragon ball under the dragon's claws.
, with the word "Xuan" printed on it.
"Xixuantong? They are actually people from Xuantong Courtyard! It seems that the aura of these people is at least at the peak of the late innate spiritual realm. Why did they die so miserably!" Le Shi felt a chill all over his body. However,
, but at this moment, the corpse under the sand dune regenerated heresy.
Cuckoo!
Following several strange noises, these corpses suddenly shriveled up, as if they had been sucked dry of essence by some kind of monster in an instant. Under this terrifying and unknown force, they gradually shrank, their bodies were hunched, their limbs were twisted into a ball, and their heads were covered with black hair.
They all became dry and pale. As the last layer of skin and flesh was sucked away, dazzling white bones were exposed, and there was no trace of flesh and blood in these people's bodies.
Dark moon, miserable wind, white bones, fishy sand...
These scenes are simply hell on earth!
Lan Shuang'er and Guan Yu quickly withdrew their meditation power, not daring to look any further.
Zhuo Yifan gasped.
"What's going on!" Everyone felt horrified, and their hearts were completely covered by fear. The deaths of these people were so weird! It was as if their flesh and blood had been eaten away by something, but what exactly were these things?
"It must be the quicksand ant!" Zhou Muqiu has not yet activated his meditation power and lacks mental strength, but while listening, he also guesses the identity of this terrifying creature: "The quicksand ant is pervasive. Once surrounded, no one can escape. And it has the ability to reproduce.
It is extremely powerful and can build an ant nest with the help of flesh and blood, absorbing blood essence and reproducing offspring at the same time. It is very difficult! We must..."
Before Zhou Muqiu finished speaking, Zhuo Yifan suddenly twitched his ears and looked at the bloody sand dune. There seemed to be some slight movement coming from there.
He quietly turned his magic pupil around, and the surrounding wind and sand slowed down instantly, and a soul inspection radiated out.
I saw that the sand dunes in the distance had long been covered by countless golden bugs, mixed with the sand. If Zhuo Yifan hadn't used the magic pupil to see into the soul, it would have been difficult to spot them.
Zhuo Yifan looked at the overwhelming formation, his eyes stagnated at first, and his expression suddenly changed drastically: "Quickly retreat! The quicksand ants have noticed us!"