The midday sun scorched the sand dunes, as if it was setting the entire desert on fire.
Deep in the desert, far away from the 200,000 cultivators, three figures appeared on a sand dune, clearly saying that Luo Shang and Ximen were unlucky!
Chengyan squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand at his feet. The sand slowly slipped from his fingertips. His face 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 Gobi 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 rely 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 level 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 a strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in their hearts. This sense of crisis came so quickly, and even they didn't understand why.
Appear.
A sandstorm has blown up 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, resisting the wind and sand from the outside and preventing the wind and sand from getting close to them.
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 are not the original residents of Qingshui City, so they don't know how to deal with so many salon papers.
"Let's all break up 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 roll. The salon roll was just an anomaly caused by the weather, and it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of these people. Besides, the desert
There are a total of twenty places in the city, and each place has ten thousand cultivators. If these ten thousand cultivators take action, one 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.
It fell, but its size 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 scroll became bigger and bigger, and they got closer and closer. There was no sign of collapse. Finally, everyone began to have a trace of fear on their faces. Two hundred thousand cultivators
Everyone started to get restless!
"There is something weird in the salon papers, everyone, please back off!"
Some people have noticed 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 scrolls grew bigger and bigger, and the sand kept roaring and pounced ferociously on the cultivators. 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 fled quickly.
The person was unable to escape from the strong suction of the tornado, and was directly sucked into the tornado. He screamed in rage inside, 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 avoided those salon rolls with fear, but the salon rolls always followed them, devouring batch after batch.
A group 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" appears in the desert, then the desert will be a perfect battlefield for them!
But how could Sikong Qiwen be a Tuyumeng demon? Even if he was a Tuyumeng demon, how could it be possible to control so many salon volumes with the power of a single Youmen 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 bizarre.
Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing!
Everyone’s expressions changed greatly! Could Sikong Qiwen be a member of the demon tribe?
The Sharon Scroll couldn't stop swallowing every cultivator. All kinds of cultivators were sucked into the Salon Scroll. Their horrified voices dissipated in the Salon 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 his seal?
Mu Yu struggled to stand up, and both Xiaoshuai and Long Teng jumped on his shoulders. Mu Yu panted heavily, and he felt very weak. After using the formation technique, too much life force was extracted.
He couldn't hold on either.
"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 was originally the most vibrant thing in the world. However, the Wood Spirit Sword only trembled slightly and did not move. It was killed by the Styx Grass.
After being infected by Qi, the vitality in his body is no longer pure and cannot 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 Koyu cannot take the vitality from the plants. His situation at this moment is no longer optimistic!
"Whoosh!"
The sand under Mu Yu's feet suddenly turned violently, instantly forming a curtain of sand 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 Xiao Shuai have to do with the Shadow Sword? Mu Yu was 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...
It's like being reborn.
But the curtain of sand around him had already covered Mu Yu! At this moment, Mu Yu had no time to escape. The spiritual shield he had built up around him was actually 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 walked slowly past each sand sculpture, his eyes filled with hot brown light. Then he suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. The sound was extremely distant, like a whistle of some kind of calling, and then the restored Death Gobi suddenly became violent.
The ground trembled.
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 vortex of quicksand in the center.
A spire gradually began to emerge in the middle of the vortex, followed by the first floor, the second floor... and then slowly stopped after seven floors emerged. A rough estimate shows that each floor of the tower is about ten meters high.
The seventh floor is seventy meters!
The appearance of this seven-story tower is red, and the body of the tower is engraved with strange reliefs. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a battle scene between various human races and the Yumon Demon Race and the Monster Race. It is very spectacular!
Sikong Qiwen looked at the seven-story strange tower, and the fanatical look in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Sand Eagle Linglong! The token of the Sand Eagle Demon King!