Chapter nine hundred and eighty fifth: the way of mutual restraint
Shi Mu frowned slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Not far away from him, Zhao Jian's face also darkened.
After these sand men completely crawled out of the desert, their blurred faces turned, and they all rushed towards Shi Mu and Zhao Jian crazily.
Soon, more than a hundred sand people rushed to Shi Mu's side, all waving their hands and running towards Shi Mu with great momentum.
Shi Mu kicked off the ground with both feet, and his body flew out to one side like lightning. He turned the sky-turning stick in his hand and swept out.
A golden arc of light flew out quickly, like a sharp razor, sweeping over the hundreds of sand people.
"Puff puff"
A series of sounds sounded, and the sand figures shattered in response, turning into a piece of yellow sand and falling on the ground.
However, the arc of light continued unabated in its momentum, rushing straight out for several hundred feet, smashing all the Sandmen it encountered along the way, and clearing a large open space in front of it in the blink of an eye.
On the other side, Zhao Jian also rushed in the direction away from Shi Mu. As he kept waving the halberd in his hand, he emitted bursts of dazzling silver light curtains. While protecting himself without leaking, he also blocked a large area of his body.
The sandman was smashed to pieces.
However, the sand and dust scattered around it condensed again almost as soon as it hit the ground, and once again turned into sand people, crawled out of the ground, surrounded by other sand people rushing around, and continued to move towards
The two of them pounced on each other.
Not long after, Shi Mu and Zhao Jian were more than a thousand feet apart, forming two encirclement circles under the endless siege of sand people around them.
Shi Mu frowned slightly.
In this moment, he had defeated no less than a thousand Sand People. However, the number of Sand People surrounding him showed no sign of decreasing at all, and there was even a feeling that they were killing more and more.
While he was thinking about it, Shi Mu suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle. He looked down and saw a dark brown hand reaching out from the desert and grabbing his ankle tightly, like an iron hoop.
The force was so strong that he couldn't even lift his foot when he lifted it up. However, with such a strong grip, it would naturally not cause any damage to it.
Shi Mu pointed his finger as a knife and swept an arc of light downwards, beating the hand into dust. He stepped back and stepped aside, sweeping the stick in his hand in front of him, defeating hundreds of sandmen again.
Seeing more and more sand people gathering around him, he frowned more and more.
With a little tip of his toe, his whole body turned into a stream of light and shot straight into the sky.
Then, he flipped his wrist, held the Sky-Flirting Staff tightly in both hands, rushed down, and smashed straight towards the ground.
There was a loud "boom" sound, and the Sky-Flirting Staff crashed straight into the ground.
A circular arc of light centered on the Heaven-turning Stick, swept in all directions, carrying with it the rolling sand and dust and surging towards the surroundings.
Within a radius of several hundred feet, a sandstorm rolled up, and countless sandmen were caught in it and scattered one after another.
After a while, the sandstorm gradually subsided, and thousands of sand people were wiped out by Shi Mu in one fell swoop.
After doing all this, Shi Mu's face didn't look happy at all, but instead became more solemn.
The desert, which had been calm for a moment, suddenly began to vibrate again, with bulges protruding from the sea of sand again.
After a while, he was once again surrounded by faceless sand figures.
To him, these sandmen were nothing at all, and could even be broken into pieces with a single blow, but they seemed to be able to emerge from the desert in an endless stream, and there was no way he could defeat them all.
Although after advancing to the divine realm, he can activate the Heaven-turning Stick to launch attacks at will, but as a spiritual treasure, each activation of this stick consumes a lot of money. Now that he is in this unfamiliar area, he has not yet figured out the situation.
It's really not worthwhile to waste all your energy here.
So, with a flick of his wrist, he put away the Sky-Flirting Staff, waved his fists, and rushed into the crowd of sand people.
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I don't know how much time passed, but Shi Mu looked at the densely packed sand people around him and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
He could no longer remember how many Sand People he had killed. He only knew that he had rushed no less than a thousand miles in one direction. However, when he looked around, there were still countless Sand People attacking him.
Even though he didn't use any magic power and only relied on his fists to fight the enemy, he still didn't feel tired now.
It wasn't that he was exhausted, but that the endless sand and the unchanging desert made him feel at a loss.
He even began to doubt in his heart whether this place was really the legendary Five Elements Demon Cave that was the key to achieving the ninth level of Xuan Gong?
After all, the situation here is very different from what I had imagined before.
While thinking about it, he punched away a wave of sandmen, and another wave rushed up, giving him no chance to breathe.
There was a "chila" sound.
Suddenly, he frowned.
Ever since the confrontation with the Sandman, he began to feel that his body movements seemed a little heavy, and his movements were not as agile as before.
At first, he attributed this to the consumption of his physical strength and didn't think much about it. But now that he thought about it, it was not the case.
Just now, after he punched hundreds of sand people in front of him into pieces, he staggered slightly.
This was impossible to happen in the past, especially when faced with such low-level sand people.
Shi Mu lowered his gaze and glanced over his arm, feeling startled.
He suddenly discovered that the color on his hand was a little weird, and it looked somewhat similar to the color of the Sandman, showing a dark brown color.
Taking a closer look, he was surprised to find that these dark brown things were all extremely fine dust.
It turned out that when he defeated those sandmen, some undetectable dust adhered to his body, making his body heavier and heavier and his movements slower and slower.
It's just that this change was too subtle. He was so focused on dealing with the endless sand people that he didn't notice it at all.
It was only at this moment that I felt a more obvious sense of heaviness.
Shi Mu made the seal with one hand and recited a few words silently.
A clear stream of water immediately gushes out from his palm, flowing along his arms and throughout his body, washing away all the fine dust.
After the sand and dust cleared away, Shi Mu felt a lot more relaxed.
At this time, the surrounding sand people surged over again.
Just as he once again used his fists and kicks to sweep away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and after sweeping away all the invading Sandmen, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The color of the blood was not bright red, but rather yellowish and brownish, which was very strange.
Shi Mu's eyes flashed with golden light, and when he looked into the blood, he found that it was actually mixed with a lot of fine dust.
It must have been during the battle just now that the sand and dust not only adhered to his body surface, but even entered his body through breathing through his mouth and nose.
Shi Mu didn't dare to neglect, he quickly pinched the magic formula in his hand, and his chest suddenly lit up with a ball of cyan light.
A green cauldron phantom emerged from his chest, and streams of green spiritual power separated from it, traveling along his limbs and veins.
After these green spiritual powers traveled through Shi Mu's body, they went straight down his throat and into his mouth.
Shi Mu opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of yellow blood, and the dull feeling in his chest also subsided.
After clearing away the sand and dust distributed in his body, the phantom of the green cauldron did not disappear, but the light became brighter.
Shi Mu was slightly startled.
He originally thought that there was no vegetation in the desolate desert and that wood-attribute spiritual power was scarce, but he did not expect that the wood-attribute spiritual power here was actually very high. However, all these spiritual powers were dispersed in the space. If it were not for the power of wood that inspired the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique,
, the feeling is not obvious.
Now being attracted by this green cauldron, the cyan wood-attributed spiritual energy automatically gathered from all directions.
I saw streaks of blue spiritual power visible to the naked eye, condensed from the surrounding space, surging towards Shi Mu, and merged into his body one after another.
Shi Mu felt a sense of relief all over his body, but the next moment he suddenly discovered that the hundreds of sand people rushing toward him were brushed by a wood-attribute spiritual power, and their traveling speed suddenly slowed down.
His heart moved, a green light flashed in one hand, he made a fist and hit a sand man on the head.
There was a "bang" sound.
The Sandman's head was shattered, and his body collapsed, turning into a piece of loose sand and falling to the ground.
This time, the color of the sand that fell to the ground darkened and sank into the desert, instead of turning into a sandman again.
When Shi Mu saw this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
These sand people are all earth-type, and they can only be defeated by using wood to restrain them.
When he figured out this way, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his hands immediately moved the magic formula quickly in front of his chest, and the sound of chanting came from his mouth.
I saw a wave of spiritual power in front of him, and a circular green light curtain emerged in front of him, from which bursts of rich wood-attribute spiritual power came out.
Shi Mu shouted lowly, raised his palm upwards, and struck out suddenly.
The circular green light curtain shot straight into the sky and suddenly rushed into the clouds.
The clouds shook violently, and the green light curtain reflected into the clouds, turning the entire clouds green.
"Fall!" Shi Mu shouted softly.
In the green cloud, countless runes suddenly lit up, swirling up and down, and green rays of light flew out from it, turning into an extremely dense green light rain, falling from high in the sky.
After a burst of sound pierced through the sky, countless smoke and dust immediately erupted in the desert.
Countless green rays of rain fell densely on the desert, penetrating through the bodies of each sandman.
A series of "Puff-Puff-Puff" sounds sounded, and the countless sand people who were rushing towards Shi Mu first stagnated, and then exploded one after another, turning into clouds of dim sand and dust that fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Shi Mu changed his attack method and switched to attacking with wood attribute spiritual power. He quickly wiped out the large sand people nearby, and the color of the nearby desert became increasingly bleak...
More than half an hour later, as the last burst of green light rain fell from the sky, defeating the remaining dozens of sandmen, the entire desert finally became quiet again.