At this time, pieces of residual clouds were stacked together, reflecting the sky red, as charming as blood.
Below, the yellow sand stretches endlessly with no end in sight, and from time to time there is dancing sand. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, it is dyed with a slight blush and complements the golden sand, making it look even more eerie and vast.
This is a vast desert, very barren and endless, with no way back and no end in sight.
In the wind and sand of the desert, a figure seemed to be walking alone, carrying the setting sun over a long river.
He is like a lonely traveler, wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword, his eyes are quiet, and his black hair is dancing in the wind, walking forward step by step accompanied by the flying sand and dust.
It is Xia Mang.
He didn't know how long he had been away from Nanzhao Mansion, but he probably remembered that he had walked in this desert for nearly a month and still had not seen the end.
He simply had nowhere to go, so he was not in a hurry. He stopped and walked, hurried and practiced at the same time, just like an ascetic who didn't show his body or practice, and wanted to cross the desert with his body.
Time passes day by day.
The stars move, the moon sets and the stars sink.
Xia Mang sat cross-legged in the depths of the desert, practicing in front of the first ray of light between heaven and earth. There was green light all over his body, shrouded in dense clouds, radiating out in circles, which was very magical.
At this moment, in his spiritual sea, endless purple waves rolled and surged, and a nine-layered green pagoda rose and fell with it.
Xia Mangzhen has reached the tenth transformation of "Spiritual Transformation", and has successfully opened the first level of secrets. His combat power has been greatly improved, completely surpassing the past, and can be compared with the geniuses of Canglan.
This is a huge leap.
And this time during the hard training in the desert, he consolidated his body and solidified his realm, making his body cultivation perfect and unbreakable.
Xia Mang was sitting cross-legged in the desert, with the scorching sun above his head and the red desert beneath him as hot as fire, yet he stood like a mountain, unmoving.
He is comprehending "The Method of Small Six Changes".
This is what the mute old man deduced based on the "Ancestral Dragon Transformation". It must be unfathomable and mysterious. Xia Mang needs time to understand and carefully ponder it before he can hope to decipher its essence.
In fact, since the day he stepped into the desert, he had tried to decipher the "Small Six Transformations", but this technique was so mysterious that even though Xia Mang had a transcendent understanding, he could barely understand it in a short period of time and could not fully understand it.
He crossed his body, and in the windy sand, his hands rapidly changed, forming a series of strange marks.
"Buzz!"
The surrounding sand and dust actually danced with it!
Suddenly, there was a noise in the distance, and someone was approaching quickly. Xia Mang suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of sword light suddenly appeared in his pupils, piercing the void and striking the person directly.
"Crack!..."
The person who came reacted very quickly and punched out with such force and force that it actually crushed Xia Mang's sword light.
The man fell down and stopped not far in front of Xia Mang.
"It's you!"
When Xia Mang saw the person coming clearly, he couldn't help but was startled and frowned: "Why did you attack me?"
The person who came was a young man. He was dressed in green clothes, his expression was very casual, his eyes were clear and uncontested, as if he was from outside the world.
The prince of Zhexian, Su Chen, actually appeared in this desert.
"I'm here for the Qianqiu Sword." Su Chen stared at Xia Mang. To be precise, he stared at the Qianqiu Sword on Xia Mang's back.
"You also want to take back the Qianqiu Sword?"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes. Previously, Su Tianqing said that the descendants of the Zhexian lineage would never allow the Qianqiu Sword to be left outside, and would definitely try their best to take it back. Xia Mang was already prepared in his heart for the descendants of the Zhexian Royal Court to come and seize the sword.
I just didn't expect that the first one to come would be Su Chen, the prince of Zhexian.
He had no ill feelings toward Su Chen. After all, the two of them had teamed up against the enemy in the Yuling Cave. But since the other party wanted to seize the sword, a life-and-death fight was inevitable.
War is inevitable.
Su Chen remained silent and answered silently.
"If you want to seize the sword, it depends on your ability." Xia Mang stood up and confronted Su Chen.
"How capable are you that you can keep the Qianqiu Sword?" Su Chen asked.
Xia Mang smiled, but said nothing more. He stood in the sand and faced Su Chen with great momentum.
The momentum of the two people increased sharply, and a fierce battle was likely to break out at any time. At this moment, a figure suddenly crossed the long yellow sand and rushed from a distance. He was in a mess, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and disordered breathing. He was a little panicked, and seemed to be running for his life.
Xia Mang was startled and quickly concentrated. When he saw who was coming, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Qin Tianlang!"
The person on the run is none other than Qin Tianlang!
"Xia Mang!"
When he suddenly saw Xia Mang and Su Chen, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "Jianghu, please help! Jianghu, please help!"
While shouting, he rushed in front of the two of them and stood side by side with them, staring intently at the opposite side, his whole body tense as if facing a formidable enemy.
"So embarrassed?"
Xia Mang was curious. Qin Tianlang had always been cunning and scheming. He was always the only one who suffered when others were his enemies. How could he get himself into such a miserable situation this time?
"I'm in trouble." Qin Tianlang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared straight ahead, his eyes dark and filled with anger.
"who is it?"
Xia Mang frowned. At this time, Qin Tianlang's aura was disordered and his condition was very poor. He was obviously seriously injured. It was not easy for Qin Tianlang to be injured so seriously.
Qin Tianlang was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.
"It's me!" A cold voice suddenly came through the dust in the sky.
Xia Mang was startled and said to himself: "This voice... is somewhat familiar."
Su Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked forward.
At this moment, dust filled the air in front of them, and a burly young man came walking on the wind and sand. He was very cold, his cold eyes were staring at Xia Mang and Qin Tianlang, and the depths of his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
.
Behind him were dozens of figures, all dressed in black and with black scarves covering their faces, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.
These people have a strong smell of blood and an overwhelming evil spirit. Obviously, they are all murderous characters and are a group of real "killers."
The strange thing is that there are no shadows of these people!
You know, at this time, the scorching sun was shining in the sky. The blazing rays penetrated the sand and dust and poured down, turning the sand into a golden color. How could there be no shadow when such a strong beam of light shines on a person?
This is so weird, completely inconsistent with common sense, and simply unbelievable.
"How can a living person have no shadow?" Su Chen frowned. He asked himself that he had seen a lot, but he had never encountered such a strange thing.
Xia Mang stared at the leader, his pupils narrowed suddenly, and he was a little stunned, "Jueying? How come you are still alive?"
This person is none other than Jueying, the youngest and last person among the Nine Jue leaders in the Southern Territory.
But Xia Mang remembered very clearly that when he first entered the Yuling Cave and was at the end of Wolong Cave, the Jue Ying had sniped at him. The two of them fought on the White Dragon Stone Carving. In the end, Xia Mang shattered his heart and brutally killed him.
Kill.
At the same time, he also scared away the "Nine Ultimate Masters" of the same rank.
He clearly remembered this matter. Jueying must be dead. There was no way this could be false. But now Jueying appeared alive in front of him, a living person. This was so weird that he couldn't believe it.
"Could it be...a corpse transformation? After death, he channeled a spirit and turned into an evil corpse?!" Xia Mang frowned and stared at Jueying, looking up and down, but no matter how he looked at him, he was a "living person", not a corpse.
"Do you recognize him?" Qin Tianlang asked upon seeing this.
Xia Mang nodded and said: "He died in my hands when we were in Yuling Cave."
"Dead person?" Su Chen was stunned.
"You killed him once?"
Qin Tianlang was also stunned, then nodded and said: "That's right, it is said that the "Sky Shadow Magic" cultivates the physical body, and also cultivates the shadow, and can blend the shadow and the physical body. The shadow is a person, and the person turns into a shadow, and
Old man Tianying also has a life-saving skill..."
"Shadow Substitution Technique!" Qin Tianlang's expression was cold.