High-pitched and passionate slogans echoed in the battlefield on the desert, like a puppet carved from a mold. The voice was high-pitched, and the movements were quick and full of murderous intent. Once the sand spirit appeared in sight, it would rush over like a chicken's blood.
Fight with all your strength.
The fruits kept falling, and the number of puppets kept increasing. Although the level of cultivation was uneven, it was still frightening.
"Puppet...puppet army?"
Fei Qingyi, the top disciple of Mingpuppet Peak who held the puppet manipulation stick in his hand, was horrified. He had no idea that the disciples of Longhu Peak could easily summon an army of puppets.
Looking at the two figures, one black and one white, circling around him, Fei Qingyi felt for the first time that he had been practicing Taoism for many years in vain and was completely defeated in the field he was best at.
Tang Tang, who was swaying flames wantonly among the sand spirits, saw this scene, his pupils narrowed sharply, and he became even more afraid of Yuan Chen.
Qiankunzi, who had recovered from his illness by taking elixirs, was thoughtful. He didn't expect that Yuan Chen, whom Uncle Luo Ming praised so much, had such an ability. With a wave of his sleeves, he gave birth to a towering tree, and even more
Comes with a terrifying army of puppets.
Although the puppets transformed from the fruits are not very powerful, they are better because they act in a uniform manner. They act as swords and shields for each other, and they work together seamlessly. Moreover, with their excellent spiritual body killing ability, they once again win for the Daoxian Sect disciples.
Come and take a breather.
"Counterattack, kill!"
Killing moves poured out from the spiritual treasures of Daoxian Sect disciples.
, causing heavy damage to the Shaling Group.
"Xi——Wo!"
The sand spirit, which was blocked in the cave by tree roots, frantically attacked the thick portal formed by the tree roots, causing the giant tree to tremble. The green leaves fell along with the fruits and were immediately swallowed up by the yellow sand.
However, the giant tree is like a masochist. The harder it is hit, the deeper it takes root and grows denser and more prosperous, which is astonishing.
Yuan Chen stood safely under the giant tree. The dark green branches spontaneously dropped to the ground, entangled with each other to form a magnificent throne. Several branches were wrapped around Yuan Chen's body, gently holding him up.
throne.
The situation was settled, and the Daoxian Sect disciples couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. However, the ground in the Silent Sand Area fluctuated like waves, and it was no longer as calm as before.
"The real master, is he finally coming out?"
No one would think that once the situation is settled, they are sure of it. After all, there is still an important person who has not shown up - the sand spirit in the center of the Silent Sand Area.
But now, the behavior of the disciples of the Daoxian Sect finally angered the Lord of the Sand Spirit, causing him to slowly release surging spiritual power, trying to turn everyone into bones under the yellow sand.
The clear sky had been shrouded by dark clouds at some point, and the darkened sand was like a resurrected monster. Wisps of yellow sand extended from the ground, turning into murderous weapons.
"You covet my king's treasures and massacre my people. You are heinous and deserve death!"
A rumbling sound came from the tree hole, like tens of thousands of war drums being beaten at the same time, and the momentum was astonishing.
Facing the tree hole emitting spiritual light, Yuan Chen sat carelessly on the throne, crossing his legs like a debt-collecting bully.
"How dare you speak nonsense? No one can claim to be king in front of me, the tree-planting king!"
Yuan Chen, who was full of rogue temperament, rebuked the Sand Spirit King who had not yet appeared in a righteous manner, and even the air could not help but feel suffocated.
What is he doing?
Why do you want to deliberately anger the Sand Spirit King?
The Daoxian Sect disciples felt the endless pressure released by the Sand Spirit King. Most of them couldn't think of a confrontation at all. They only thought about how to escape safely, and they couldn't help but complain about Yuan Chen.
As if in response to Yuan Chen's rebuke, the sand changed more rapidly, and waves of demonic wind seemed to appear out of thin air, raising a large amount of sand.
The spiritual light in the tree hole became more powerful, and a huge dragon head slowly poked out from it, with huge eyes like lanterns filled with cold murderous intent.
"Who are you? Tell me your name!"
"I am the king of forest planting and tree planting. You should know from my name that I have planted countless trees in my life and turned countless deserts into oases."
"My slogan is that if the world is filled with green, the world will be filled with love! However, there are always some people who will resist my purpose regardless of life and death."
"There was once a king who thought he was invincible and ignored me, the tree-planting king. He rushed into the forest with a saw in his left hand and an ax in his right hand."
"Faced with such thugs, I pulled up a weeping willow tree, slapped him into the tree, and then made a coffin for him."
"Do you also want to end up with him?"
God is so good at planting trees and planting trees!
To make the world full of green, do you have any attachment to green?
We agreed to plant a tree, why did you use the tree as a weapon?
The expressions of the Taoist Immortal Sect disciples became colorful, and they were unable to complain about Yuan Chen's remarks.
King Sha Ling seemed to be a little dizzy from being surrounded by Yuan Chen, and his big eyes were full of doubts.
"King of Planting Trees? I remember your name."
Although King Sha Ling didn't quite understand what Yuan Chen was talking about, it was definitely not easy for him to easily kill another king who was said to be invincible.
Mysterious, powerful, and facing danger without any emotion.
Summoning a huge army of puppets at will, easily sealing the entrance to the crypt, and making it impossible to peek into the realm of cultivation. These all increased the fear of the Sand Spirit King, and at the same time made Yuan Chen become more mysterious in his eyes.
"Your accomplices killed a large number of my people and plundered this desert. They treated our lives as if they were nothing. How are you going to solve this matter?"
"I, the tree-planting king, have been a solitary person all my life. I have never hooked up with others. I work together in collusion. I can't find any accomplices."
"These people are all tree planters I hired. They are all country folk with little ability."
The Daoxian Sect disciple's brows wrinkled unconsciously.
Who is hooking up with you and collaborating with you?
Who are you calling a country boy?
However, Yuan Chen's voice paused and his words suddenly changed, "But I have no intention of apologizing. I despise a desert the most in my life. A place without green has no meaning of existence!"
The Sand Spirit King was stunned for a moment, and then his huge eyes were instantly filled with anger.
At this point, regardless of whether the so-called tree-planting king is true or false, King Shaling already knows that this harmless-looking young man is teasing him.
"kill!"
Following the thundering roar, the murderous weapons that had been waiting on the sand suddenly rioted, and the light and shadow of swords filled the entire sand area, with a bloodthirsty atmosphere.
After hearing Yuan Chen's first few words, the disciples of the Daoxian Sect knew that there was no way to be merciful. They had already made preparations and were not panicking at this time. The aura of the treasure weapon lit up one after another, resisting the attack of the murderous weapon.
As the culprit, Yuan Chen naturally deserves the most attention.
Densely packed sand soldiers and sharp blades came like a tide, and the intimidating murderous aura seemed to have condensed into substance. There was a faint mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing toward the face.
Yuan Chen still sat calmly on the throne, his eyes looking forward were full of contempt, as if everything was just a chicken and a dog, and could not stand on the stage.
"Humph, this is all, it really disappoints me!"
As soon as these words came out, not only King Sha Ling felt a little solemn, but the disciples of Daoxian Sect were even more surprised.
The fluctuation of spiritual power when the Sand Spirit King took action seemed to have reached the third level of the distraction realm. No one among the ninety-two generations of disciples could match it. How could Yuan Chen be so indifferent?
The razor-sharp wave quickly rushed in front of Yuan Chen, but he remained unmoved and sat peacefully on the throne.
It wasn't until the sharp blade pierced Yuan Chen's body that he finally had time to let out a shrill scream.
"Ah! Help!"
???
Don’t you look down on King Sandling’s methods? Why are you calling for help now?
And it’s a little too late for you to ask for help, brother!
Fortunately, death in the illusion trial is not a real death, it is just counted as a failure in the trial and misses the next round of competition.
Facts have proved that playing the zither is risky, and you need to be careful when pretending to be thirteen.
The disciples of the Daoxian Sect complained secretly in their hearts and were worried about their future. Now that King Shaling was furious, the matter of seizing the treasure was no longer possible, so he might as well just give it up.
While resisting the Sand Spirit King's offensive, many people took out their guaranteed secret treasures and began to trigger the mark of return. Soon, some people would leave the illusion trial one after another.
The most ambitious ones have not given up yet. For them, the matter has not yet reached its most serious level.
As long as we work together, it may not be impossible to kill the Sand Spirit King!
The few who did not choose to retreat exchanged glances with each other and reached a consensus.