A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　The noonday sun burned the sand dunes as if to burn the whole desert.

　　 In the depths of the desert, far away from the 200,000 cultivators, the three figures showed their bodies on a sand dune. It was a confession, Luo Luo, and Simon's misfortune!

　　Chen Yan squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand, and the sand slowly slipped down at his fingertips. His face was grim: "Tiaohulishanji, the problem is serious!"

　　 "Hurry to go to Muyu!" Luo Di said in a deep voice.

　　Fortunately, Ximen broke into a world of cynicism for the first time, and followed the promise and Luo Luo towards the death Gobi without a word.

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　　 Death near the Gobi.

　　The desert is vast and endless, and the only place in the center is an oasis Qingshui City.

　　 At this moment, there were countless integrators gathered in twenty places throughout the desert. These innocent people watched the scene of the dead Gobi in the distance by the mirage array arranged by Lu Xianshi and Situ Yangtian.

　　The two hundred thousand cultivators, without exception, saw how Sikong Qiwen abruptly cultivated into a skyrocket, and how he knocked down the Tianjian course of the fit period.

　　 Then the horrible laughter clearly slammed in everyone's ears, making a chill!

What does 　　 desert funeral mean?

　　 Many comprehension peers stared at each other in a puzzled manner. They did not understand what Sikong Qiwen was talking about, but they suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in their hearts. The sense of crisis came so quickly that even they did not understand why it appeared.

　　Dust storms had already been blown in the desert, and yellow sand began to fly all over the sky and scattered around.

　　 Sandstorm is not a terrible thing for the instructors, but anyone who has a little practice knows how to deal with sandstorms, and it is impossible to be affected by sandstorms.

　　Everybody swelled with spiritual power, resisting the wind and sand that swept from the outside, preventing the wind and sand from coming close.

　　 However, they soon discovered something was wrong!

　　The sandstorm in the desert began to spatter, dancing with the violent wind, and constantly floating, forming a salon roll composed of strips of sand.

　　 The salon roll broke out with a strong tearing force, and began to invade the dense integrators, the number of which was not less than a few hundred, and the power of each one became more and more powerful!

　　 "Where is this tornado?"

　　Everyone felt something was wrong. This magnificent salon roll was the first time I saw it in the desert. The number is so much beyond everyone's imagination.

　　Most of the two hundred thousand innocencers are outsiders, not the aboriginal residents of Qingshuicheng, so I don’t know how to respond when I see so many salon rolls.

　　 "Let's break up these salon rolls together! Don't worry about watching the mood," someone suggested.

　　Everyone had the same idea, and soon everyone began to sacrifice their magic weapon and screamed at the salon. The Sharon roll is just a vision formed by the weather, which is not worth mentioning to these people. Besides, there are a total of twenty places in the desert, and each place has ten thousand integrators. If this ten thousand integrators take action, its horror power can be imagined!

However, when the spiritual power of the comprehension hits the salon roll, the entire tornado was not dispelled by tens of thousands of comprehension as imagined. On the contrary, all of the salon rolls suddenly swallowed the spiritual power of the comprehension. Fell, and its own volume suddenly increased by no less than ten times!

"How is this going?"

　　 Many people do not believe in evil, and continue to bombard the magic weapon in their hands, but the Sharon volume is getting larger and closer, the closer and closer, there is no sign of collapse. At last everyone's face began to show a trace of terror, and 200,000 self-cultivators began to become restless!

　　 "The salon volume is quirky, everyone will go back!"

　　 Some people have noticed that something is wrong and want to leave, but all around are deserts, and they have long been surrounded by the horrible salon rolls. The few innocent people outside have no time to escape and have been swallowed up by the salon rolls!

　　 The salon roll became bigger and bigger, the sand roared endlessly, and it rushed toward the innocence. All comprehensionists in the desert began to run around in panic. Those who cultivated high escaped quickly, but those who cultivated low couldn’t get rid of the strong suction of the salon roll, and were directly involved in the dragon roll. Screamed in excitement, and soon disappeared!

　　 "Come and watch my contest, I always have to charge a little ticket, each of you will be my artwork under my salon!"

　　 Sikong Qiwen's cold laughter spread throughout the desert and exploded in everyone's ears! Everyone was frightened to avoid those salon rolls, but the salon rolls always followed, swallowing batch after batch of innocence!

　　 No one thought that the salon roll in the desert was caused by Sikong Qiwen!

　　 "How could Sikong Qiwen control so much sand? It's totally impossible, could he be Tuyoumeng?"

　　 A terrible thought spread in everyone's heart, I don't know who shouted it, and endless fear suddenly enveloped everyone's heart.

　　 If "Tuyoumeng Demon" appears in the desert, then the desert is their perfect battlefield!

　　 But how could Sikong Qiwen be Tuyoumeng? Even if he is a Tuyoumeng clan, how can a single Yumeng clan control so many salon rolls?

　　 "After experiencing the funeral in the desert, you will all be reborn as the children of the sand eagle demon king Hai Dongqing, you should be honored to be."

Si Kong Qiwen laughed more than ever, his eyes turned brown, like a grain of sand, strange and pungent.

　　The sand eagle demon king Hai Dongqing!

　　 Everyone's face changed a lot! Can Sikong Qiwen be a demon clan?

　　 The salon couldn't help engulfing every innocence, and all kinds of innocence were drawn into the salon volume. Their horrified voice disappeared in the salon volume in a blink of an eye, and there was no bone left!

　　 "We rush out together, there must be a hint of escape!"

　　It was only a short time, and one-tenth of the instructors had been swallowed by the Sharon volume, and the remaining instructors had become completely trapped beasts!

　　The salon rolls coming from all directions surrounded everyone's comprehension groups, and the powerful tearing force raged. Once someone blinked too close, they would disappear into the huge tornado!

　　 "Rush out? I exhausted my mind to create such a magnificent battle of immortals, that is, to bring you innocents here, where do you want to escape?"

　　 Sikong Qiwen smiled wildly, his voice resounded through the sky like a thunder, and everyone was shocked!

　　 This extremely fairy war is just a gimmick deliberately created by Sikong Qiwen?

　　But what is the purpose of Sikong Qiwen? Is it to help Sha Ying Yao Wang get rid of the seal?

　　 Muyu stood up strugglingly, both Xiaoshuai and Longteng jumped over his shoulders. Mu Yu gasped, feeling that he was very weak, and after using the array technique, the vitality was drawn too much, and Rao was unable to persevere.

　　 "Vitality, I need vitality, wood spirit."

　　 Muyu grabbed Mu Lingjian and wanted to extract vitality from it, because the original one was the most vibrant thing in the world. But Mu Lingjian just shuddered a little, and there was no movement. After it was infested with the dead air of Ghost Grass, the vitality of the body was no longer pure, and it could not provide real vitality to Muyu!

　　 The boundless area has been surrounded by tens of thousands of salon rolls. Without any plant, no plant means Muyu cannot take life away from the plant. His situation at this moment is no longer optimistic!

　　 "Uh!"

　　The sand under Muyu's feet suddenly turned up suddenly, forming a sand curtain to wrap Muyu inside. The sand was spinning and fluttering around Muyu, and the huge breath pressed against Muyu instantly!

Xiaoshuai slapped his head, grabbed the shadow sword in Muyu's hands, and muttered: "Muyu, the vitality you need is in the shadow sword. When you just used array art, the vitality did not pass, but was The shadow sword is firmly imprisoned in the sword!"

　　 Its small claws swiftly crossed on the fragrant sword. The fragrant sword seemed to respond to Xiaoshuai, and it turned on, and then Xiaoshuai returned the shadow sword to Muyu.

　　 Muyu held the shadow sword, he clearly felt that the vitality on the shadow sword was slowly wandering at the moment, and then turned back to Muyu intact!

　　What is the relationship between Xiaoshuai and He Fenyingjian? Mu Yu is too lazy to ask. He felt that some things that had passed through his body had gradually recovered, the feeling of weakness had left him, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

　　 But the sand curtain beside him has been covered towards Muyu! At this moment, Mu Yu didn't have time to hide. The spiritual shields that he supported all over were swallowed up by the sand, and even the pattern could not escape!

　　 This sand is really strange!

　　 "The two of you hold me steady!"

　　 Muyu shouted, and his whole body was already integrated into Mu Lingjian. Then, in the blink of an eye, the sand curtain covered the wooden spirit sword strictly, and surrounded it into a sand sculpture!

Not only him, but a blink of an eye~www.readwn.com~ Two hundred thousand innocence was completely eroded by the sky-long salon rolls, even the integrators in the fit period can escape, and the whole desert is only left Sikong Qiwen is a living person!

　　 The salon roll gradually dispersed, and a figure stood in the desert.

These are the 200,000 composers who came to watch the battle. They were still real people who were active before a quarter of an hour, but at this time, each composer was tightly wrapped with sand all over his body, and became a unique sand sculpture. Still keeping the last struggle to escape!

　　Sikong Qiwen walked slowly before each sand sculpture, his eyes were full of hot brown light. Then suddenly, there was a long roar in the sky, the sound was extremely distant, like a kind of calling whistle, and then the recovered Gobi died suddenly and trembling violently.

　　The speed of the quicksand around the death gobi is getting faster and faster, and then the death gobi begins to split and move to a mysterious position, leaving a vortex formed by the quicksand in the center.

In the middle of the vortex, a spire gradually began to emerge, followed by the first floor, the second floor... until seven layers emerged until it slowly stopped. Roughly estimated, each tower has a height of more than ten meters. These seven floors are seventy meters!

　　 The appearance of the seven-story tower is crimson, and the tower body is painted with strange and bas-relief reliefs. It looks like a battle scene between various human races and Yumon demon and demon races. It is very spectacular!

　　 Sikong Qiwen looked at the seven-story monster tower, his fanatic look became more and more obvious.

　　Shaying Linglong! Sand Eagle Demon King's token!