A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 546: Desert funeral
The noon sun burned the sand dunes, as if to make the entire desert burn.
In the depths of the desert, far away from the 200,000 cultivators, three figures showed their figures on a sand dune. They were indeed Cheng Yan, Luo Shang, and Simon!
promised to squat down and grabbed a handful of the sand under his feet. The sand slowly slipped from his fingertips. His face was very serious: "Take the tiger away from the mountain, the problem is serious!"
"You have to go to Mu Yu's quickly!" Luo Shang said solemnly.
Ximen, unfortunately, for the first time in an unprecedented way, with a cynical smile, followed Cheng Yan and Luo Shang without a word to the death Gobi.
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died near the Gobi.
This desert is vast and endless, with only the most central place being an oasis of Qingshui City.
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 Xian and Situ Yangtian to watch the scene of death in the Gobi from a distance.
Two hundred thousand cultivators, without exception, have seen how Sikong Qiwen's cultivation soared suddenly, and how he defeated the Tianjian process in the fit period with one blow.
Then the terrifying laughter shook everyone's ears clearly, making people chill!
Desert funeral, what does it mean?
Many cultivators stared at each other incomprehensibly. They didn't understand what Sagong Qiwen was talking about, but they suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis came so quickly that even they didn't understand why it happened.
A sandstorm has blown up in the desert, and the yellow sand has begun to fly all over the sky, floating around.
Dust storm is not a terrible thing for practitioners. As long as there is a little cultivation base who knows how to deal with sand storms, it is impossible to be affected by sand storms.
Spiritual power rushes out of everyone, resisting the wind and sand that is sweeping away, and not letting the wind and sand get close.
But they soon discovered something was wrong!
The sandstorm in the desert began to sputter, dance with the violent wind, and circulate endlessly, forming a saloon roll of sand.
The Salon scroll broke out with a strong tearing force, and began to invade the densely packed cultivators. There were no fewer than hundreds of them, and the power of each one became stronger and stronger!
"Where did the tornado come from?"
Everyone feels something is wrong. This is the first time that such a magnificent Salon roll has been seen in the desert. The number is beyond everyone's imagination.
Most of these 200,000 cultivators are outsiders, not the aboriginal residents of Qingshui City, so when I saw so many salon scrolls, I didn’t know how to respond.
"Let’s smash these salons together! Don’t look at it and affect your mood." Someone suggested.
Everyone had the same idea, and soon everyone began to sacrifice their magic weapons and blasted towards the salon. The Salon scroll 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 cultivators. If these ten thousand cultivators make a move, one can imagine the terrifying power!
However, when the spiritual power of the cultivator hit the salon scroll, the entire tornado was not broken by thousands of cultivators as imagined. On the contrary, all the salon scrolls suddenly destroyed the spirit of the cultivator. All the power was swallowed, but the volume of itself suddenly increased by no less than ten times!
"What's the matter?"
Many people do not believe in evil, and continue to kill the magic weapon in their hands, but the Salon scroll is getting bigger and bigger, and getting closer and closer, without any sign of collapse. Finally, everyone's expressions began to show a trace of fear, and the 200,000 cultivators began to agitate!
"The salon roll is weird, everyone, go back!"
Someone has noticed that something is wrong and wants to leave. However, they are surrounded by deserts, and they have long been surrounded by terrifying Salon scrolls. Several practitioners on the periphery have been swallowed by Salon scrolls before they had time to escape!
The Salon roll became bigger and bigger, and the sand kept roaring and rushed to the cultivator ferociously. All the cultivators in the desert began to run around in a panic. People with high cultivation bases escaped fast, but those with low cultivation bases couldn’t break free from the strong suction of the salon rolls, and were directly drawn into the tornado. Screaming in anger, and soon there was no sound!
"Come and watch my competition. I always have to charge a little ticket. Each of you will become my art in my salon roll!"
Sagong Qiwen’s icy laughter spread throughout the desert, blasting in everyone’s ears! Everyone was shuddering and avoiding those salon scrolls, but the salon scrolls are always following, devouring batches of cultivators!
No one thought that the Salon Roll in the desert was caused by Sagong Qiwen!
"How could Sagong Qiwen control so much sand? This is completely impossible. Could it be that he is a Tuyoumen demons?"
A terrible thought spread in everyone's hearts. I don't know who shouted, and endless fear suddenly enveloped everyone's hearts.
If "Tuyoumen Demon Race" appears in the desert, then the desert is simply a great battlefield for them!
But how could Sagong Qiwen belong to the Tuyoumen demons? Even if he was a Tuyoumon Demon, how could it be possible to control so many Salon scrolls by relying on the power of a Eumon Demon alone?
"After experiencing the funeral in the desert, you will all be reborn as the people of the Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing. You should feel honored."
Sikong Qiwen laughed wildly, his eyes turned brown, like a grain of sand, weird.
Sand Eagle Demon King Costin!
Everyone's face changed a lot! Is it possible that Sagong Qiwen is a demon clan person?
Salon rolls can't help devouring every cultivator, all kinds of cultivators are involved in the salon roll, and their horrified voice disappears in the salon roll in a blink of an eye, not even a bit of bone is left!
"We rushed out together, there must be some hope of escape!"
In less than a moment, one-tenth of the cultivators have been swallowed by the Salon scroll, and the remaining cultivators have become trapped beasts!
Salon scrolls attacking from all directions surrounded everyone's cultivators, with a powerful tearing force raging, and once someone got too close and blinked, they would disappear into the huge tornado!
"Get out? I exhausted my mind to create such a huge battle of the immortals, which is to bring you cultivators here. Where do you want to escape?"
Sagong Qiwen laughed wildly, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder, shocking everyone!
This battle of the immortals is just a gimmick created by Sikong Qiwen?
But what is the purpose of Sagong Qiwen? Is it to help the Sand Eagle Demon King break the seal?
Kiba struggled to stand up, Xiaoshuai and Longteng both jumped on his shoulders. Mu Yu was panting heavily, and he felt very weak. After using the formation technique, the vitality that was drawn was too much, even he could not hold on.
"Vitality, I need vitality, wood spirit."
Kiyu grabbed the Wood Spirit Sword, trying to extract life force from it, because it was the most vibrant thing in the world. But the Wood Spirit Sword only trembled slightly, without moving. After it was infested by Ming Cao's death energy, its vitality was no longer pure, and it could not provide Mu Yu with real vitality at all!
The vast surrounding area has been surrounded by tens of thousands of salon rolls. Without any plant, it means that Kiba cannot take life force from the plant. His situation at the moment is not optimistic!
"Wow!"
The sand under Kiyu's feet suddenly turned abruptly, and a sand curtain was formed to envelop Kiyu in an instant. The sand revolved and flew around Kiyu, and the huge aura instantly pressed down towards Kiyu!
Xiaoshuai slapped his head, grabbed the shadow sword in Mu Yu's hand, and muttered, "Ku Yu, the vitality you need is in the shadow sword. The vitality did not pass when you used the formation technique. Instead, he was firmly imprisoned in the sword by the shadow sword!"
Its small claws slashed across the Shadow Splitting Sword. The Shadow Splitting Sword seemed to be responding to Xiaoshuai, and it turned up with blue light, and then Xiaoshuai returned the Shadow Splitting Sword to Mu Yu.
Kiba held the Split Shadow Sword, he clearly felt the vitality on the Split Shadow Sword at this moment slowly circling the rhythm, and then turned back to Kiyu intact!
What does Xiaoshuai have to do with the Shadow Sword, Mu Yu was too lazy to ask. He felt that some things that had flowed in 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 already covered Kiba! At this moment, Mu Yu didn't have time to escape, the spiritual shield he was propping up was swallowed by the sand, and even the formation pattern could not escape!
This sand is really weird!
"You two hold me steady!"
Kiyu yelled, and his whole body was integrated into the wood spirit sword. In the blink of an eye, the back sand curtain covered the wooden spirit sword tightly, enclosing it into a sand sculpture!
It’s not just him, it’s just a blink of an eye~ IndoMTL.com~ Two hundred thousand cultivators were completely eroded by the sky full of salon scrolls, and the conjoined cultivators were able to escape, and the entire desert was left. Sikong Qiwen a living person!
The Salon roll gradually dispersed, and a figure stood in the desert.
These are the 200,000 cultivators who came to watch the battle. They were still active real people a quarter of an hour ago, but at this time, each cultivator's body was tightly wrapped in sand, becoming a whole body. The sand sculptures still maintained their final struggle to escape!
Sagong Qiwen slowly walked past each sand sculpture, his eyes filled with a hot brown light. Then suddenly there was a long scream from the sky, the sound was extremely distant, like a calling whistle, and the recovered death Gobi suddenly trembled violently.
The quicksand around the Dead Gobi rushed faster and faster, and then the Dead Gobi began to split and move, moving to a mysterious position, leaving a vortex formed by quicksand in the center.
A spire gradually appeared in the middle of the whirlpool, followed by the first layer, the second layer...After seven layers emerged, it slowly stopped. Roughly estimated, each tower is more than ten meters high, and these seven floors are seventy meters!
The appearance of the seven-story tower is crimson red, and the tower body is carved with weird reliefs. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a battle scene between various human races, Yumon demons and monster races. It is very spectacular!
Sikong Qiwen looked at the seven-story strange tower, and the frenzy in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Sand Eagle exquisite! A token of the Sand Eagle Demon King!