Click!

The paper man collapsed and scattered confetti.

The ghost mist smiled coldly, it turned out that it was just a flower shelf, and the speed suddenly accelerated, and he waved his palm towards the cave!

Syllable!

Before the palm wind arrived, a whip shadow struck!

Ghost Mist looked disdainful, and directly pressed his palm towards the whip shadow!

Oh!

The heart-rending screams suddenly rang out!

The ghost mist body flew out upside down, and after standing still, he looked at his palm in shock!

A bright red whip mark appeared in the palm of his hand, like a burn, painful, if it was just that, it would be enough, the whip mark was still devouring the black qi on his body, causing his soul to be unstable for a while, and his cultivation was also suppressed somewhat, what was even more terrifying was that his heart trembled, and his intuition told him to run away, otherwise there would be big trouble!

Meng Fan walked out of the stone cave.

The sandman also stood beside Meng Fan.

The wind and sand are blowing, and the momentum is fierce.

"You...... What are you doing?" After the ghost mist saw Meng Fan, he was shocked again, and the living person may not be able to understand it, but in his eyes, Meng Fan seemed to be a different person, and suddenly became his natural enemy, "You are ...... How can there be ...... on the body?"

Trembling.

Oni Mist finally said the words that followed: "Ghost Bad Thing!"

After saying that, his gaze was fixed on the whip in Meng Fan's hand and he couldn't move away.

Meng Fan smiled, it seemed that the ghost fog still had some eyesight, and turned to glance at the sand man: "Brother Sha, let's clean him up together!"

The sandman nodded, stretched out his palms, and then raised it, and the wind and sand suddenly blew around the ghost mist, as if a small sandstorm had formed, Meng Fan shook the whip in his hand, and the whip body stretched out sharply, and was involved in the sandstorm.

"Damn, how could it be!"

The ghost mist stood in the center of the sandstorm, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly pinched it continuously, and the black mist on his body rolled out and poured out, blending into the sandstorm, and the sandstorm immediately turned black, and the whip shadow also bombarded in front of him at this time.

The black qi on the ghost fog's body suddenly converged, and there was no longer a trace of it.

Next, he waved his hand and grabbed the Imperial Whip with all his might!

"Boy, don't forget that the old man is still half a human, and the ghost whip can't help the old man!" "Ghost Mist grabbed the Divine Whip in his hand, his body swayed in the black sandstorm, and asked in a deep voice, "How did the ghost thing fall into your hands, and how did you make him recognize the Lord?"

"Robbed. Meng Fan grabbed the whip tightly, "What, you want it?"

"Now it's the old man's!" the ghost mist ran the immortal cultivation, and suddenly pulled the divine whip.

"I've got you. Meng Fan let go of his hand indifferently.

Call!

The whip whistled and flew towards the ghostly mist.

The ghost mist was stunned, he didn't expect Meng Fanru to give up the Imperial Whip so easily, but before he could figure out what was going on, the whip body suddenly entangled his body like a snake, and the powerful suction force directly penetrated into his parasitic body, trying to pull his ghost body out, the whip rod was like a meteor, falling to the ground, and at the same time pulling his body down!

A life-and-death crisis came to mind.

Ghost Mist's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly let go of his hand and pinched a trick seal.

The black smoke that had just melted into the sandstorm was suddenly summoned and poured back into his body, and then swelled violently, stretching out the whip that wrapped around his body.

"Boy, you wait!"

The ghost mist put down a cruel word, and in the heart of the frightened, he broke through the sandstorm and fled into the distance, if Meng Fan was alone, even if he had the Imperial Divine Whip, he could also use the realm to force him, but Meng Fan not only had the Imperial Divine Whip, but also the help of the Sandman, if he didn't leave, I was afraid that he would never be able to leave.

"No need to chase. After the ghost mist fled, Meng Fan waved his hand to the sandman who was going to pursue the ghost mist, "He is already on guard, even if he catches up with him, he can't keep him." ”

After that, Meng Fan sighed lightly.

There is no problem with all his shots, but his cultivation is too low at the moment.

Cutting seven pairs of immortals is a bit too impractical.

Otherwise, the ghost mist will definitely not be able to break the shackles of the Divine Whip.

Moreover, even if you can kill him at this time, you can't really kill him.

The ghost mist hadn't said how Di Yanlian could reincarnate in the flesh, and he still wanted Qing Ling to be reborn in the flesh.

"Brother Sha. Meng Fan raised his eyes and looked at the quicksand maze, "Please do me a favor next time and trap him here, the longer the better." ”

The sandman nodded, and then pressed his hand to the sand, and the flow of sand around him suddenly accelerated, and the hills in the distance seemed to be camels walking, and the terrain of the quicksand maze changed dramatically in the snap of a finger.

Meng Fan was surprised: "Brother Sha, can you control the quicksand maze?"

The sandman didn't nod or shake his head.

After his death, his soul awakened and found that he had become a sandman, and had a close spiritual connection with this quicksand maze, and I don't know if it was because of him that he had the quicksand maze, or if the quicksand maze gave birth to him.

The quicksand maze seemed to be a part of his soul.

It's not about control, it's not about control.

"Brother Sha, I have to go. Meng Fan didn't ask any more questions, and said abruptly, "This farewell, I don't know when I will see you again." ”

The sandman bowed his head.

The female corpse and the child came out of the cave.

"Why don't you give me a ride?" Meng Fan smiled.

It was a little difficult to get him out of the quicksand maze by himself.

The sandman nodded.

The sand under Meng Fan's feet suddenly rolled up, condensing into a big bamboo raft, dragging his body, and the sandman immediately stood up, as did the female corpse and the child.

The raft sped off into the distance, and the dunes gave way.

It didn't take much effort for the sandman to send Meng Fan out of the quicksand maze.

"And a reluctant please. Meng Fan looked at the endless yellow sand in the distance, "I still have a group of companions here, can you help me find them?"

Meng Fan was a little worried about the fennel and wanted to take everyone with him.

The sandman raised his hand, waved out a piece of yellow sand, closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then controlled the bamboo raft to sail straight in one direction, Meng Fan stood in front of the bamboo raft, he took the hands of his wife and children, and stood behind.

The desert is uneven and reflects a harsh ray.

The husband and wife bowed their heads.

Send a journey, and the parting will be one point.

"Brother Wuling, be careful!"

In a certain place in the Loess Formation, Fennel shouted at Zhang Wuling, waved his hand and threw a few attack charms in front of him, Zhang Wuling shook his body and stood in front of Fennel.

Not long ago, they gathered together with all the monks because of Su Pei's Cloud Piercing Immortal Talisman, and while looking for creation all the way, they were also looking for Meng Fan, but after several days, they also found any creation, and they didn't see Meng Fan's shadow.

Instead, I encountered a group of sand scorpions emerging from the ground.

There are hundreds of them!

Those sand scorpions are as big as cows, they are very fierce, and their bodies are almost immortal, and they can be recondensed after they are scattered, and most of the spells have lost their effectiveness, only Shangguan Ning's water system spells have a little deterrent effect.

They fought and fled.

I've been stuck with the sand scorpion for three or four days.

Everyone was exhausted to the point and was on the verge of collapse.

There are also some monks who remain in the Loess Formation forever, and are sucked into dried corpses by sand scorpions.

"What should I do?"

Shangguan Ning's slender hand was stamped on her chest, and a large mist diffused out, blocking hundreds of sand scorpions from the outside, her long hair was messy, and her pretty face was covered with sand and dust, like a haggard rose.

The crowd was silent.

No one could answer her words.

Because people don't know what to do......

(End of chapter)