?? Above the desert, a group of people walked against the wind, and from time to time one or two rays of light flew out of the team, obviously a spell used for exploration. And in the center of these people, Ye Xing was lazily advancing, he was lying on a jade bottle, which was floating on the ground, always keeping forward.

And his hand is playing with a black ink stone, the ink stone with him keep throwing upwards, but because of gravity and keep falling, every time it falls, the ink stone will bring up a burst of dust around, obviously the weight of this ink stone is not light, otherwise it would not bring up such dust.

And many monks around were looking at Ye Xing, and at the same time, they were also looking at the ink stone in his hand, and many people were thinking maliciously in their hearts, when the ink stone in his hand smashed into his head and smashed his head, but everyone understood that this was impossible, and they had never seen a monk play with his magic weapon and smash himself to death.

I just don't know how many layers of prohibition that looking so wonderful ink stone can have.

And Ye Xing was also thinking about pinching the ink stone at this time, at this time, he just refined the weight of this ink stone with a layer of prohibition, and if he refined a few more layers, wouldn't it have a weight of nearly 100,000 catties, and when the time came, even the Yuanying monk could be stoned to death.

And just as he was thinking, not far away, Baimei Zhenren and Heling Zhenren were also discussing privately.

"Heling, you may have guessed his identity? The old man has never heard of the name Ye Sheng. ”

The white-eyed real person looked at Ye Xing's lazy appearance, he was sure that he had never seen such a person.

"I have never heard of such a person, and his magic weapon is not used by well-known monks, so I can't tell where he came from at all. ”

The two of them were guessing Ye Xing's origin here, and the team suddenly stopped.

The white-eyed real person frowned, and just as he wanted to speak, in front of them, the sand suddenly became chaotic. Suddenly, a huge sand beast appeared in front of him, but it seemed that it was at most a sand beast in the Dan period, but the power it brought was earth-shattering, obviously it was carrying a sandstorm in the center of the desert, and the huge sandstorm was already close in an instant.

"Fellow Daoists, please take action. The white-eyed real person shouted loudly. He didn't plan to make a move, and such a situation was not worth it.

But before his words could be completely fallen, he saw that a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge shadow fell from the sky and fell squarely on the body of the sand beast in front of them.

It was an enlarged version of the ink stone that Ye Xing was playing with in his hand before, and everyone naturally subconsciously looked at Ye Xing when they saw this. I found that the graphite in Ye Xing's hand was gone. And the oncoming sandstorm was also blocked by this huge ink stone, and left from both sides.

Then, seeing Ye Xing's casual move, the ink stone returned to his hand, as if he had done something too small to be small, he looked at the few people around him lightly, and then still lay back on the jade bottle.

However, his understatement action brought great pressure to the people around him, and those Yuanying monks were just that, they didn't have much hope for this trip to the ancient ruins, but they were just hoping to get some resources. And those condensation stage cultivators completely regarded Ye Xing as a big problem, and Ye Xing's strength was really beyond their imagination.

According to Ye Xing's expression just now, people casually throw out a magic weapon with such great power, I am afraid that even the white-eyed real person is not absolutely sure that he can deal with it. In this way, when they capture the ruins and divide the resources, I am afraid that Ye Xing will take the initiative.

In this way, many people looked at each other, and everything was silent. The corners of Ye Xing's mouth were slightly curved, his divine sense was more than one point stronger than these people's, and he naturally saw their small movements clearly.

However, Ye Xingzhi doesn't care, this world is like this, only hard fists make sense.

As the team advanced, they soon approached the edge of the storm, Ye Xing vaguely saw an imposing hanging city from a distance, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he could even see the idol of the Wing Clan's Wing Saint from above.

At the most powerful moment in antiquity, the Wing Saint led the Wing Clan to dominate the ancient sky, and even the most powerful race could only avoid it in the sky.

And only the most prosperous hanging city can erect the statue of the Wing Saint. Now in front of their eyes, there was such a huge Winged Holy Spirit statue standing on top of the huge Hanging City, this Hanging City was not the main city of the Wing Clan, but also a larger city.

"That's the Winged Clan's idol, that's the Winged Saint !!"

Not only Ye Xing saw it, but also those other condensation stage monks, these condensation stage monks naturally knew more than most of the Yuan Infant stage monks, and they naturally understood what terrifying wealth such a hanging city would contain.

Suddenly, even the calm white-eyed real person's face turned red. And Heling Zhenren was even more ugly, and his eyes looked at the Hanging City not far away, and it turned out to be a little trendy and red.

The last time they came, they hadn't even gone that deeper, because the storm was stronger than this one.

However, although this time the storm was not as strong as the previous one, the surrounding storm seemed to have condensed, and the inside of the storm seemed to have become even more violent.

Even if they hadn't stepped into the sandstorm yet, the condensation monks had sensed the bursting power within. In this way, I am afraid that it will be a little useless to bring these Yuan Infant Stage Monks, after all, with their cultivation, I am afraid that they will not even be able to survive this sandstorm.

Those Yuan Infant Stage cultivators naturally felt this way, and they were all a little depressed at once, after all, their purpose was also to be able to get some resources from this Hanging City.

Seeing their expressions, Ye Xing immediately took out some of the vajra talismans he had refined from his storage ring and threw them out casually.

"These are the talismans I refined, although they are only vajra talismans, but they have a superimposed effect inside, and they have some effect on protecting you from this sandstorm. ”

Hearing Ye Xing say this, those Yuan Infant Stage Cultivators immediately burst into tears, but all they did was quickly step forward to snatch the talisman.

"One person, one person, more robbers, die!"