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"Be careful" freckled cries drowned out by the roar of sand.

The top of the mountain collapsed one after another, and the yellow sand rushed down like a stormy wave. The crowd was unsteady on their feet, staggering from side to side, and the dense grains of sand covered their faces so that they couldn't open their eyes. Several horses stumbled and slipped, but no one cared about the horses, except Gordon to snatch a water bladder as quickly as he could.

The sand waves swept wildly, and the rising smoke was about tens of meters high. Gordon grabbed Sinbad, and the rushing sand wave instantly swept away his hand, and Sinbad fell backwards. The sand slope continued to collapse, and the sand layers slid on top of each other, pushing everyone and horses in all directions.

With a sudden force on his waist, Gordon leaped out of the sand and swept towards Sinbad again. The sand pile above the "boom" fell like a giant palm, smashing him to the other side, burying most of his body in the sand, and the water bladder also fell out of his hands. Gordon broke free, and as soon as he took a step, the sand slope under his feet slipped violently, carrying him straight down.

The wind was whistling in his ears, his vision was blurred, and he vaguely caught a glimpse of a horse struggling and falling, and the sand waves did not pass by, covering the horse. Gordon used the source force, and his hands frequently scrambled, trying to reduce the degree of the fall.

A row of surging sand waves swept inward, revealing a pit that just stopped Gordon's fall. Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly threw his arms and kicked his legs and jumped away. A toothy shadow swooped out from under the sand, biting where he had been. In the next second, Gordon had already turned over and counterattacked, swinging the dagger and stabbing straight at it, and the dagger pinned the shadow of the sharp teeth. The shadow suddenly collapsed, melting into the yellow sand, and only the tip of the dagger was stained with a drop of blood.

Gordon wiped the blood beads, stretched out his tongue and licked it, the faint salty taste mixed with a hint of iron, this is human blood

The sand slope five meters away from him cracked, and the yellow sand poured into it, forming an ever-expanding whirlpool. Gordon pulled his leg to escape, and suddenly hesitated, he might be able to escape on his own, but the others were more than lucky, and Sinbad was sure to die. And if you want to hunt a gust of wind and a leopard, you must gather everyone's strength.

He quickly covered his head and face with his hood, not showing any gaps, and let the whirlpool roll around him, dragging him deep into the sand mountain.

The yellow sand was so hot that it still burned the skin through the fabric, and the stinging pain was unbearable. Grains of sand are squeezed in from all directions, making it difficult to move freely. Gordon closed his eyes and mouth, relaxed his limbs, and opened his whole body vents, exhaling as hard as he could, breathing in the few thin airs in the sand.

Although he couldn't see it visually, he drove a root force spider silk to extend out of his body, like an invisible tentacle. If there is a movement in the sand, he will be able to detect it in advance.

The sand flow carried Gordon to the depths, and the pressure continued to increase. It didn't take long for the sand to turn into heavy, hard rocks that were about to squeeze him flat, and his limbs became stiff and he couldn't move.

Under the continuous pressure of the sand layer, the cycle of breathing microsurgery became faster and faster, and the muscles, wind holes, and source force fluctuated again and again, removing the increasingly powerful squeezing around them.

As the fluctuations accelerate, the boundaries between exhalation and inhalation blur. Every cycle of exhalation and inhalation, inhalation and exhalation, the ups and downs of muscles, source force, and wind holes also become indistinguishable and subtle.

In this strange state, Gordon clearly felt the direction of every sand stream in his vicinity. He consciously manipulated the breath microtechnique, using his own fluctuations to match the surging surging of the sand flow.

The cycle of microsurgery changes frequently, from fast to slow, from light to heavy. Suddenly, Gordon was shaken, and the circulation between muscles, wind holes, and source power suddenly opened, merging with the sand flow, forming a cycle between the four

This is a broader and more esoteric circulatory microsurgery that is no longer limited to the human body, but connects to the external world, expanding from the internal circulation to the external circulation

"There is a shortage of manpower, and the universe is endless. From the inside out, everything is all-encompassing. An experience of King Ming flashed through Gordon's mind, and in an instant, his whole person melted into a part of the sand flow, and the sand flow also fused into a part of the breath microtechnique. Regardless of each other, they tolerate each other, and the small teenager and the huge sand mountain breathe and rise and fall together.

Gordon felt that he could move, and the grains of sand rubbed against his body, no longer rough and hard as stones, but turned into soft water waves, and the pressure around him suddenly weakened. He swung his arms and legs, like a dexterous swimming fish, shuttling through the sand mountains.

Gordon even ripped off his hood, his eyes opened slightly, the grains of sand brushed against his eyelids, warm and soft, and the scorching heat melted into the cycle of breathing, and was finally slowly absorbed by the source force.

A humanoid shadow swam from below, and as it approached Gordon, the humanoid shadow hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't tell whether Gordon was a mass of sand or a flesh creature that could be hunted.

Gordon followed the surging sand, bypassing the humanoid shadows and continuing to swim deeper. His thigh suddenly touched something hard and cold, and he reached out and grabbed it, and it was a standard scimitar with a black eagle engraved on the hilt of which was about to fly.

As he descended deeper into the sand mountains, Gordon saw more moving shadows, some snake-shaped, some petal-like, some insect-like...... All of them are grotesque, strange and terrifying, and these shadows finally converge on a behemoth, as if it were its tentacles

The tentacles couldn't stop waving and swaying, and the sand flow surged and trembled. One of the tentacles wrapped tightly around a horse, the saddle of pink leather, clearly Tracy's mount. The horse had long since suffocated, its body twisted and deformed. Gordon watched as its flesh and bones melted little by little, turning into shadows and eventually becoming part of the tentacles.

With the help of sand flows, Gordon kept approaching the shadow giant. The shadow giant had no mouth, no eyes, no ears, and he had never seen anything about it in a book. Near it, there were piles of standard scimitars, leather boots, and saddles, apparently left behind by the Black Hawk tribe.

The horse thieves deliberately lured the Black Hawk's cavalry here and used the shadow giants against them. Gordon secretly felt that hunting horse thieves in the Ghost Desert was more difficult than expected.

A soft light suddenly appeared in front of Gordon, and it was the Sinbad boy with his eyes closed, his body curled up, and he fell into a coma, his hands unconsciously grasping the magic lamp. The magic lamp automatically emitted an orange-yellow halo, like a transparent and bright blister, tightly enveloping Sinbad.

Dozens of shadow tentacles surrounded Sinbad in the distance, swimming back and forth, not daring to approach. The shadow giant seemed to be extremely afraid of the light of the magic lamp, desperately wielding its tentacles, manipulating the sand stream and pushing Sinbad into the distance.

Gordon's heart moved, and he dived in the direction of Sinbad. At the same time, the shadow giant shook violently, let out a terrible scream, and a tentacle stretched out outward suddenly retracted, and there was a faint flash of electricity on it.