When Zhao Hu killed the hundreds of brown scorpions on his side, Wang Xiaohu also agitated the mana in his body, waved the spirit weapon flying sword in his hand, and easily killed the hundreds of brown scorpions on his side, and said loudly to Zhao Hu not far away: "Brother Zhao, take a hand, help the brothers, clean up all these scorpions!" ”

"No problem!"

As soon as Wang Xiaohu's voice fell, Zhao Hu did not hesitate or hesitate at all, responded loudly, and encouraged the mana in his body, kicked the ground with both feet, leaving a sand pit in place, and his body suddenly shot out, and he approached a monk not far away with lightning, and the spirit weapon flying sword in his hand quickly swung out, and a cold sword light swept through the air, with a sharp edge, cutting the brown scorpions into two ruthlessly.

With Zhao Hu's helper, the pressure of the cultivator in the Yudan period was greatly reduced, and with a roar, the mana in his body surged rapidly, and the protective shield outside his body shone brightly, shaking off the brown scorpions attached to the protective shield, and the spiritual weapon in his hand quickly waved out, with terrifying power, smashing the brown scorpions into meat sauce and scattering them on the yellow sand.

After all the brown scorpions on the side of the monk were killed, he and Zhao Hu supported the other monks of the Dan stage and launched a ferocious attack on the brown scorpion.

The brown scorpion only has the realm of the Qi cultivation period, mainly relying on the poisonous needles of the scorpion tail and the huge number of injured enemies, and in the case of surprise, it can catch Zhao Hu and the others by surprise.

As soon as Zhao Hu and the other monks of the Yudan period reacted, the situation changed dramatically, and the brown scorpion became the target of slaughter, and in a matter of moments, it was slaughtered, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood, scattered on the yellow sand.

After killing all the thousands of brown scorpions around, Zhao Hu and the other monks of the Yudan Period, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, immediately took a step forward and continued to gallop in the direction where the ancient tomb was located.

As for the monk who was devoured by the brown scorpion, he could only blame him for his bad luck!

"Look, what's that?"

Zhao Hu, who was staring at the scorching sun and walking on the yellow sand, saw a black dot appear in front of him, expanding in his field of vision, galloping towards his location, his face changed greatly, and he couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

"Sandstorm!"

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, Wang Xiaohu, Zhou Shan and the others all turned their eyes to the black dots in front of them, and the faces of some monks who were more familiar with the desert changed wildly, and they couldn't help but exclaim loudly, their tones were full of fear and fear.

The sandstorm in the desert is extremely terrifying, countless times more powerful than the earth-based spells cast by the earth-based monks, and in the unavoidable situation, none of them, the monks of the Yudan-stage period, can escape, and if they are not careful, they may be submerged by the sandstorm and become a pile of bones in the yellow sand.

Hearing the exclamation of the monk of the Yudan period, Wang Xiaohu Zhou Shan and the others changed their faces, and they all agitated the mana in their bodies, took out defensive magic weapons from the space ring, and protected their bodies from being swept into the sandstorm, drowning under the yellow sand by the sandstorm, and becoming a pile of corpses.

The speed of the sandstorm was very fast, and the sandstorm, which was originally still a black spot, swept through the void like lightning, appearing thousands of kilometers away from Zhao Hu and the others, and a gust of wind swept up the yellow sand in the sky, and a huge yellow vortex as high as thousands of zhang swept towards the location of Zhao Hu and the others with a terrifying momentum.

Looking at the huge yellow whirlpool in front of him that was thousands of zhang high and tens of thousands of zhang wide, Zhao Hu, who couldn't fly, knew that he couldn't dodge at all, so he could only hold on, hoping that he would not be too unlucky and die tragically in the yellow sand whirlpool.

While thinking about it, Zhao Hu took out a golden armor talisman from the space ring, entered the mana, activated it, and added a golden armor outside his body, wrapping his body to protect his physical safety.

As soon as Zhao Hu did this, he saw a huge yellow whirlpool, so he swept Zhao Hu into it and flew into the yellow whirlpool, and countless yellow sand was wrapped in the wind, with terrifying power, constantly slapping on Zhao Hu's body.

Under the crazy blows of countless yellow sands, the golden armor outside Zhao Hu's body flashed, the aura was rapidly consumed, and the luster became more and more dim, and it could collapse at any time, unable to protect Zhao Hu's body.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hu, who was in the whirlpool and was swept into the sky, moved with the whirlpool, without the slightest hesitation and hesitation, immediately took out a golden armor talisman from the space ring, and entered the mana to activate it.

In the whirlpool, Zhao Hu's body uncontrollably rolled violently with the movement of the whirlpool, flying to an altitude of 10,000 meters, falling into the yellow sand, and constantly moving forward with the yellow whirlpool in the direction of the sandstorm.

As time passed, Zhao Hu stayed in the sandstorm whirlpool for a full quarter of an hour, and as the sandstorm didn't know how far it flew, it was only at the moment of the sandstorm that it was thrown into the distance, and he fell hard into the yellow sand, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Hu, who fell in the yellow sand, stood up with difficulty, looked at the sandstorm that was rapidly dispersing in the distance, and showed a hint of happiness on his face for the rest of his life, and was glad that he was able to survive the sandstorm.

According to what Zhao Hu saw, a group of more than ten monks in the Dan period, and three monks in the Dan period, were torn apart by the wanton wind in the sandstorm, turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and died tragically in the sandstorm, so he was very lucky to be able to survive, and it is worth celebrating.

After being happy that he had survived for a while, Zhao Hu sat cross-legged on the yellow sand, took out a bottle of Huiyuan Pill from the space ring, restored the mana consumed in his body, and used the Wood Fire Divine Skill to heal a little wound in his body.

An hour later, the injuries in Zhao Hu's body healed, opened his closed eyes, stood up, and walked straight in the direction where the ancient tomb was.

After walking in the yellow sand for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Hu saw a young woman in red leather armor and a middle-aged man in blue clothes, walking towards the direction of the ancient tomb.

"Wait for me!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hu did not hesitate or hesitate at all, immediately shouted and ran over quickly.

Hearing Zhao Hu's shout, the young woman in red leather armor and the middle-aged man in blue clothes immediately stopped moving forward, looked back at the source of the sound, and saw that it was Zhao Hu, with a smile on his face, and quietly waited for Zhao Hu in place.

"My name is Zhao Hu, I don't know what the two Taoist friends call me?"

Running in front of the young woman and the middle-aged man, Zhao Hu said with a smile on his face.

Although they entered the dimensional space together and searched for the ancient tomb together, because Wang Xiaohu did not introduce them, they didn't know each other at all, and they just lost in a row.

It doesn't matter if more than ten of them act together, they don't know each other, but now they have encountered a sandstorm and have been blown away by the strong wind in the sandstorm, and I don't know how many people are alive.

"My name is Liu Meng!"

"My name is Wang Chong!"

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, a faint smile appeared on the faces of the young woman and the middle-aged man, and they responded loudly.

"Two Taoist friends, I think we met after the sandstorm is also fate, we should take care of each other on the next journey, I don't know what the two Taoist friends think?"

Seeing the smile on the faces of the young woman and the middle-aged man, Zhao Hu showed a satisfied smile on his face and said softly.

"I don't know how many dangers are waiting for us ahead, we should really take care of each other along the way, so as not to encounter any dangers on the road and die tragically in this uninhabited dimensional space!"

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, Liu Meng nodded lightly and responded loudly, while Wang Chong on the side also nodded in agreement with Zhao Hu's construction.

After the three of them reached an agreement, they took a step and walked towards the location of the ancient tomb, chatting casually and getting to know each other on the way.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

A wolf howl sounded in the yellow sand, and the yellowish sand wolves emerged from the yellow sand, showing a semicircle to surround Zhao Hu, Liu Meng, Wang Chong, and the three of them, a pair of eyes, full of murderous gaze, the mouth was slightly open, two rows of sharp teeth, under the sunlight, flashing with a cold cold light.

"Eighteen sand wolves, how about we solve six by ourselves?"

Glancing at the sand wolf hundreds of meters away, showing a half-moon-shaped encirclement, Liu Meng's face showed a charming smile, and said to Zhao Hu and Wang Chong beside him with a calm face.

"No problem!" Zhao Hu said with a calm face, looking at the sand wolf's eyes, full of cold killing intent.

"As you wish!" Wang Chong loosened his shoulders and said with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of lightness, and he didn't put the eighteen sand wolves in front of him in his eyes at all.

"In that case, let's get moving!"

Hearing the words of Zhao Hu and Wang Chong, the charm on Liu Meng's face became even stronger, and he smiled slightly.

After speaking, Liu Meng drank lightly, the mana in his body was running rapidly, and the surrounding fire elements were like a tide, surging towards Liu Meng's body, and with his soft drink, they gathered in one place, forming a series of scorching flames, dragging a long tail flame towards the sand wolf hundreds of meters away.