Chapter 957: The Wrath of the Sandworm (9)

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With his ears and perception, Mu is also very dexterous to avoid those fire meteors.

It's just that because the quicksand everywhere has somewhat affected some of his avoidance, the robe he wears has also been ignited by the flames.

Fortunately, Zitong arrived in time, grabbed his robe, and pulled it hard.

With a bang, the thin body on his body cracked, and if it was any later, he was afraid that his hair would be covered by the flames.

Casually throwing away the thin flame in his hand, Purple Hitomi grabbed his wrist.

"Let's go!"

She had a heart-to-heart with the Burning Sky, and knew that the work of breaking the hole was almost coming to an end, and when she struck the next blow, it was when the wall collapsed, and it would be too late to leave.

The two of them flapped their wings at the same time and rushed together towards the burning sky in mid-air.

At this time, Burning Sky had already swung his wings with all his might, and was about to launch this final full force impact.

When the purple pupil rushed over with Mu Chong, the burning sky had already risen from the ground and turned into a streamer.

Grabbing the green vine on one of the iron boxes, Purple Pupil dragged Mu over and pressed his hand on the green vine.

"Hold on!"

Mu did as he was told, holding on tightly to the green vine.

Gu Luocheng flew up and stabbed into the air with a sword.

The sandworm queen also rushed up unwillingly, opening her bloody mouth and biting towards the tail of the burning sky.

Mu and Zitong turned around at the same time and waved their hands in unison.

A ray of moonlight and a beam of thunder rushed towards the Sandworm Queen at the same time, smashing into its face and exploding.

In the dazzling light, the Burning Sky had once again slammed into the sand arm above its head, the spire piercing the thick rock, its two hind claws gripping the stone wall hard, and slamming upward.

On the calm beach, a wave of sand several feet high suddenly erupted, and then a huge figure rushed out with the flying sand.

The whole body is golden, the body is more than ten meters in size, and the golden scales on the wings of the flesh glisten in the sun.

Among the two huge front paws, each carried a large black iron box.

On the iron box, wrapped in tender green green vines, a person standing on the top of the box, his body was covered with sand and dust, his face was haggard but his face was happy, it was Lan Yinshui, the young master of Bishui City.

Under the iron box, there were two people hanging.

A white-robed man with a long silver staff in his hand.

A black robe with gold edges, and a dark purple two-edged long knife in his hand.

Of course, it's Purple Pupil and Mu.

Burning Sky smoothly led everyone out of the hole.

Flying into the air, it gently shook its wings, and countless sands fell, like a huge sandstorm, and the quicksand on its back fell, instantly filling up a sand valley, and not far away, a sand dune was piled up.

Purple Pupil turned her face and looked at Mu beside her.

I wanted to see how he was doing, but at a glance, I saw that the face towel covering his face had fallen off at some point, and his face was as white as snow.

People say that the pink carved jade masonry, before the purple pupil always felt a little exaggerated, when she saw the true face of the pastor, she understood what the meaning of this word was.

His skin was like snow jade, white and moist, and his skin seemed to be transparent, and on that face like snow jade, there were nose wings that were also carved from ice crystals, and a pair of lips were extremely light powder.

If Beichen is as noble as a god, and Wuyang is as evil as a demon, then Mu is an elf.

"Scaring you?"

Listening to the purple pupil's unusual breathing, Mu hurriedly turned his face away and no longer faced her.

From the time he was sensible, he knew that he was different from others.