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On a barren plain, there was a terrifying yellow sandstorm, and the slightest roar was endless. There used to be a strong person from the Spirit Sect who refused to enter, but finally disappeared without a trace. Therefore, the local people named this wasteland Burial Sect Yuan. As the reputation of Fu Zongyuan became more and more famous, there were few people on this plain.

A little boy in ragged clothes staggered along in a shabby carriage, his immature face full of determination.

This little boy, besides Mu Zhen, who came out of the bottom of the sea of ten thousand lives, who else can there be.

After Mu Zhen came out of the seabed, the old man disappeared without a trace, Mu Zhen had to think that Mu Hai occasionally mentioned to him that only by passing through the Burial Sect Plain could they reach their city on the mainland.

Therefore, Mu Zhen walked forward alone.

After a month passed, Mu Zhen realized the vastness of this plain, helpless, Mu Zhen was good, hungry, digging some wild vegetables, thirsty, collecting some dew.

Another month passed, and Mu Zhen's delicate skin became dry and yellow.

"Alas! When is it a head, fortunately I broke through to the spirit priest, otherwise I am afraid that I will have to turn into a pinch of loess. ”

Mu Zhen rubbed his dry little face and muttered.

A dry throat sound made Mu Zhen jump out of the carriage in an instant, after all, he was a spirit warrior, and his perception was several times stronger than that of stepping on the spirit mirror.

It turned out that the carriage could not withstand this harsh climate and fell to the ground.

Mu Zhen smiled helplessly, walked over slowly, and used the dagger given by Mu Shan on his birthday to save some of the flesh and blood on the horse's body, and then continued on the road.

Due to the yellow sand, Mu Zhen can no longer forget the time, however, the blessing is not only coming, but the disaster is not alone. Mu Zhen's luck seems to have been exhausted.

"Whew!"

A strong wind lifted the yellow sand like a big hand,

It's like the end of the world.

"Damn! Sandstorm!"

Mu Zhen looked at the huge sandstorm with a bitter face, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

In the face of a sandstorm like the end of the world, even the strong people of the Spirit Sect are extremely tricky, so it can be seen how strong the sandstorm is.

Mu Zhen felt powerless for the first time.

Taking out the coiling dragon stick from behind his back, the majestic spiritual power of the spirit warrior in Mu Zhen's body converged in the palm of his hand, and the coiling dragon stick was fiercely inserted into the yellow sand.

The coiling dragon stick is the one given by the old man, and Mu Zhen named it the coiling dragon stick.

At this moment, the yellow sand in the sky rushed towards the area where Mu Zhen was located like a giant beast.

"Whew......!"

Mu Zhen grabbed the coiling dragon stick tightly, even so, his body felt like it was being blown up, and even if he used spiritual power, it had no effect.

Mu Zhen thought bitterly, "What kind of life is this******!" ”

Forcing an eight- or nine-year-old child like this doesn't weaken the name of a sandstorm.

And with the unbridled sandstorm, the spiritual power in Mu Zhen's body was consumed rapidly, and he had no choice but to summon the second spiritual power.

A purple demonic lotus bloomed in the vast yellow sand, making it even more purple and bright, as if it was a vast starry sky, which made people addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

The purple lotus flower, which has always been useless, made Mu Zhen feel helpless, and he also filled it with spiritual power, but it only flashed purple light slightly, and there was no other effect.

Mu Zhen pouted helplessly in the sandstorm, he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, otherwise he would have to die here.

However, with the rampant sandstorm, the purple lotus full of enchantment did not play any role in the purple flower to save the bear.

Just when Mu Zhen thought it was hopeless and died here.

"Huh?!"

"Senior, I still hope to save this, the kid is grateful!"

Mu Zhen raised his head with difficulty, and after shouting, he was also gagged by the yellow sand.

At this moment, a soul power so powerful that even a sandstorm trembled poured out from Mu Zhen's coiling dragon stick.

After wrapping Mu Zhen's inner life, an illusory old man appeared in front of Mu Zhen's surprised eyes.

"Yes,,, it's you?!"

"Hehe, Mu Zhen Xiaoyou, we have met."

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On a high ground in the plains.

"The sandstorm isn't over yet?!"

"Sandstorms will last for more than a month!"

Mu Zhen grinned at the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and thought in his heart, "I really want to wait for the storm to stop before leaving, fortunately!" ”

Looking at the sandstorm that had gone away as if it were the end of the world, the old man on Mu Zhen's side gradually widened his small eyes that occasionally flashed sharp.

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