Whew, whew!

Suddenly, the wind picked up!

It is the kind of yellow sheep's horn strange wind, I don't know how high it is, like a wild dragon sucking water, falling from a high altitude of thousands of feet, falling in all directions, rolling up the rolling yellow sand, whining and roaring, forming a salon roll raging.

The strange wind is howling, and the yellow sand is all over the sky, as if it wants to blow away people's souls and sweep them away!

The heavens and the earth were dark, and all the sheep's horn monster winds continued to move closer and condense, and finally condensed into ten huge tornadoes that were thousands of feet thick and a little high, rolling in the rolling yellow sand, and swept towards this Jun Mo from ten directions.

In front of the ten mighty, magnificent, and pillar-like crazy salon scrolls, Jun Mo, who was in the center, was not even a speck of dust, but he was surrounded by eight salon scrolls, becoming the target of killing and becoming the focus.

In an instant, the salon roll rushed into Jun Mo's twenty-mile perception range.

The perception is extremely clear, and in every huge salon roll that stands up to the sky, the rolling yellow sand is full of small golden-horned sandworms as fine as dust. Every golden-horned little sandworm is lying on top of a grain of yellow sand, its blood-red eyes lock on Jun Mo, and the two golden horns on the top of its head are shining with electric light, it seems that anytime, anywhere, it can strike an earth-shattering blow to Jun Mo, killing Jun Mo into flying ashes and particles, directly eliminating the entire heaven and earth.

Thundered!

Ten thick saloon scrolls finally gathered together from the ten directions, emitting a huge roar, forming an extremely condensed giant tornado, completely enveloping Jun Mo in the center, and the hurricane raging wildly, hula and la from all directions, the tearing force was enough to easily tear a high-star emperor to pieces.

This is the power of the Sand Worm Killing Array!

Jun Mo's body trembled slightly, his eyes flashed with unprecedented light, and it seemed that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Dangerous!

In the face of the Sand Worm Killing Array, Jun Mo, who was strictly protected by the battle formation of the Hundred Schools of Princes, felt the danger like never before!

The fighting spirit is at an all-time high!

Snort!

Suddenly, all the golden-horned little sandworms were like demonic insects with horns on their heads, holding the golden horns on their heads high, flashing thunder and lightning, staring at blood-red eyes, opening their big mouths, revealing Bai Sensen's fangs and roaring, emitting a piercing scream.

As soon as the sound came out, a torrent of rolling sound waves immediately formed, resounding between the heaven and earth enclosed by the salon.

In the huge torrent of sound waves, there were all kinds of giant knives, guns, arrows, axes, cars, horses, dragons, beasts, and even thousands of troops lined up neatly, charging in formation, with endless killing intentions, with the hurricane rolling towards Jun Mo.

This is the treatment that only His Holiness can enjoy, and can resist or withstand the attack, any emperor at the peak of the Nine Stars, when he is wiped aside, there is only a sad scream, and his body dies and turns into ashes.

The real attack of the Sand Worm Killing Array has begun.

A strong sense of danger stimulated Jun Mo, the boiling blood, the soaring battle spirit, has reached the extreme, no unpleasant, not unpleasant!

"Fight, fight! fight! fight!"

Jun Mo roared violently, and the whole person actually rose into the air, completely integrated into the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought.

Jun Mo entered the battle formation of the hundred schools of Zhuzi, with the hard work of the heart of the sage, and with the strength of his heart, he tried to control the battle formation of the hundred schools of Zhuzi and fight against the enemy.

This is undoubtedly a crazy behavior for Jun Mo, who can only excite and drive even the emperor-level best battle post, but cannot control it at all.

However, Jun Mo firmly believes that with the heart of a sage, with a lot of hard work and tempered mental strength, he will definitely be able to drive the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought, even for a moment, but it is enough to destroy the opponent.

This kind of behavior is crazy and undesirable!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle formation of the hundred schools of thought rose majestically into the air, forming a scroll, such as the divine needle of fixing the wind, fixing the sea, and fixing the universe, upside down in the center of the violent salon scroll, allowing the torrent of sound waves and hurricanes to wash away in thousands of ways, and it did not move.

All attacks, for the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought, are like ants shaking elephants.

For this alone, it can already be determined that the Battle Formation of the Hundred Schools of Princes, whether in terms of level or quality, is not comparable to the Sand Worm Killing Array.

"Confusion, lightning, mad guns, lore!"

Suddenly, in the middle of the salon roll, a cold, tyrannical voice sounded!

Snort, snort!

Hundreds of millions of golden horned sandworms roared, lightning shone, endless hurricane sand blew the entire space in the salon volume, and finally wrapped in a lightning hurricane, rushing to the sky, instantly forming two lightning flashing, hurricane-filled giant spears, one in the sky, one on the ground, poofing is a shot, tearing the space, and hitting both ends of the scroll of the Hundred Schools of Battles at the same time.

Thundered!

The battle formation of the Hundred Schools of Zhuzi seemed to be frightened, and seemed to have woken up, and the dusty ancient scroll seemed to have been opened by a naughty and ignorant teenager, opening such a gap.

Battle! Battle! Battle!

Array! Array! Array!

The endless sound of the horn seemed to sound from ancient times, the breath of antiquity, vicissitudes, with violent killing intent, hideous blood, boiling battle intent, high will, iron-blooded spirit, with an indomitable, surrendered, unstoppable momentum, swept out of the crack that opened.

The electric light disappeared, the hurricane stopped, the wild sand fell, and even the furious saloon rolls froze at this moment, and all the golden-horned sandworms opened their mouths wide, but they also froze.

"Close!"

Suddenly, a magnificent, vast, unquestionable voice resounded through the world.

This voice came from the crack in the scroll of the Hundred Schools of Battles Diagram that had just been opened less than a few inches.

The huge salon scroll, with billions of particle-like golden horn sandworms, was instantly sucked into this gap like a long dragon absorbing water, and then the air rippled slightly, and the scroll disappeared out of thin air.

Heaven and earth returned to clarity in an instant, the sun was shining, the blue sky was cloudless, and the yellow sand was thousands of miles away.

Thump!

A person suddenly fell in mid-air, fell into the yellow sand, and rolled several times before standing up.

He is a young man with eyebrows like a sword, starry eyes and bright teeth, a face like jade, and a sackcloth cloth.

This person is Jun Mo, dressed in sackcloth, and he is also transformed by the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought.

The Sand Worm Killing Array was finally directly absorbed by the Hundred Schools of Sons Battle Formation Diagram and turned into an insignificant small formation in the Array Diagram, and what Holy Envoy, what Old Tsar, Achilles, Alchak, and the nearly fifty or so emperors were directly transformed into a part of the Hundred Families of Sons Battle Formation and became a part of the formation of the Sand Worm Killing Array, which became a thing of the past.

The Aksand worm family, which has been in the desert of the northwest of the Ming Dynasty for 10,000 years, has since become a thing of the past.

In a few years, this desert will surely become an oasis under the strong hand of the Ming Dynasty, recreating the grand occasion of tens of thousands of years ago, and the ancient city of Loulan will also be rebuilt and become the center of this world again.

These are not issues that Jun Mo needs to consider, even if this generation of Emperor Ming is too lazy to pay attention, Zhu Yin, the empress, will be directly supported by him in the next few years, and when the time comes, these are all small things.

Cautiously raising his head, he looked at the two holy children who were already in the air, and Jun Mo's expression became solemn.