Xu Yongzheng looked at the invisible giant hand, and he was also shocked. In the past, he urged the artistic conception of Zhiyue many times, but he didn't see the giant hand, but this time he saw it, which represented a big step forward in his artistic conception of Zhiyue.

The whole mountain turned into a boulder and fell down, and the five peaks that were gathered in one place, which should have been hidden from the clouds, were also shrouded in the boulders.

Soon there was an end, and the five peaks began to slowly separate, and then the boulders on the mountain also rolled down.

In the end, the boulders of the Folding Mountain Artistic Conception smashed down a lot of the ground, and the phantom shadows of the five peaks slowly became smaller and finally disappeared.

The breath in Xu Yongzheng's chest finally exhaled, and he felt a lot lighter.

And the five large stone walls were still undamaged, and a faint layer of multicolored streamers flickered on them, which was very beautiful.

Xu Yongzheng had nothing to do with these five stone walls, and his eyes suddenly began to blur again.

There seemed to be a small yellow particle in the air, and I couldn't count them.

Looking at the ground again, Xu Yongzheng was surprised to find that there was already a large layer of fine sand on the ground.

The fine sand moves without wind, without artesian flow, and moves irregularly, like a few fish swimming in the water.

Under the swimming of those fish, the fine sand became more and more, and the platform became larger and larger, and gradually, Xu Yongzheng came to a boundless desert again.

What kind of artistic conception is this? Xu Yongzheng had a question in his heart, but he was quickly denied by himself.

This is similar to what I saw in the Faxiang Fragment Scroll that time. The difference is that that this time it was strange to stand in the distance and float, and this time, where is it sacred?

There are no people, no ghosts, and no people who pretend to be gods.

Some only have five rolls of wild sand.

At first, the sand was only one man tall, the thickness of a bucket, and it rotated in five places.

After a while, the five wild sands turned out to be all the bigger, becoming one zhang high, the size of four or five people hugging each other.

Xu Yongzheng didn't know how to stop these wild sands, and took the lead in attacking, one after another sword qi, extremely powerful, slashing towards those sand and dust rolls.

The sand and dust roll did not dodge, and after being slashed by Xu Yongzheng's sword qi, it did not stop running, and the sword qi only left some traces, and it was repaired by the sand and dust roll.

Xu Yongzheng knew the answer. It's the same trick that was played back then. Unfortunately, he didn't explain to him how this should work and simulate it.

Xu Yongzheng looked at the yellow sand in the sky, but ignored the five sands and dust.

The yellow sand is long, looking around, no relatives and no reason, no friends and no friends, and a sadness wells up in my heart.

He had only deduced half of the vast swordsmanship in the Mu family, and at this time, he took advantage of this opportunity to start again.

Xu Yongzheng's figure moved, a sword raised, Gu front and back, a sword raised, Gu left and right. His mind was almost clear, the Xuanyi Sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, and the Xuanyi Sword caused more and more yellow sand.

That's what he's driving the momentum. The yellow sand began to slowly gather into a stream, began to coalesce into a stream, and finally became a large river.

The vast artistic conception began to take shape from this moment.

You don't see it, the vast water comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, the rolling yellow sand scatters the stars, and the tornado covers the heavenly palace like a pillar.

I saw that the sand and dust gradually showed a whirlpool and turn, like a yellow pillar, hanging straight down from the sky, and the scene was spectacular. A devastating, silent breath came from the yellow tornado.

The five dust rolls also began to gather in one place, turning into a galloping yellow dragon.

With a long roar, the yellow dragon opened his throat and rushed towards Xu Yongzheng's artistic conception.

The momentum of the yellow dragon was quite strong, but it was not as strong as the yellow pillar that went straight to the Heavenly Palace.

In the end, the breath of destruction finally came, tearing the yellow dragon that was about several feet long to pieces. And Xu Yongzheng also began to stop the sword in his hand, unable to believe that this was his masterpiece.

"It's not right. Finally, a voice came.

When Xu Yongzheng saw it, it turned out to be a bald young man, with his bare arms and holding a long stick.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is where you're from?" said the bald boy.

"Naturally, I'm from Donglin and I'm a swordsman. ”

"I don't think you're like it, this breath is clearly not something from this world. Could it be that Zhongzhou has already suffered a catastrophe?"

After the bald boy said this, there was some pity and sadness in his eyes, and then, his eyes were cold and said: "Extraterritorial demons, suffer death." ”

The bald boy held a long stick, and a stick picked up half a zhang of yellow sand, and the stick itself was extremely long, and under this blessing, it reached more than one zhang.

Xu Yongzheng's Xuanyi sword is less than three feet, and he can't get close.

The bald boy became more and more courageous the more he fought, and after more than a dozen moves, he forced Xu Yongzheng to the ruins.

The situation became more and more unfavorable, and Xu Yongzheng's half sleeve was eroded by the yellow sand early, and his calf was almost pierced by that piece of yellow sand.

And the bald boy was still frowning, and the long stick in his hand kept stopping, and at this time, a stick was thrown out like a whip, hitting Xu Yongzheng's thigh.

And Xu Yongzheng's expression perked up, and the Xuanyi Sword hit the yellow sand again, and the yellow sand in front of it was cut off, but the follow-up yellow sand immediately attacked, just like a congested bee swarm competing for food, leaving no gap for Xu Yongzheng.

Xu Yongzheng's reaction was extremely fast, only to see his figure flip, bend down, and support the ground with the palm of his left hand, so as to avoid the bald young man's move.

The bald boy's long stick changed, straight up and down, and after the long stick pointed to the sky, it smashed down.

This time, the yellow sand at the end of the long stick was no longer the size of an arm. The yellow sand responded to the bald boy's call, not only did the end become a cylinder the size of a boiler, but the yellow sand at the middle end also suddenly increased, and the yellow sand of the whole stick seemed to be smelted in one place by an iron furnace, and it was extremely solidified.

Although the Xuanyi Sword in Xu Yongzheng's hand was hard, he was not sure about the bald boy's blow. Xu Yongzheng's body arched slightly, and he spun violently with one foot, and his body flipped abruptly with this leverage, so as to avoid this blow.

However, the huge yellow sand condensed stick smashed on the ground, and the sound was particularly terrifying, not only stirring up a lot of sand and dust, but even the entire ground seemed to tremble a few times.

"With the next blow, you can't be so lucky. ”

Xu Yongzheng always felt as if he had seen this bald boy somewhere, or where he had seen his kind.

But in his memory, he couldn't find anything.

"Why don't you try it again?" Xu Yongzheng said without showing weakness.

The bald boy sneered, and the long stick condensed the yellow sand again, turning into the size of a pillar, and the length was even more exaggerated than just now, and it reached almost two feet.

If it is said that this inch is long and an inch strong, then this weapon is already extremely strong, and it is as hard as iron.

Xu Yongzheng didn't have a long sword in his hand, and although the Xuanyi sword was good, it was still not sharp enough after all.

The yellow dragon scroll that went straight to the blue sky just now couldn't be played.

Therefore, Xu Yongzheng can only escape, only hide.

The bald young man's stick technique was exquisite, and when he saw Xu Yongzheng's blind dodge and defense, the stick in his hand became even more unscrupulous.

Xu Yongzheng's left hand was scraped by the yellow sand, leaving a long wound.

The sand stream that the Xuanyi Sword had just cut off, and after a while, the sand stick was restored again.

Where is this? Or is it on that platform? Or is it like the Dharma?

Xu Yongzheng finally stopped thinking about it, his mind tightened, and in his left hand, a quicksand sword in the shape of a golden sword also appeared in his hand.

The bald monk's face was full of shock, and he said, "You are indeed an extraterritorial demon. ”

Xu Yongzheng wanted to test the sharpness of this sword, and as soon as he struck a brute trick, he smashed the sand flow at the end of the long stick.

And under this blow, the long stick changed from two zhang long to one and a half zhang long.

Quicksand continued to repair the stick, but it was nowhere near as fluent as the previous times.

And it worked.

Xu Yongzheng once again confirmed that this was a space similar to the inside of the Fa Xiang Fragment Scroll, and he was no longer afraid.

At the beginning, he could defeat the guy who had lived for hundreds of years, and today, he believes that he can also defeat this guy.

He desperately wants to see the true face of this bald boy, and he wants to know where this guy comes from, why he says that he is an extraterritorial demon, and what is the saying about Zhongzhou's suffering?