In the desert hundreds of miles away from the Hulu Canyon, there is a Buddha light passing through the sky and coming straight here.

In the light of the Buddha is a small novice wearing a light red robe.

Chirp.

There was also a crisp sound of birds.

"Don't worry, little finch, it's almost there." The little novice was Juezhen, and he was talking to the yellow finch spirit between his sleeves.

After dealing with the matter of the evil monk in the sand sea, he should have set off to return to the Chicken Soup Temple.

But not long after he left, he suddenly had a whim, the Buddha's light enlightened, and in the dark, he felt that something big was about to happen in this Mogao.

He practiced Buddhism, and he was already a person who had cultivated spiritual affinity, and his whims were often clever.

It was also because of this that he stayed in Mogao.

Until two days ago, that whim was more obvious, and it directly pointed him in the direction.

"There are still more than two hundred miles, and it should be there." Jue Zhen said: "I hope it will be in time." ”

......

Many women in the 'sheep' tribe could not help but weep.

The children didn't know much, but when they saw their mothers crying, they began to cry.

The cry was continuous and terrible.

Lu Qingshan has a distant view.

At the back of the sand wolf demon pack, there were three tall giant wolves.

The yellow wolf fur on its body, like the tip of a needle, stands up like a needle, quite a bit of regional characteristics, and the jagged fangs are shining cold, all revealing its terrifying strength.

The brown pupils were full of violence and indifference.

Three sand wolf demons at the pinnacle of the fourth grade.

They are the ones who started this wave of demon attacks.

And among the thousands of sand wolf demons, the first-grade ones occupy the majority, the second-grade sand wolf demons have hundreds, and the third-grade sand wolf demons have dozens.

The first product is the first, and the charge is in the front.

Obviously, the leader of this group of sand wolf demons, although they felt the terrifying aura in the canyon dissipate, they were suspicious by nature, and they still did not choose to rush in, but let their men take the lead.

Once the monster beast becomes a tide, the momentum is like a rainbow, and it has an irresistible momentum.

In the heyday before Lu Qingshan cut the Dao Foundation, he was able to walk back and forth in front of such a demon tide, but if he wanted to stop this demon tide with the power of one person, I am afraid it would be impossible.

Not to mention, now he only has a mouthful of mountain and sea power that can reach the Jindan level.

"Childe, what should I do?" Qin Yitian hovered beside Lu Qingshan and bit his lower lip lightly.

The deep, bottomless canyon is mostly made up of ordinary people, and how can the 'sheep' tribe, which is only a ninth-level Qi refining cultivator, outrun the sand wolf demon?

If no one could stop this wave of demons, the 'sheep' tribe would definitely be overthrown today.

Yang Qing'er hugged her wooden stick tightly, revealing the eyes of a ewe's calf-guarding, blocking in front of a young child who was just three or four years old.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyebrows, just seeing this scene.

"Ugh." The next moment, he sighed softly.

"Childe, have you thought about it?" Qin Yitian, who was already close to Lu Qingshan, understood his intentions the moment he heard Lu Qingshan's sigh.

"It seems that this Western Regions," Lu Qingshan pursed his lips, as if sighing and muttering to himself: "It is inevitable that you have to be this Buddha once." ”

In the dumbfounded gaze of nearly a thousand 'sheep' tribesmen, Lu Qingshan's figure slowly floated down and stopped in front of the gourd's mouth.

"Sir......" Yang Qing'er clenched the wooden stick in her hand, her eyes lost and she muttered.

All they could see was a somewhat thin back.

However, they already understood what Lu Qingshan was going to do.

Just as they thought.

Lu Qingshan used his feet hard, sinking two inches into the ground, and fixed his body.

As a sword cultivator, he did not hold a sword at this time.

Because of this situation, it is no longer something that can be blocked with a sword.

In front of the demon tide that seemed to be charging with thousands of troops, Lu Qingshan calmed down and closed his eyes.

The sand wolf demon is mighty, and the rolled up yellow sand is like the Yellow River on the ground, and it is like a dragon on the flat ground.

The clansmen of the sheep tribe can already see the fierceness in the eyes of the sand wolf.

The momentum of the charge has been completed, how can such a sand wolf be stopped? How is it possible to make them retreat?

The feeling of the earthquake became more and more obvious, and the figures of the 'sheep' tribesmen shook unconsciously.

Some children have staggered and fallen to the ground, crying incessantly.

Standing in place, his feet deep in the ground, Lu Qingshan was not affected by the earthquake.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was endless compassion in them, as well as ......

Infinite murderous aura.

The killing momentum started, with Lu Qingshan as the center, leaking like a flood of embankments, heading towards the sand wolf demon tide.

Killing mood.

The cultivation is gone, the realm is still there, and the artistic conception is also there.

The artistic conception without the support of spiritual power should be non-lethal, just a momentum.

It is possible to make those who smell the wind fearful, but as long as they are bold enough, they will be unharmed.

This kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious, and everyone has their own potential.

For example, in the world, the extremely majestic emperor can make the heart and courage of a timid subject who makes a mistake with a single look.

This does not rely on supernatural powers, but the so-called potential.

Lu Qingshan's intention at this time was to use this killing momentum to force back the sand wolf demon tide.

The killing machine of one person is against the thousands of sand wolf demons connected together.

The Unity Realm, the killing artistic conception that was already infinitely close to the Perfection Realm, flowed out from Lu Qingshan's body.

Potential is an intangible thing, and outsiders should not be able to see it.

But the clansmen of the 'sheep' tribe could see it at this time, the wild sand rolling in the sky, three feet outside Lu Qingshan's body, could not enter, as if there was a soft invisible circle of light protecting him.

The first line of the sand wolf demon tide with a violent sand wolf in his eyes rushed to a hundred feet in front of Lu Qingshan, as if he had encountered an invisible barrier, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

But the sand wolf demon behind didn't feel this barrier, but just buried his head in the charge regardless of it, and directly rammed into the sand wolf demon on the front line.

Under this huge impact, the sand wolf demon on the front line was forced to move forward again.

Then, the terrifying aura that stopped them became even more vigorous.

The fear in their hearts makes them try to retreat.

And after squeezing the first-line sand wolf demon forward, the second-line sand wolf demon also felt this terrifying aura and stopped in the same way.

The third-line sand wolf demon rammed forward.

There are demons forward, there are demons backwards, and the sand wolf demon squeezed in the middle was instantly squeezed by this force in the opposite direction, blood splashed, and flesh foam flew.

The sand wolf demon, line upon line, keeps moving forward.

The flesh and blood were already sticky.

The sand wolf demon tide that is about to urge the city is like a narrow road meeting with Lu Qingshan, and it is getting closer and closer to Lu Qingshan.

"Not enough, not enough." Lu Qingshan was silent, his heart stirring.

He was already using all his strength and even overload to unleash his killing power, but he could only resist the impact of the sand wolf demon group like this.

If someone could be on Lu Qingshan's front now, they would be able to see that his eyes were already more scarlet than the sticky blood of the sand wolf demon.

The momentum of the demon tide is undulating, wave after wave.

Lu Qingshan is only one person, and there is only that wave of killing machines that cannot be stopped.

Once it is broken, the demon tide will directly drown him in one go.

But how long can he be angry?

Lu Qingshan was dressed in robes and hunting, and the killing machine rose again.

This time, it is with the help of the momentum of immortal true intent to evolve the killing machine.

The immortal length can make his breath regenerate for a long time.

The sand wolf demon group continued to move forward, one foot after another, one after another.

When the second-grade wolf demon entered the land of the killing machine, the test that Lu Qingshan accepted increased again.

Silently, there was already scarlet purple blood, dripping from Lu Qingshan's nose.

Be willful.

Lu Qingshan's current state is the most ambitious thing in the world.

Draw in the qi with your intention and do the things of the Buddha.

Qin Yitian's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Again, again, again.

The sand wolf demon group is also crazy, under the command of the wolf demon king, continue to advance.

There are only 50 zhang left in 100 zhang.

Lu Qingshan's nose, mouth, eyes, and ears were all oozing blood, and there was a mouthful of blood in his throat, but he couldn't vomit.

Because of spitting out this mouthful of blood, it may break the killing machine that he has worked so hard to support.

No matter how long the momentum of immortal true intent is, there is a bottom after all.

Lu Qingshan breathed a sigh of strength like this, as if he was fishing with all his might, and after a short time, he was already about to see the bottom.

Forty zhang.

Thirty zhang.

Twenty zhang.

The sand wolf demon was already approaching, and the bloody mouth dripping with saliva seemed to be right in front of him.

The fishy smell of saliva seems to be blowing on my face.

In the center of Lu Qingshan's eyebrows, a little scarlet appeared, and the color slowly darkened, until it was dark purple, until it turned black.

Finally, a drop of blood oozed from the center of his brow.

Seven orifices bleed.

Lu Qingshan used people to kill people, holding that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell has the fearless spirit of being a man who can't open it.

When a mouthful of murderous aura is about to bottom out after all, it is like living water from the source, and it rises again in an instant.

Silently, Lu Qingshan's killing artistic conception, at this moment of life and death, he cultivated to perfection, but he didn't know it.

The breeze blew on the hills, and the murderous aura that came from nowhere in the body suddenly boiled, and in an instant, with the power of immortal true intent, it evolved into a killing force that was far superior to the killing artistic conception of the consummation realm, and suddenly bloomed.

The murderous aura directly swept over all the sand wolf demons, including the four-rank sand wolf demon king.

In the middle of heaven and earth, the qi is like a killing star and a white tiger, as if it is eyeing the sand wolf demon tide.

The sand wolf demon group finally stopped the impact, and stopped abruptly three feet in front of Lu Qingshan.

The roaring and hissing ceased, except for the solemn exhalation.

Heavy, oozing.

The road of a hundred zhang has long been a river of blood.

Above the sky, there was a Buddha light roaring.

In the light of the Buddha, the little monk Juezhen saw this scene below from afar, and was extremely moved.

He lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and muttered a word, Buddha sound.

"It's Shura, it's also a Buddha." Jue Zhen looked at Lu Qingshan and said.

Finally, all the sand wolf demons, as if they were afraid of Lu Qingshan, who was already bleeding from seven orifices, and like they were afraid of Juezhen, who was shining with the light of the Buddha, were overwhelmed, turned around, rolled up a burst of wild sand, and fled backwards.

Lu Qingshan was exhausted, and he stopped in one breath, stumbled, staggered and fell backwards.

Qin Yitian had tears in his eyes, and his hands hugged Lu Qingshan, who had passed out again.

The ground is killed, but the dragon and snake rise to land.

People kill people, enough to repeat the heavens and the earth.