When the monks who had performed the Retreat Technique returned to it, they were shuddered by the nearly a thousand corpses in front of them.

The people above were all dead, and no matter how much they resisted, they finally did not escape this last catastrophe.

The people who escaped involuntarily gathered together, and everyone did not dare to move around, this unknown desert world was too terrifying, it was not a place for one or two monks to resist at all.

More than a dozen god-transforming monks like Wang Qingmin were scattered and scattered, with the cultivation of these people, as long as they had a glimmer of life, it would be difficult to kill them.

As the first wave of sandstorms faded, a second wave of attacks began to appear on the horizon in the distance.

When the earth shook, the sand waves nearly 1,000 meters high rose from the sky, and the black sand waves with boundless momentum and power pressed from the sky to this side like a mountain and a sea.

"Ahhh

"Run."

…

Just now, I wanted to go into the ground to escape, but now it takes heaven to do it, but I don't know how many people will die in this second round of disasters this time.

However, as soon as everyone flew into the sky, they knew that it was not so easy for this world to fly to the sky.

The higher they flew, the greater the suction on the ground, and those low-level monks found that they could not get rid of the coverage of this sand wave with their own strength, and if they were swept up by this black sand, the result would be conceivable, and the bones lying on the ground below were an example.

"What to do? What to do? ”

A monk with little strength was so anxious that he couldn't stop shouting a few hundred meters above the ground, they wanted to fly higher, but the huge suction force from the ground made it impossible for them to resist.

Urging the magic weapon to fly is something that every monk can do, but now it has become the biggest test. It's about their mana output and staying power.

Without a strong mana output, they can't fly high, have no staying power, and will be quickly sucked to the ground, and they will also die.

A few infancy monks gathered on a flying magic weapon and prepared to work together to resist this wave, but immediately the monk who was urging the magic weapon shouted.

"Ah, no, get out of here, the more you get together, the more you suction."

Soon, everyone around discovered the problem.

This time I can only rely on myself, if I want to survive, this time I will compare whose cultivation is higher, and whose mana lasts.

Before the sand wave arrived, some monks just tried the height they could fly to and then descended, they wanted to keep every cent of mana, so that they could support the next sand wave for a while.

The sand waves nearly 1,000 meters high are really spectacular, like a huge waterfall that connects the sky to the ground, rushing towards you from afar. The sand waves rolled, rumbling like a charging cavalry battle formation, making people dare not touch its edge.

After the first round just now, there are almost more than 2,000 monks who survived, and it seems that the number of people who know earth spells accounts for two-thirds of the total number, but the vast majority of monks have not recovered their mana after casting spells underground for a long time just now, and now they are desperate again, and some people's mana is already insufficient.

Wang Qingmin coldly looked at the monk below who was still struggling to fly upward, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart. But immediately he was resolute again.

Since these monks dared to enter this immortal hall, they should be ready to die. The difference is that in the past, their deaths were considered to be deaths in battles between each other, but this time they died directly in this great array of extermination.

Now is not the time to help others. In this kind of death array, who dares to guarantee that there will be no third wave, fourth wave, once you fall because of others, that is the greatest sorrow.

Like Wang Qingmin, some of the other monks who had already gotten rid of the sand waves also looked at the people below who were still struggling to rise with pity, but none of them were ready to go down to help.

The relentless sand wave finally arrived, and the black grains of sand were flipped by an invisible force and swooped down far away.

There are about five or six hundred monks who can fly to a height of thousands of meters, and basically all of them are masters above the Yuan Infant Stage, and only a few monks from the Jindan Stage are mixed in the middle.

The monks, who could not rise to the air, saw that they could not disobey it, so they had to flee in the direction of the sand waves.

Fourteen or five hundred monks clinged to the ground and fled in a direction away from the sand waves.

However, this is only a stopgap measure, and sooner or later the sand waves will catch up with them and engulf them, unless they can leave this world.

Less than six hundred monks in the air stood high in the air and gritted their teeth in support, and huge black waves rolled under their feet, wave after wave, and they didn't know when they would stop.

Ten minutes passed, and the more than 1,400 monks who had fled in the distance were no longer visible, and they did not know where they had run. However, there are already people in the air who are not strong in mana.

The first was a monk of the Jindan period.

With the cultivation of the Jindan period, it is not easy to resist until now, but it is not enough to survive in such a scene.

The friar's face was now getting paler and paler.

The elixir in her whole body had already been exhausted, and the huge suction force from below had consumed her mana like a pour, and now she was only holding on with the last of her perseverance.

But it's only less than two minutes, "Pounce!" ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, her eyes were dilated for a while, and her body instantly lost the power to float in the air, and it was sucked into the sand waves by the huge suction force below with just a "brush" sound, and disappeared in an instant.

The surrounding monks already possessed all the divine senses, and the female monk's experience could not be concealed from them, and their faces immediately turned a little pale.

With the first, then the second, the third appeared.

From time to time, a monk ran out of mana, lost the power to fly, and was sucked into the sand below.

At this time, Wang Qingmin had already used the deep-sea spirit reef.

When this kind of continuous consumption of mana, the Deep Sea Spirit Reef is the best choice.

Even if Wang Qingmin has the ability now, he will no longer help others, at this time, once it is revealed that he has the elixir in his body, I am afraid that he will immediately become the target of everyone's snatching, even if he can take out the elixir infinitely, but at this time, who will dislike the elixir.

Half an hour passed, and the sand waves did not weaken at all, and from the air, there was still a dark patch in the distance, followed by the front waves.

There is only one monk left in the Jindan period now, and that is a middle-aged monk who is stepping on a bird-shaped magic weapon.

This person is a Lian Dan monk, if it weren't for the fact that there were two Avatar Cultivators who were his elders protecting him, I am afraid that at this time he would have already been robbed of the elixir on his body and died in the sand waves below.

There were only more than 400 monks still flying in the air at the scene, and nearly half of these people were about to be overwhelmed.

In the case of the Tianchen Continent, the Yuan Infant Stage is considered to be the peak. 、

But in the Endless Continent, it is a little too low to break through the world with the power of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Another half an hour passed, and the sand waves in the distance finally began to weaken, and the roar of the earth seemed to be slowly decreasing.

During this time, more than a hundred monks fell from their mana, and there were less than three hundred monks in the air.

Up to now, nine out of ten of the more than 3,000 monks who have entered the main hall here are gone, and less than three hundred are still alive.

Every monk was gritting their teeth, and at the last moment, no one wanted to fall into the sand of death below.

Maybe it's finally seeing the light of day.

In this last period of time, not a single person fell, until the last wave of sand rumbled by, and the team of less than 300 people actually survived.

"Snap"

"Snap"

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Finally safe, some monks finally couldn't stand it anymore, and fell directly from the air to the ground, their mouths overflowing with blood, obviously this time they have burst all the potential of their bodies, so that they don't want to make further progress in the future unless they have any adventures against the sky.

Wang Qingmin slowly flew to the ground.

The black desert was still the same as when they first entered, and there was no edge in sight, and the waves of sand had slowly faded away, and the rumbling sound was getting quieter and quieter.

"Either way, we have to get out of here as soon as possible." Wang Qingmin thought.

Death Desert, not knowing what comes next. (To be continued.) )