Is there really only sand?

After crushing the sandman's arm, it was empty.

The sandman flinched in astonishment.

Want to go?

I put my hands out and grabbed her other arm and ...... Something easier to grasp than an arm.

Again!

There was a few bangs, and the sand grains scattered.

But what I didn't expect was that before the sand particles hit the ground, they swirled and rolled up, and they actually coalesced together again, forming a yellow sand barrier.

Seeing this, I calmed down.

What does this mean?

It shows that she is afraid.

What else?

If there is nothing but yellow sand, then why is there a barrier?

I turned my heart sideways, broke through the yellow sand barrier with both arms, and fished out the back of the barrier.

Guess what I caught?

The first is some unknown body parts that are smooth but full of elasticity.

Go with the flow.

Belch!

This incomparably hard cylindrical object is......

With a retraction of my hand, I pulled the cylindrical object back.

Direct access to storage.

Then he pushed with both palms, and with all his strength, he hit the yellow sand barrier.

The yellow sand was shattered, and the ground was powdered.

At this time, my heart moved—Qi finally sensed something.

Traces of internal energy dissipating in the air!

The yellow sand fell to the ground, covering a section of the white carcass.

The fragrant shoulders are slightly oblique, the lower abdomen is flat, and the long legs are like jade.

I have to sigh: sure enough, no matter how dry the climate is, it can't resist the super beauty effect of internal strength.

It's a pity that her face is still wrapped in layers of rags, and she can't see her true face clearly.

Once the 'Sandmen' were defeated, the mummies began to slowly retreat.

They were afraid.

Taking this opportunity, I pressed my palm into the groove in the stone wall again.

Energize injected.

Like a mud cow into the sea.

Well? Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Glancing back at the deep, quiet arched corridor, I let out a long breath.

The internal energy slowly dissipated, and the qi veins were emptied.

After a while, the qi energy slowly generated from the dantian again, and began to operate in different ways.

Mind Shift!

At this time, I was undoubtedly extremely vulnerable.

But they don't know this, and they don't have the courage to try it.

Unless......

I stared at the fair-skinned woman lying on the ground.

She held her position stiffly, because as soon as she moved, the grains of sand that happened to cover the vital parts of her body would scatter.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that until she regains her ability to control the sand, there should be no problem.

The question is......

She actually stood up!

Stand up and stand up, what does it mean that the grains of sand have not fallen?

I could feel the energy in her body returning.

The female 'sandman' stretched out her hand and pointed at me, and shouted in an extremely hoarse voice, "He, he must die!" ”

With this finger, the mummies seemed to be infused with magical spells, instantly freed from their fears, and rushed towards me en masse.

It seems that even if they try their best, they will keep me.

What can I do? Kill them all?

It would be nice if they were really ghosts, but now that they know that they are just ordinary people who use some secret method to cover the traces of qi in their bodies (although they are not so ordinary), it is not easy to kill them.

Unfortunately, they don't think so......

Hopefully this time I'll guess right.

Energetic, injected.

Woo!

In the depths of the arched corridor, a desolate chirp suddenly sounded, and an ancient beast seemed to lurk in the darkness.

The surging air was rapidly approaching.

The mummies were shocked, apparently this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

After a few breaths, a large stone box covered in carvings slowly came to a halt along the grooves in the ground.

Before the mummies could react, I quickly jumped on top of the box, and a small opening opened on it, and I quickly slid in.

The inside of the box was unusually cold and cramped, but it was unimpeded to movement.

I found myself sitting on a stiff but snug stone chair, with a palm-shaped groove in front of me.

Don't guess what to do.

As soon as I pressed my hand up, I felt the air flow over my head roll, and my head turned in eagerness, and a white arm carrying the yellow sand passed past my ear.

There was no time to hesitate, my hand trembled, and Shennong's energy continued to pour into the palm-shaped groove.

Woo!

It was as if someone had been pushed violently, and some irresistible force pressed me against the stone chair.

Naturally, that arm was also abruptly retracted.

I knew that the stone box was speeding along the underground stone trough at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

Where will it go?

Taking advantage of this time, I sorted out my thoughts: why did the first injection of qi not react, but the second injection of qi energy could attract such a monster?

Because the quality of qi is different.

The Iron Back Sutra is only the lowest level of final skill, but Shennong Jin (fragment) is different - according to Yao Granny, if it is a complete Shennong Jin, its strength will definitely not be lost to any kind of legendary peerless martial arts.

Although the power has been greatly reduced due to the incompleteness now, in terms of the basic quality of the qi, it is still very different from the qi generated by the Iron Back Sutra.

What does this mean?

The whole cave has arched corridors and huge stone boxes...... All of these should be the relics of martial arts left over from a certain period in ancient times.

Perhaps during that period, martial arts people practiced high-end internal skills; Moreover, the role of internal power is not only to strengthen itself, but also to drive all kinds of mechanisms and devices, and play an unimaginable role......

It's not without clues - remember the little bronze man Xu Lang used to test qigong?

Looking back now, that gadget should also be a relic of ancient martial arts.

And what interests me the most is whether this kind of qi mechanism is just the invention of a handful of top martial arts masters, or is there a kind of martial arts civilization in the world that takes internal strength as the core and develops martial arts to the extreme?

Just as I was thinking about it, the stone box shook and slowly stopped.

I jumped out of the stone box.

Surprise!

Unlike the empty cave before it, the cave in front of me was full of traces of life—hanging clothes, burning campfires, clay pots of water, women walking around......

I looked at them.

They looked at me, too.

Suddenly, several young women screamed, and the yellow sand on the ground surged, instantly enveloping them into sand figures.

It turns out that the sandman is 'refined' in this way!

I also had no intention of fighting them, and my whole body exploded, and I ran directly to another arched corridor to inject energy......

Another stone box appeared.

Sure enough, they had never seen this kind of stone box that could go back and forth between the corridors at high speed, and they all showed surprised expressions, hesitating and not daring to approach.

I'll get on the box and leave.

Sitting firmly on the stone chair, I began to recall what I had just seen:

Judging from the situation of Dong **, daily clothing, daily necessities and other factors, they should maintain a very close contact with the outside world, and they are not some isolated tribe.

Therefore, it is very likely that these strange 'sand people' just discovered this place and regarded it as a place to live, which should not be directly related to the ancient martial arts.

But most importantly......

It's just them.

They......

Not a single man!