Qiuge took away his martial arts characteristics, and the sand by the river returned to calm, and the sand that had just been forcibly wet by the river quickly receded and became the same dry state as before.

Everything returned to the original point, except for the trajectory of the bright moon hanging in the sky to witness everything that happened here, no one knew that a powerful warrior of the Chinese Kingdom had just died here.

Hehe, Chinese, but that's it.

Qiuge said in his heart.

Every time he kills an important person, he always likes to stand in the scenery of the place to remember his achievements just now, so that he can make bragging points with others in the days to come.

In the dead of night, Qiuge patted the sand on his clothes and raised his feet to leave.

However, for some reason, he couldn't lift his feet.

The sand on the soles of his feet seemed to have some kind of strong attraction, pulling his feet so hard that he couldn't lift his legs at all.

Qiuge thought that he had not removed control of the sand, causing the sand on the soles of his feet to follow his steps, making him unable to move, but he tried a few more times, and it was still the same.

At his feet, it was as if a pair of invisible hands were dragging him, trying to drag him into the abyss.

Qiuge felt that something big was not good, and he raised his feet and wanted to leave.

He used all his strength to restore himself to the form of a sand-type warrior, so that he could better control the sand around him, and the water of the Rio River began to spread again, wetting the sand around Qiuge.

The form of sand begins to appear, and its own gravity increases, and the body can be transferred at will, and even the severed legs and hands can grow freely.

In this form, Qiuge can transform into any type of species, chop off a part of his body at will, and then escape by himself, as long as there is sand, he can borrow the sand to be reborn.

Just as Qiuge couldn't pull his feet hard, he suddenly cut himself off from his feet, and the two severed feet were pestled in the sand, and the sand in the rest of Qiuge's body began to flow again.

Soon the flowing sand quickly grew another pair of feet.

Qiuge smiled and said, can this kind of measurement trap me?

As soon as the thought ended, a white grid as thin as a thread spread around the wet sand, and the crackling sound of electricity was heard all around, like a net, which completely wrapped Qiuge's whole person, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

On the opposite side of Qiuge, a deep pit of sand and sinks appeared, and a person came out of the pit.

This person is none other than Li Siwen.

"Why, how could it be you, you, weren't you dragged into the rock by me for five hundred meters?"

Li Siwen walked out of the sand pit, stood on the high platform formed by the continuous accumulation of sand, looked condescendingly at Qiuge who was suspended in the air by the power grid, and said in a mocking tone: "What ability do you have to bury this Immortal Venerable in the rock, unless this Immortal Venerable himself wants to be buried in the rock by you, you can do it, understand?" ”

"But, just now, you were obviously dragged in by me, why are you here now, the person I dragged in has never come out, you can't, absolutely impossible."

Syllable.

A slap in the face.

Surrounding Qiuge's power grid, he stretched out a small break to form the shape of a palm, and a slap slapped Qiuge's face.

Wet sand conducts electricity, and it's not just a slap in the face.

The current quickly spread throughout Qiuge's body, and a powerful electric current magnetic field brought Qiuge into a situation that he could not resist.

Qiuge's body was sinking, sinking towards the deepest underground.

"Li Siwen, what do you want to do?"

Qiuge yelled loudly.

Li Siwen stood under the high platform piled up by sand, looked at Qiuge who was slowly sinking, and said, "I just felt the gravity buried in the 500-meter rock layer. ”

Li Siwen stretched out his right hand, and the bark-like protective skin formed in the previous body cultivation period in his right hand had completely receded, and now he had successfully crossed the body cultivation stage, and the brass-colored metal skin that had been purified by the fifteen heavenly thunders had almost no feeling when he was pressed by the rock five hundred meters underground.

In this way, the accelerated cultivation progress in this life is not much different from the cultivation progress that has slowly accumulated in the previous life. 315 Chinese Network

Looking at his skin, according to his own mind, the changes that slowly occurred, Li Siwen was very satisfied.

So he said: "I am very satisfied with the fact that you pulled me into a 500-meter rock pit, so I want to thank you for letting you feel the taste of the rock at a depth of 500 meters." It must be good. ”

When Qiuge heard this, he was blindsided.

This is the rhythm that wants him to die.

500 meters underground, no one can stand it.

Chogue is not a man to be taken lightly, he uses his control over the sand to gather it together and wrap a layer of sand around this cage made of lightning.

In this way, he was able to escape by removing the commonality that the knowledge of the grains of sand generated.

After all, he can turn into any grain of sand.

So, Qiuge turned up his martial arts strength to the maximum, and the consumption he brought was also the greatest, but when he tried to get in touch with the sand grains below with all his strength, the sand grains moved.

Because of the injection of power, the sand particles are constantly changing shape, and the feat of gathering a few forts is breathtaking, and tall buildings continue to rise around Qiuge.

There are also sand-shaped buildings that suddenly appear, one after another.

The buildings were changing back and forth around Qiuge, constantly getting closer to Qiuge, but strangely, countless attempts made Qiuge completely unsuccessful.

Because no matter how much he pulled the sand, these sand-shaped buildings piled up by the power of martial arts could not get close to Qiuge.

If you don't get closer, there's no connection before, and if there's no connection, then there's no transformation, and Qiuge's body can't escape with these sand-shaped objects.

In this electric cage, his body could not continue to change.

Qiu Ge, whose martial arts value was about to be exhausted, his face was already swollen and red, and the continuous downward pull soon made him feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

"Li Siwen, if you kill me, aren't you afraid that the wolf killing organization will take revenge?"

The indifferent Li Siwen was still standing on the high platform piled up of sand, looking down at the embarrassed Qiuge.

"I'm only afraid that the wolf killing organization won't come to me, for people like you, no matter how much I kill, I won't be afraid, but now it's you who should be afraid of yourself, what will happen if you keep sinking into a rock five hundred meters deep?"

"You, you let me go, I, I told you everything about the Wolf Slayer Organization."

"Huh."

Li Siwen waved his right hand, and a bolt of light wrapped around Qiuge's neck, and the body that existed in the form of sand was nothing.

An electric current can break down all the sand.

Soon the electricity in the cage evaporated the moisture of the sand, Li Siwen smiled, daring to play split into sand in front of him, it was a little too tender, after all, the real world of the cultivation realm was almost the same as the split into sand.

It can be split into anything, even the air can be split into anything, but even so, in the face of the ever-changing real person Li Siwen has killed hundreds of people, so Qiu Ge's trick of changing in a solid state is too pediatric in Li Siwen's opinion.

And this person has a problem with his brain, he obviously saw that Li Siwen had imprisoned the eleventh and twelfth people with electric mangs just now, but he still used river water to wash the yellow sand, he didn't know that wet sand was easier to conduct electricity?

It's easier to push yourself into the corner of death.

The martial arts masters of the southern country are nothing more than this, their thinking is solidified, they always fight in the traditional way, they must integrate their souls into every grain of wet sand, and use the stickiness between the water droplets to make the soul transfer at any time.

When the sand receded, the river began to recede.

The moisture contained in the sand particles disappears quickly.

Everything here is calm again, but compared to before Li Siwen came, there are two more dry corpses charred by electric shock, and a pile of sand buried five hundred meters underground.

It's all over here, but the changes in Boning are just beginning.

What happened tonight, there are always some people who have to carry this pot.