The rusty iron door opened, and Mo Wuwen was pushed into the room by Shamin and locked up with He Tiankun and them. This will teach the sand people a lesson, and let the two sand people hold spears at the door to watch.

When he was tied, Li Xiaomai folded his hands and deliberately stretched out to leave some room, so that there was room to break free after being tied by the rope.

In the room, taking advantage of the fact that the attention of the sand people was focused on the end of the door, it didn't take much time for Li Xiaomai's wrists to move left and right, up and down, and finally Li Xiaomai's hands were free, and he quietly untied the ropes that were bound to everyone's hands one after another.

"Wuwen, or you go back to the ground to try to rescue us, I don't think it's possible for everyone to go out together." He Tiankun lowered his voice and almost said with his lips.

"Someone from the sand people has reported to us, don't you think it's very strange? Lao He. Mo Wuwen also replied quietly.

"But we're not still here." He Tiankun has no hope of escaping from the desert.

Thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of anything at the end of the day, he was a little anxious, he picked up the demon refining pot and knocked it lightly on the ground, two times and three times, the sand suddenly dropped a few centimeters, the room kept shaking, everyone stood unsteadily, and almost fell.

"Earthquake!" Li Xiaomai screamed loudly.

When the sandmen guarding the door heard the shouting, they stuck their heads close to the iron gate to see what was going on. Suddenly, there was a sound of collapse, and the collapsed iron gate and the sandman leaning against the iron gate fell into the house and fell to the ground at the same time.

Before the sand people could struggle, Lee Young-ho hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

"You are looking for death, and you will do it to us in the desert." Before the words fell, Li Rongho tightly covered his mouth, and when another sand man was about to shout, Mo Wuwen quickly stopped his mouth with his hand and asked Li Xiaohe to tie him up.

"Work well with us, and we won't embarrass you. Where are your people hiding? Mo Wuwen felt that the road was always empty and no one was passing by.

"We have nowhere to go, and every day in order to conserve our strength, we always live in our rooms without any entertainment activities, and live a boring life." The sandmen said weakly.

The house vibrated for a few seconds, and immediately everything was back to normal. And no one shouted on the road outside the house, and no one fled, as if the earthquake had just happened in this small house.

"Instead of waiting for death here, let's go and fight, let's go to the main hall and catch the sand chief to see if he can send us out!" At the end of the day, he felt that there was no way back.

"Okay, do it!" Li Xiaomai first responded, and tied the two sand people together and carried them to the wooden table, fearing that they would run away again if they were placed on the ground.

"The two of you are wronged, we don't like the world under the yellow sand." Mo Wuwen patted Shamin's shoulder and pushed the door out.

Li Xiaomai and Li Xiaohe changed into the clothes of the sand people, tied up the others alive, and escorted them to the direction of the main hall, walking, and suddenly from the sand in front of them, several sand people held spears and pointed at them, "What are you doing!" ”

"The patriarch told us to bring these people over." Li Xiaomai replied according to the pre-arranged notice. The sandmen led the team over, and after a few glances at the end of the day, they waved them through.

"Arrest them all, how can there be a sand man with ten fingernails." The sand man who took the lead glanced at Li Xiaomai's fingers, and suddenly stabbed the spear in his hand at them. Mo Wuwen, who quickly shook off the rope, quickly threw it over, and the rope wrapped around the spear and pulled it tightly with his hand, and the spear of the sandman immediately fell to the ground.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, the sandfolk immediately jumped into the sand, sneaking through the spears of the sand and stabbing at them.

When something bad happened, Mo Wuwen led the crowd to run back, but the sand people walked faster under the sand and could see that the undulating sand was approaching them.

Mo Wuwen suddenly remembered that he used the demon refining pot to knock the sand in the room where he was imprisoned, and the sand would sink. Thinking of this, he stopped, squatted down reflexively, and gently knocked up the sand with the demon refining pot, only to see a swishing sound, and the sand was suddenly sucked into the pot, and the sand people who were advancing stood in front of them with spears in a daze.

Mo Wuwen pointed the demon refining pot at them and shook it slightly, and the sandmen turned around in fright and fled.

"Master, why didn't you use this treasure earlier." Li Xiaomai jumped up excitedly and said.

"I didn't know that the demon refining pot had such a magical effect, I just thought it was used to collect demons." Mo Wuwen took the demon refining pot and flipped left and right, but still didn't know how to use its powerful functions.

Anyway, they continued to walk towards the main hall, and when they were almost there, a thick green mist shrouded in front of them, and when they just stepped into the thick fog, they heard a crackling sound, and the thick fog was instantly sucked into the demon refining pot.

Two blue lights flew through the door of the main hall like arrows towards Mo Wuwen, who quickly put away the demon refining pot. Qingguang suddenly slowed down and slowly fell into Mo Wuwen's hand, and the two pieces of celadon were lying quietly in the palm of Mo Wuwen's hand like a child returning home.

The sand people who hurriedly chased the flying celadon saw the blue light shining in Mo Wuwen's hands, and they were all stunned and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, "The little people offended the Heavenly Master, and the Heavenly Master was a large number of them, sparing the lives of the small people." ”

Then the Sand Chief, who came, hurriedly shouted, "He is not a Heavenly Master, the Heavenly Master died a thousand years ago, he is just a thief who came to steal celadon, catch them quickly!" ”

"Patriarch, don't listen to that demon girl's bewitchment, the celadon automatically flew to his hand, what is he not a heavenly master?"

"We sand people are also human beings, why do we have to live with difficulty, there is no good food, no good drink, all day long is stuffed in the sand, I don't know what laughing and crying, what is the meaning of living! We have to get out of the desert and live like normal people, I'm doing this for us sand people, what's wrong with me! He is not a heavenly master, snatch back the celadon for me! The sand leader jumped like thunder and used his cane to drive the sand people around him to attack Mo Wuwen, and the sand people hesitated for a moment before diving into the sand with their spears.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly squatted down and used the demon refining pot to knock the sand and soil rushing over, brushing the yellow sand and being sucked into the pot in an instant, the attacking sand people were exposed to Mo Wuwen's eyes, and they only paused for a few seconds before stabbing the spear in their hands towards Mo Wuwen.

And at this time, a cyan light rose in front of Mo Wuwen like a barrier to block the spear that stabbed him, and Mo Wuwen waved the demon refining pot in his hand in a hurry, and the yellow sand spewed out from the demon refining pot like a column of water, knocking the sand people out ten steps away.

Seeing this, the sand people fled in all directions, and the sand chief hesitated and jumped into the sand to escape.

"Master, how can we get out, can we get out by absorbing all the yellow sand, and how long will it take?" Li Xiaomai was tired and sat on the yellow sand pile for a while.

"The sandmen don't know where to flee, if we don't go out, we won't say we'll starve to death, if we don't drink water, we'll die of thirst soon, so let's go to the river and find some water." He Tianshen's mouth was dry, and he felt that his legs were extremely heavy.

"Where's the car? Walk when to get to the water source. Lee Young-ho looked around for traces of the car, probably to let the sand people hide, and as far as the eye could see, the yellow sand was yellow sand.

"Heavenly Master, your car is in front, follow me." A familiar voice sounded from behind them.

Mo Wuwen turned around and saw the little monk, the little monk who helped him drive away the demon attached to him and helped him regain his body under the Dusk Cloud Temple.

"Why are you here!" Mo Wuwen said in surprise, seeing the little monk's haggard face full of tears.

The little monk stretched out the thumb of his right hand, which had no nails, and said bitterly, "It's all that old witch, Heavenly Master, you take me away, please beg you." ”

"Where is the car, hurry up and get in the car, otherwise the sandmen will be in trouble if they chase after you." He Tiankun hurriedly interrupted the conversation between them.

The little monk led them a few steps, pointed to a wooden door, and said, "Here it is." But the door was closed, and Li Xiaomai had no tools to look around on the ground for anything to open the lock.

"Let me try." Mo Wuwen thought that the demon refining pot could suck away the yellow sand, and maybe it could also suck away the wooden door. He walked over and gently knocked the demon refining pot against the gate, the crackling door was sucked into the demon refining pot, and the car was also attracted to rush over, Mo Wuwen quickly flashed and held the demon refining pot in his pocket, and the car stopped in the sand.

Lee Young-ho was overjoyed to see the car open the valve and jumped on, but the sandmen didn't pull out the key. He moved and shouted to everyone, "Get in the car!" The little monk also squeezed into the car and walked towards the river with everyone.

"Who's the old witch?" Mo Wuwen still wants to know how the little monk came here, and maybe he can get a way out of the desert from it.

"It's Nan Xianyue's witch, she knows that we know that Tong Yunye is a demon who wants to kill us, and even if she has a little conscience, she will not kill us for the sake of seeing that our master and apprentice have been loyal to her, but she wants us to become sand people and stay in this desert to monitor the actions of the sand people."

"How did the Sandfolk obey her commands?" He Tiankun felt incredible.

"I don't know about that, but I've heard the Sand Chiefs say they seem to have some deal recently. You see, we eat this dry bark every day. The little monk pulled out a few pieces of brown dry bark from his pocket.

"Then how did Tong Yunye die?"

"That demon also plucked his nails to make a sand people, I don't know when he listened to Nan Xianyue's words to steal green soil so that the Kunlun god caught him and asked the sand people about their crimes, and in a fit of anger, the patriarch beat him to death and threw him into Hanoi." The little monk tried hard to recall the scene at that time, and knew that the sand chief also killed chickens to show the monkeys and threatened their master and apprentice.

"You said Tong Yunye was thrown into the river, which river?" Mo Wuwen remembered that they only swam through the Huancheng River, but why did Tong Yunye's corpse and the demon attached to him appear in Dongming Mountain.

"I just remember that Tong Yunye was thrown into a river, and the direction of the river was in this direction. Didn't I throw you the paper ball that day? ”

"It turns out that it was your little monk who threw the paper balls." The end of the ignorance suddenly realized.