"It's me, I want to run away too, but I see you've been captured." The little monk said a little embarrassed.

"Wow, you stinky monk is using us as experiments, let's see if we can escape." Li Xiaomai pointed to the little monk's head and said, ready to clap his hands.

"Xiaomai, let's get down to business first." Mo Wuwen persuaded Li Xiaomai, and then asked the little monk: "Are you sure it is Tong Yunye who threw it into the river?" ”

"Heavenly Master, I saw with my own eyes that Tong Yunye was injured with a stick, buried alive in the sand for a long time, and then pulled out and thrown into the river." When the little monk spoke, he still had palpitations in his heart, and his body was constantly trembling.

"Didn't he become a sand man, so how could he die if he was buried in the sand?" Li Xiaomai felt that the little monk was lying.

"We are still junior sand people, and if we stay in the sand for a long time, we will suffocate to death." The little monk hurriedly explained clearly.

The squeaky car was parked by the underground river, He Tiankun quickly got out of the car and opened the trunk to take out the diving equipment, but after opening it, he found that all the diving equipment was gone.

Li Xiaohe didn't care why he didn't see the equipment, and ran straight towards the river, his throat began to fire when he was thirsty.

"Come back, Xiaohe. In case the water is poisonous...", Li Xiaomai hurriedly ran to stop him.

"We've swam across that river, what's poison." He Tiankun also ran over, not because he was worried but because he was thirsty.

When he ran to the river, he picked up the river water and sprinkled it on his face, closed his eyes and licked the sprinkled droplets with the tip of his tongue, as if it was the sweetest nectar in the world. Without quenching his thirst, he threw himself into the river and drank like a cow.

He stood up contentedly, and suddenly his whole body convulsed and fell to the ground, and everyone rushed over.

"This water is poisonous, don't drink it!" But He Tiankun tried Li Xiaohe's body temperature, and his breathing was normal, but his heart rate accelerated.

"It's not poisoning, you can't drink a lot of water under the desert, you will get drunk easily." The little monk took out a piece of bark from the bag and stuffed it into Li Xiaohe's mouth, and said to him, "Just chew more, it will dissolve the drunkenness." ”

Li Xiaohe chewed hard, slowly opened his eyes, and said vaguely, "No, no, it's okay..."

"I've seen people at gatherings, and many of them look like him when they're drunk." The little monk also stuffed a piece of bark into his mouth by the way, and when he saw that everyone's eyes were staring at the bark in his hand, he hurriedly took out the only bark from the bag and said to everyone: "This can quench your thirst, but that's all." “

"If Tong Yunye was really thrown into this river, but he appeared in Longming Mountain, more than 2,000 kilometers away, Tong Yunye's body drifted I don't know how long it would take to arrive, not to mention that the corpse appeared on the mountain. None of this can be explained. Mo Wuwen looked at the dark river and didn't know what to do.

"Let's dive and swim, it's all dead anyway." Li Xiaomai, who came to his senses, paddled the water with his hand, and it was not cold.

"But I can't swim," the little monk said with a depressed look at Mo Wuwen.

"We can't swim out without the help of equipment, or we have to find out if there is a boat or something." He Tiankun knew that the river was turbulent, and he couldn't support it for long with his physical strength.

Mo Wuwen borrowed the light of celadon to prepare to watch the situation in the river, and gently paddled the porcelain pieces around, but saw that the river suddenly rose and fell, like a huge wave undulating, the whole dungeon trembled, the road began to crack, and the sand on the top also fell.

Mo Wuwen quickly stopped scratching the porcelain slices, but from the other side of the road he heard the rumbling of cars, and suddenly the sand people appeared in front of them with spears.

In front is the spear of the sand people, and behind it is the dark river that knows where it flows. There is no way out but to fight the sand people, and if you win, you can hope to get out of the desert dungeon.

The sand people were afraid to rush forward when they saw the demon refining pot in Mo Wuwen's hand, and the sand leader was also hesitant at this time, and he and Mo Wuwen would lose both desperately, and they were reluctant to fight if they didn't fight.

After many battles, the sandmen used a roundabout tactic, swimming in the sand to the front of Mo Wuwen and poking a spear and retreating, while the other sandmen quickly poked from the left and right at the same time, so that Mo Wuwen was caught off guard and did not know where the sandmen came from.

In order to prevent the spears from poking up from the ground, they had to retreat into the car, and Lee Young-ho started the car and ran in the direction where the sandmen were attacking. When the spears of the sand people pierced the sand, the car driven by Lee Young-ho had already disappeared at the end of the road.

The sand chief sat in a speeding classic car and shouted at the sand people, "Chase me!" The sandmen immediately fled into the bottom of the sand and ran at a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, they were about to catch up with their car.

Lee Young-ho hurriedly accelerated, the car soared, turned left and right, and gradually threw the sandmen away. "Be careful!" He Tiankun screamed at Li Ronghao, but it was too late, and the car crashed into the sand barrier stacked by the sand pilers, and the car had no way out.

In desperation, Mo Wuwen jumped out of the car, holding the demon refining pot in his hand and staring ahead to see if there were any sand dunes moving, those were the sand people who were walking under the sand potentially, but fortunately, the sand people had not yet arrived.

Li Ronghao pulled the car back and waited for Mo Wuwen to suck the demon refining pot away from the sand pile, Mo Wuwen leaned sideways and knocked the demon refining pot on the sand, knock knock, and suddenly the celadon pieces stacked in his bag rumbled like thunder, and the blue light bloomed.

The demon refining pot was like a hurricane, and in an instant, the entire desert was about to be sucked into the pot, and in an instant, the roads of the city cracked, and the walls collapsed one after another, and the overwhelming yellow sand rushed over and devoured all corners of the city.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly put away the demon refining pot and jumped into the car to flee in the direction of the main hall, and the yellow sand also surged away like a tide. And the oncoming sand people also turned around and ran when they saw such a turbulent sand tide.

Seeing that the yellow sand was about to flood the hall, the sandmen didn't care about chasing and killing them. Although the sandfolk can live in the sand, the city is their resting place. If it weren't for the dungeon sandfolks who spent their days cruising in the desert, they really wouldn't be any different from the sand in the desert.

The sand chief suddenly stretched out his arms and rushed towards the yellow sand waves alone, preparing to block the yellow sand from surging towards the main hall with his own strength.

"Patriarch ......" The bloodless sand people finally vented their emotions heartbreakingly, shouted loudly, held hands and led hands to the wall, and ran forward to block the yellow sand.

And Mo Wuwen, who got out of the car to check it, saw this scene, although the sandmen were their enemies, but they were also shocked by their fearless spirit.

"Let's go, I'm not smelling, the yellow sand is about to flood!" He Tiankun saw Mo Wuwen standing in a daze, and quickly got out of the car and pulled him into the car.

At this moment, a strong wind whistled from the direction of the river at the other end of the road, the yellow sand suddenly stopped surging, and the city became quiet.

Lu Wu, the half-human, half-tiger god of Kunlun, dragged out of the yellow sand and appeared in the air, blocking the yellow sand from surging with his thick tail, and gradually the yellow sand turned into soil and no longer flowed.

"Kunlun God, thank you for saving the city." All the sandmen immediately knelt down respectfully and thanked them.

"Why are you here, Celestial Master?" Lu Wu landed on the ground, rolled up his huge tail, and walked majestically between the sandmen and the end of the unknown between them.

"Kunlun God, he stole our green phoenix and destroyed the dungeon." The head of the Sand Nation preemptively replied to Lu Wu.

"Celadon was originally the Heavenly Master's, Patriarch." Lu Wu walked over to the sandmen and motioned for them to get up.

"He is not a Heavenly Master, and the Heavenly Master has long since died. The green phoenix has been the soul of our town for thousands of years, and without her, the dungeon would collapse at any time. Kunlun God, where do you let us sand people? The sand chief knelt and refused to get up, so Lu Wu could only go up and lead him up in person.

"I can give it to you yet." Without the green phoenix, the sand people lost their spiritual sustenance, and Mo Wuwen felt that the sand people were also strange and pitiful, so it was better to do a favor so that the sand people could send them out of the desert.

"The Heavenly Master is broad-minded, patriarch, don't worry too much, the desert is your world, and you will not be comfortable leaving the desert." Lu Wu persuaded the sand leader to leave the desert.

"The little people obey the orders of the Kunlun God." Mo Wuwen has turned the desert city upside down, and the sand people are not waiting, not to mention that the Kunlun God came forward to make peace, and the sand leader can only borrow the steps to go downhill.

"Send them out, Patriarch." Lu Wu also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the sand people are also loyal guardians of the desert, and the desert is a natural barrier between the world and the Qingtu Mountain.

"He can't go! He is the old witch's person, if it weren't for the old witch to sow discord, how could we have a misunderstanding with the Heavenly Master. A sand man who seemed to be the leader pointed to the little monk and said.

"There is a debtor and a debtor, the culprit of all this is Nan Hyunyue, and the little monk is also a victim." Mo Wuwen hurriedly interceded for the little monk.

"Let him go, I believe in the words of the Heavenly Master. The Heavenly Master does not care about the past suspicions, we Shamin will always remember it, and in the future, the Heavenly Master will be our Shamin's friend, and the Heavenly Master's friend will be our friend. The sand chief clasped his fists and saluted to Mo Wuwen.

Mo Wuwen also hurriedly hugged his fists and saluted, "Thank you, patriarch, where is Nan Xianyue?" ”

"I don't know, before she left, she said that as long as we help her find the green soil, she will help us not only be the king of the desert but the king of Kunlun, and the sand people can move out of the desert to enjoy the prosperity of the world." The sand chief said embarrassedly, but his eyes still showed a trace of disappointment, after all, the sand people also want to live a normal life.

"Then why do you want to get the Blue Kirin?" Mo Wuwen remembered that the sandmen wanted to get the celadon piece in his hand.

"The three pieces of porcelain pieces of the green unicorn, the green phoenix, and the green bear together are the Heavenly Master Bottle, which has powerful abilities. That what Nan Xianyue wants to get the green soil is also to reshape the Heavenly Master Bottle. "Kunlun God Lu Wu solves the doubts of the last unheard.

"Thank you, God Kunlun, Patriarch. Then send us out. Mo Wuwen hugged his fists and thanked them one by one.

"Do you want to get out of the desert or somewhere?"

"Kunlun God, can we go anywhere?" Mo Wuwen asked Lu Wu in surprise.