"Xiaomai, let Sha Min say, if he doesn't say it, it's not too late for us to beat him again." For some wicked people, Mowuwen will also use intimidation to achieve his goals.

"I said, I said, I said~" Sha Min rubbed his arm and didn't dare to look at Li Xiaomai's eyes that stared at him, he was afraid of being beaten again and shook his hands desperately and hurriedly said.

"Say!" Li Xiaomai's half-raised foot was ready to kick it at any moment.

"Yes~~" Before the sand people could say who was behind the scenes, they were dragged straight into the yellow sand.

At the same time, the little monk also instantly jumped into the yellow sand and sank with the sand people, Li Xiaomai angrily kicked the flying yellow sand, and scolded in his mouth, "Damn the sand people, none of them are good things." ”

Mo Wuwen held the demon refining pot tightly against the yellow sand, thinking that if there was any crossbow drilled out of the sand and facing them, it might not be possible.

Sure enough, the yellow sand began to fluctuate again, and in the blink of an eye, the exhausted little monk came out of the sand and said to Mo Wuwen, "Heavenly Master, the sand people have fled to the depths of the desert~"

"It's all right, little monk. We'll retreat to the Cheklik steppe and wait for my friends to come over. It seems that he blamed the little monk by mistake, and Mo Wuwen felt a trace of guilt.

"Run!" Li Xiaomai, who was walking at the end, heard the whistling wind behind him, turned around and saw the sand dunes rolling in the distance like waves, and shouted loudly.

Mo Wuwen, who turned around, swung the demon refining pot violently at the yellow sand, and in an instant, the long dragons rolled up by the yellow sand were sucked into the pot. Mo Wuwen shouted loudly, "Hurry up and run in the direction of the grassland!" While waving the yellow sand in the demon refining pot like water, blocking the influx of the sand dunes.

"Master, my feet are being pulled!" Li Xiaomai screamed and hugged the poplar next to the desert bushes, and the little monk immediately dived into the sand when he heard Li Xiaomai's cry for help. After the sand dunes boiled like water, and the yellow sand splashed, the desert gradually calmed down again, and Li Xiaomai's feet were pulled out of the sand.

The panting little monk crawled out of the sand and staggered forward a few steps before falling to the ground, squeezing out a few words from his mouth, "Under the sand, there are many people~"

Buzzing, Mo Wuwen inserted the green celadon pieces into the sand and stirred continuously, and suddenly the yellow sand was drawn out of cyan whirlpools on the desert. The sand dunes that came over collapsed in an instant, and the desert was as smooth as a mirror.

"The sandfolk have fled." When the little monk saw the sand dunes receding one by one, he stopped struggling to stand up, and simply fell on the yellow sand and continued to gasp.

"Thank you, little monk. Get up, and we will walk to the grassland to be safe. Li Xiaomai stretched out his hand and pulled up the little monk.

"Nothing." The little monk stood up without shaking the sand on his body, and walked forward with heavy steps.

The grassland is not far from them, and the wind blowing from the direction of the grassland can even bring the fragrance of wisps of grass. Thankfully, the sandfolk never caught up, and soon they were lying among the clusters of stalks, looking up at the starry sky, waiting for the dawn to come.

In the early morning, when the sun shone on Mo Wuwen's face, Guo Jingmin and the others also rushed to the Chekrik grassland, jingling bells, and mobile phones rang to wake up the sleeping Mo Wuwen: "Where are you?" We share nearby grasslands at your post location. ”

"Uncle Guo. Then I'll send you another location to share~" Mo Wuwen, who stood up, stretched his waist and said, put down his mobile phone, and Mo Wuwen found that the little monk who escaped from the desert with them had disappeared.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly woke up Li Xiaomai, who was also asleep, "Wake up, wake up, do you see the little monk?" ”

"Little monk?" Li Xiaomai, who was in a daze, looked around, and indeed the little monk had already said goodbye.

At this time, Mo Wuwen saw that there were a few pieces of bark in the place where Li Xiaomai was lying just now, so he picked them up and handed them to Li Xiaomai, he turned around and walked to the place where he was sleeping, and also picked up a few pieces of bark and said, "It seems that the little monk is still used to the quiet life of the desert, and time has made him a real sand people, and he may really not adapt to the hustle and bustle of the world." ”

"Hey~, but the little monk helped us deal with those sand people, can the sand people let him go?" Li Xiaomai looked at the desert at the end of the grassland and sighed.

With Mo Wuwen sent to Guo Jingmin to share the position, Guo Jingmin soon found Mo Wuwen and brought him beer and dry food. Li Xiaomai, who gobbled up and stuffed something into his mouth, said vaguely, "Master, are we going to the desert to find Liu Zhaorong and Xu Shaowei, those two bastards?" ”

The vast desert, the boundless sea of sand, and it is more difficult to find two people without a goal than to find a needle in a haystack. Besides, even the little monk who could lead the way did not quit, and Mo Wuwen sat on the grass and fell into deep thought, not even knowing that the beer in his hand was poured out obliquely.

"Master, don't pour the wine, the wine in the desert is worth more than the fairy qiong yulu drunk by the heavenly immortals." Li Xiaomai smiled and prepared to take the wine bottle in Mo Wuwen's hand.

"Immortals? Yes, there you have it! Mo Wuwen suddenly jumped up, raised the wine bottle in his hand, and drank the rest of the wine.

"What's there?" Li Xiaohe looked at Mo Wuwen inexplicably, wondering if the master was stimulated in the desert.

"Lu Wu, the god of Kunlun, let's go to him and ask him to tell us the whereabouts of those two people." The word immortal made Mo Wuwen suddenly open his mouth and think of the god of Kunlun.

"Mirages aren't so easy to come across, do you want us to prepare to come back tomorrow?" He Tiankun was a little timid and wanted to retreat.

"Don't worry, there's enough gas, and I've got a few tanks of gasoline in the trunk enough for us to drive out of the desert." Guo Jingmin thought that Tiankun was worried about the lack of oil, and hurriedly explained to everyone.

"It's okay, Lao He. I have celadon pieces and demon refining pots enough to keep us safe through the desert, of course it is best to find the god of Kunlun, if we really can't find it, we will go back to Shunzi to see if we can find new clues. Mo Wuwen saw that the worry in He Tiankun's heart was to reassure him so that he would no longer be afraid.

The car headed deep into the desert, and the last thing he remembered was that they had come across the mist and walked into a mirage by the desert oasis. Guo Jingmin is not very familiar with the desert, so he can only rely on the memories of the last unknown to find an oasis in the vast desert.

The car continued to move forward, and suddenly Li Xiaomai, who was sitting in the back seat, pointed to the distance and screamed, "There seems to be a figure shaking on that poplar!" ”

Guo Jingmin turned the car and raced in the direction of the tree, and soon the car drove to the side of the tree, and he could see the gray-clothed man hanging from the tree, shaking with the heat wave blowing from the desert.

"That's the Sandfols? Maybe it's the sand people's nest fighting, leave him alone. The man is dead, let's not waste time on him, let's hurry up and find the oasis. Guo Jingmin has heard that the legendary Shamin is wearing such a gray scarf and gray clothes, the Shamin is a strange crowd, Guo Jingmin does not want to participate in the entanglement of rights and wrongs of the Shamin.

"Uncle Guo, stop." Mo Wuwen stopped Guo Jingmin, suddenly jumped out of the car and ran towards the hanging sandman, Li Xiaomai was also stunned for a moment, jumped out of the car and followed Mo Wuwen to the hanging sandman.

The sandfolk were covered in bruises, and their faces were blurred with flesh and blood hanging from the trees. But Mo Wuwen and Li Xiaomai recognized at a glance that the person in front of them was the little monk who said goodbye!

Sure enough, the little monk did not escape the poisonous hands of the sandmen, "Beast! Angry, Li Xiaomai rushed over to the tree, ready to climb the tree and untie the hanging body of the little monk.

Mo Wuwen saw that the sand next to the poplar tree began to stir, and hurriedly reached out to grab Li Xiaomai and shouted, "Be careful!" ”

Suddenly, three or five sandmen with long knives came out of the sand and slashed at Li Xiaomai, but fortunately, Li Xiaomai dodged the knife quickly, and the knife flashed and the blade popped in the yellow sand.

Mo Wuwen waved the demon refining pot at the sandfolk, and the yellow sand rushing out of the pot knocked the sandfolks to the sand like a high-pressure stream of water, and the sandfolks immediately dived their heads down, paddling their hands like frogs to prepare for the sand to escape.

Li Xiaomai rushed forward and grabbed the foot of a sandman who had not yet dived into the yellow sand and pulled him out desperately, but he didn't hear that the other sandmen had disappeared into the yellow sand, so he also stepped forward and pulled the sandman's foot with Li Xiaomai to pull him to the ground. Li Xiaomai tore off Shamin's clothes, tied Shamin's hands behind his back, and threw them on the sand again.

The furious Li Xiaomai stomped on the thigh of the sand people, and the sand people's painful face twitched and tears couldn't stop flowing out of the corners of his squinted eyes, and his mouth burst out "Ouch~~ echoing in the empty desert."

"Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master spares his life. We didn't know it was you~" Shamin opened his eyes and recognized Mo Wuwen, panicked, and hurriedly begged him for mercy.

Mo Wuwen glanced at the corpse of the little monk who was untied from the tree by Li Xiaomai, held back the anger in his heart and asked Shamin, "Who killed the little monk!" ”

"It's the patriarch, and the patriarch said that the little monk fornicated with foreign enemies, and everyone can punish him."

"Patriarch? What are your foreign enemies~"

"Foreign enemy~" The sand people paused, squinted at Mo Wuyan, and continued, "The foreign enemy is you people outside the desert, people who are enemies of our sand people. You want to mine oil fields in the desert to grab our wealth, pollute our environment, and leave us sand people with no place to live! ”

"The desert is so big, even if the oil fields are opened, they only occupy a small part of the desert, so why don't you sand people have a place to live.

"The desert belongs to our sandpeople, not yours! You want to exterminate our entire sand nation for your own benefit, you are robbers! The resentful sandman no longer feared as he spoke, but yelled at Mo Wuwen.

"Who said he was going to destroy you all?"

"Our friend of the sandmen, Lady Nan!"

"Nan Xianyue is your enemy, have you forgotten? She led so many people to the desert city to grab the green phoenix, so that the desert city collapsed and was flooded by yellow sand, have you forgotten? Mo Wuwen thought to himself that Nan Xianyue had really experienced harm, and reversed right and wrong and successfully brainwashed the sand people.

"That's the old patriarch who misunderstood Mrs. Nan in a mediocre way, and he deserves to be imprisoned!" Sand Min's eyes burst with sparks of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Who is your new patriarch?"