"Don't move!" Feng Qianxi said coldly: "If this wound is not treated as soon as possible, your left arm will be useless!" ”

Season Scar: "......"

His eyes were a little moist for a moment: "Lord Wang......"

Feng Qianxi's thin 'lips' were pursed, although doing so consumed the little spiritual power left in his body, but Ji Zhen, like Qingkui, followed him by his side by urinating, and had a very close relationship with him, he would not watch him crippled.

After just a cup of tea, the blood gradually stopped, and the wound began to show signs of scabbing, Feng Qianxi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his hand, but his face was even paler than before.

He shook his body a little, and 'thrust' the sword he held into the dune, holding himself back from falling.

Ji Zhen hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and took out a qi-gathering pill 'medicine' from the space ring and fed it to him, worrying: "Lord Wang, let's take a rest, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!" ”

Feng Qianxi pursed her lips and looked at the front of her, a vast expanse, with no end in sight.

He sighed, finally didn't refute again, nodded, and sat down on the spot with Ji Zhen's support, he knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu if he was in a hurry.

"Lord Wang, you breathe for a while, and your subordinates will protect you from the Dharma!"

"Hmm." Feng Qianxi closed his eyes, his hands formed a magic seal, and an extremely light pale white 'color' halo suddenly appeared around his body, enveloping his whole person.

The wind in the desert is still blowing, rolling up the flying sand in the sky and dancing wildly, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

Ji Zhen held the long sword in his hand, his body 'straight' as loose, vigilantly guarding against the danger that might appear around him at any time.

"Roar—", an angry roar suddenly sounded, like a thunderclap that suddenly exploded in the sky.

Ji Zhen's body shook and looked back behind him sharply.

On a sand dune a few feet away from them, there stood a majestic giant beast of the same 'color' as the desert, which was dozens of feet high, and its eyes were as red as huge lanterns, glaring at the two of them angrily.

Sandmaremon!

One of the Four Overlords of the Wastelands!

I didn't expect that the guardian beast of the thirty-eighth prohibition would be it, it seems that what the prince said is really right, the more you go to the back, the more difficult the prohibition will become.

Ji Zhen's face changed, and he suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand.

Almost without hesitation, he strode forward and protected Feng Qianxi, who was healing at a critical juncture.

"Roar—", the Sand Beast looked up to the sky and roared like a thunderbolt.

And with its roar, the whole barren land instantly became more and more 'gloomy', and the hurricane surged, and in an instant, the sky was dark.

Ji Zhen flew fiercely in a blue robe, Ying's 'Ting' eyebrows and eyes were full of solemnity, and his hands were violently sealed, holding out a light blue 'color' enchantment to block the wind and sand that swept across the sky.

"Ahem, Ji Ji ......", Feng Qianxi's slightly dry and hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"Lord Wang, you just have to heal with peace of mind, this thirty-eighth prohibition will be 'handed over' to your subordinates to solve!" Ji Zhen's tone was sonorous, and his eyes were firm.

Feng Qianxi paused slightly and said, "Be careful, ......", his hands changed, he re-formed a magic seal, and entered the state of concentration again.

Once he started this healing exercise, he couldn't quit halfway, otherwise, it would only make the injury worse.

I hope that Ji Scar can contain the Sand Beast for the time being......

After a while, the wind and sand gradually subsided, but even with the best of his eyesight, he could only barely see the distance of about a foot ahead.