The sword that the Sandman drew from my abdomen looked white, and it seemed to be made of rock throughout.

The hilt of the sword is so long that if it weren't for the blades on both sides, I would have mistaken it for an ancient Chinese horse chopping knife.

Strange to say, I don't know if it's because of the extra sword, but after plunging into the darkness, I still can't see anything else, but I can see my own body.

I could see my own flesh, I could see the sword, but everything else was still shrouded in darkness.

The Sandman moves fast, and it seems to have found its target, rushing straight in.

That is, after two or three seconds, the sand-bodied man stopped, jumped up, and jumped up very suddenly.

In the process, it also grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword downward, and inserted it vertically......

There was a muffled bang.

The long sword, which seemed to be made of rock, seemed to have stuck something, and the darkness around it turned gray in an instant, as if it had fogged out of the mountains and forests without warning.

But it's all good for me, at least I can see what's going on around me.

I could see Master Zizi, and I could see the open coffin in front of me, but I couldn't find any trace of the black-robed king.

Something is wrong...... I heard it speak just now...... It's gone in a blink of an eye?!

Could it be that the sand-bodied man was stabbed to death with a sword?!

it!!

The tip of the sword wielded by the Sandman had been inserted into the coffin, to be precise, in the belly of the pregnant woman.

It was only then that I could see that the woman lying in the coffin was indeed a woman, but she must have died a long time ago...... And it is very likely that he was killed by the old religion.

The female corpse was wearing a black robe, but there was no mask on her face, so I could see her intuitively.

So I can't see any skin in the exposed places, and all I can see is the subcutaneous tissue......

The old religion is also ruthless enough...... Judging by this situation, they must have skinned this woman.

Zizi Shi stood aside, as if he didn't react, looked at me in a daze, and then at the woman in the coffin, almost screaming and roaring.

"You...... What did you do?!! ”

The Sandman sneered twice, didn't give the master an answer, just let go of his hand, and quickly opened the distance between him and the coffin.

I hadn't figured out what it was going to do, but I heard the Sand-Bodyed Man say, "You can't hold it anymore." ”

When these words came out, my body trembled twice, a pain from the depths of my soul, and almost instantly swept through my limbs.

"The Black-robed King's carrier is too stable, I can't destroy it........ "But most of its clones have been destroyed by me....... It won't threaten you anytime soon......."

Hearing the words of the Sand-Bodyed Man, I couldn't help but be stunned for two seconds.

This guy is quite polite...... Why do you feel so concerned about me?

In the mouth of Wu Immortal Buddha, the sand body is not a good thing, it has always been one and one, and it is very clear from us future generations.......

"If there's a next time you meet it, you can summon me......." the Sandman said quietly.

"Good!" I replied in my heart: "You are willing to help me, I am really ......."

Before I could finish speaking, the Sand-Bodyed Man immediately said: "The foundation of the Black Robe King in the afterlife is very deep, I can feel that there are many places where its power is hidden, in my current state, if it really comes, I can't defeat it." ”

"Then you ......."

"If one day, it comes back from the Deep Sky Star Sea, then you must remember to recall me to the next life." The Sand-Body Man lowered his voice, and his tone was very calm: "As long as my body comes to the afterlife, it will not be my opponent. ”

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered many of the words that Wu Immortal Buddha had told me.

About the Sandboon, about the creatures of the old days...... Lots of advice.

"Okay." I replied quietly.

I don't know what the Sandborough was going to be, and I can't guess what it really thought, but I can feel it...... The Sand-Body One seems to be too harmonious.

It gives me a completely different feeling from what Wu Xianfo described, to be honest, it's a bit abnormal, it's not a good phenomenon.

But in any case, at this moment, I'd better not show the doubts in my heart, lest things go in a bad direction.......

At least I'll have to turn the tide on it now, won't I?

During my conversation with the Sand-Bodyed Man, Master Zizai had been in a state of madness, and he jumped onto the coffin, holding the hilt of his sword in both hands, and pulled it out desperately.

But no matter how hard he tried, the sword remained in place.

"Sand-bodied!! Pull out the sword for me!! The master roared wildly, like a wild dog that was crazy, and he couldn't see what a superior person should look like at all.

It is no exaggeration to say that among the prophets I have seen in the old religion, the master is the least elegant, which is true.

Not sure why.

I feel like I'm looking at him like a madman, and it's indescribably strange.

Is this the ruler of the Old Church? The self-contained division that is known as the number one in China?

Why don't I feel like it.......

"Be careful yourself."

The Sandman whispered, his voice getting quieter.

"If I stay any longer, your physical body will completely collapse, you can't die now, you have to live........"

With the sound of the sand-bodied man, the stone sword that was inserted in the coffin also changed, and with the cold wind slowly blowing in the mountain, it continued to change, turning into flying ash at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then drifting around with the wind.......

When the sword disappeared into the wind, I found that the Sandman had lost his voice, and that my control of my body had finally been restored.

The Sandboon is gone.

That's right, just leave a mess like that, pat your ass and fuck go!

"You...... Aren't you hurting me......" I sat down on the ground, gasping for air, as if my bones were about to fall apart, and my whole body hurt terribly.

But I have to say that since the sand body fighter left my body, the body Gu that was imprisoned and couldn't move also began to operate rapidly at this moment.

Can the flesh Gu hold my life...... At least I won't die in the aftermath of the Sandborough Leaving My Body........

But isn't there a free teacher!!

"You're going to kill me.......," I said tremblingly, for at the moment I was not only in pain, but I was not able to exert any strength at all, and it was already a matter of all my might to sit on the ground and not lie down.

If the free master comes to clean me up, let alone fight with him, I won't even have room to fight back!

Wu Xianfo told me a long time ago...... Asking for help from the sand-bodied person is bound to have sequelae....... But as things stand, the aftermath is expected.

Even better than I thought, at least I'm not dead and can catch a few more breaths.

"The Sandman?"

At this time, Master Zizai also seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned his head and looked at me.

I could feel his surprised gaze from afar, and of course, his delighted gaze afterwards.

"The Sandboon is gone?" Master Zizi asked with a smile.

I didn't speak, and I didn't dare to speak, for fear of revealing the slightest bit of horse's feet, I just wanted to take this opportunity to delay for a while, at least until the Flesh Gu repaired my body and allowed me to regain a certain amount of mobility.......

"Looks like it's really gone......"

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing, holding the coffin with one hand, as if he was afraid that he would faint from laughing, and kept beating his chest to smooth his breath.

"Without the help of the Sand Body, you would have been planted in my hands in the next life......." Master Zizai said, his face changed very nervously, and his tone became cold in an instant.

The contrast between the front and back only made me think that this old thing was crazy.

"Kill so many of our congregants...... You've lived enough, boy......."

Master Zizi said, laughing strangely again, rubbing his palms together, looking at me with a kind of food-looking gaze, and his ugly face looked even more distorted at the moment.

"Next time we want to use the tribute, let's change it to you, right?"

I gritted my teeth and exerted all my strength to open my mouth, unable to speak.

"You try."

Hearing these three words I said, Master Zizi smiled even more happily, raised his feet and walked towards me step by step.

The twisted and misshapen smile on his face only creeped me out.

"Okay, I'll try."