A few hours later, there were a few more figures near the remnants of the battlefield where the two legions were destroyed, and it was Di Yunxiao and the others who arrived against the storm.

Looking at the huge pit that had been destroyed by a large number of law attacks, Di Yunxiao's eyelids jumped, and he sank down to caress the sand that had been scorched into molten by the mysterious fire path law.

"Five, confine the sandstorm around you, and clean up the fine sand covering the ground. ”

Hearing the sound, a dark guard of the dark temple silently recited a spell, and pulled out hundreds of mana threads with ten fingers of both hands, directly blocking the surrounding wind and sandstorm from a hundred zhang away.

At the same time, the fine sand that covered the surface of the battlefield on the ground was also blown away, revealing the remnants of the previous battle.

Looking at the staggered picture of crimson and gold all over the ground, Di Yunxiao's heart trembled.

I saw that the originally melted gravel had been re-solidified, like a large piece of dog's head gold, shining in the light of the scorching sun.

In the large chunks of gravel, mixed with the color of blood, these are the blood of fallen high monks, sprinkled in the gravel, never evaporated by the heat.

"What a domineering flame power! The temperature that can melt it is only no less than fifteen hundred degrees, such a high temperature is enough to incinerate pig iron, and the cultivation of the person who made the move is probably between the peak of the Kaiyang Wheel and the Yaoguang Wheel. ”

After carefully examining the chaotic footprints left on the ground, Di Yunxiao's brows frowned.

The body of an adult Mao Wen warrior is at least four zhang in size, but although there are many chaotic footprints nearby, none of the footprints match the physique of the Mao Wen clan.

Di Yunxiao's fingertips brushed the hot gravel, and one mana after another touched the ground, enveloping it in all directions.

A moment later, Di Yunxiao's body shook, his palm quickly retracted as if he had been electrocuted, his throat snorted, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"Master Yunxiao's nephew!"

The Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch let out a low roar, the sword box behind his back opened, and a blue-gold long sword flew out, directly slashing between the large pieces of gravel, splashing golden fragments all over the sky.

The two dark guards of the dark hall held the body of Emperor Yunxiao and led him to retreat.

"Wait, this king is fine, there's something underground!"

Just four or five feet back, Di Yunxiao suddenly pushed away the two black guards, stomped his feet, and his majestic strength went straight to the ground.

Bang!

The solidified sand crystals suddenly shattered, Di Yunxiao's five fingers glowed with golden light, and Sen Leng's eyes were glowing with a strange divine light, under his five claws, even Shenjin could blast out a fist mark.

After the deafening roar, Di Yunxiao tore a huge hole in the ground with a punch, and the giant claws formed by the five claws went deep into the ground, and grabbed a huge round boulder from below.

With a roar, the green tendons on Di Yunxiao's right arm jumped wildly, like a wriggling earthworm, showing his current physical strength that made anyone tremble.

"Up!"

Emperor Yunxiao's teeth clenched, and in the rattling sound, a spherical golden transparent boulder with a radius of two zhang was lifted up by him, and the golden sand stained on it flowed down sparsely.

When the Tibetan Kendojun and the others saw the situation inside this transparent boulder, their expressions changed suddenly, bringing a strong look of horror.

In this golden boulder, which is about two feet in diameter, a living being is sealed.

He had a triangular head and exaggerated giant bat wings on his back, his whole body was stained with blood, a huge hole was cut in his left shoulder, the gushing blood was frozen, and he was still holding a sturdy divine golden battle shield in his hand.

In his right hand was a broken war spear, also made of divine gold, but like the battle shield, it had suffered devastating damage, which showed that it had experienced a terrifying battle.

Emperor Yunxiao circled around this boulder, and finally saw the whole picture of the sealed creature inside.

"The warrior of the Biyang clan! This clan should be an extremely rare small race, a natural warrior, known as the king of the sky, with the flesh wings on his back alone, he can match the speed of the law spirit wings. ”

Biyang?

The expression of the Tibetan Kendo Monarch was gloomy and uncertain, and in his memory, there seemed to be only one strong person of the Biyang clan stationed in the Sandstorm Black Sea.

"The Divine General of the One Hundred and Forty-third Legion, Agullo!"

A monstrous tyrannical killing force poured out from the body of the Hidden Sword Dao King, and he recognized the identity of the creature sealed in the molten boulder, which turned out to be the Immortal Holy Court Divine General Legion Commander Agulo who had been destroyed before.

The army of the Immortal Holy Court had also searched this battlefield repeatedly before, and only found the corpses of thousands of low-ranking monks, and as for the bodies of the two god generals and legion leaders, they had not seen a single one.

No one would have thought that the dignified monarch and god general would be buried more than ten zhang under the golden sands.

"What? He's the Immortal Holy Court's Divine General?"

Emperor Yunxiao's muscles tensed suddenly, and multiple seals were applied to the boulder he lifted, so he couldn't feel the coercion emanating from the creatures inside, and it was precisely because of this that the Holy Court army failed to detect it.

"Master Yunxiao, get out of the way! The old man wants to see what kind of divine means can actually kill Aguluo of the Yang Clan more easily!"

With the cultivation and eyesight of the Tibetan Sword Daojun, it is naturally not difficult to see that the creatures in the boulder have long been killed in battle. The reason why he can still maintain his fresh body is because of the imprison of the boulder.

The group of monks quickly dispersed, and the Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch held a blue gold long sword, and the golden sandstorm that the sword pointed at was cut by the sword momentum, and in the trembling sonorous sound, the cyan sword qi was like a giant axe that opened the world, directly slashing at the golden boulder.

Bang!

The sound of gold and iron resounded, brilliant sparks flew in all directions, and a rare great cultivator in the world, such as the Tibetan Sword Dao Jun, only left a gap of a few inches on the boulder under a single sword.

Many monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect on the side looked at each other, and their faces were full of shock.

"What a hard stone, this is not something cast by Jinsha, it is a magic technique, this is a divine stone mixed with laws!"

Feeling the violent tremor transmitted from the hilt of the sword, the face of the Hidden Sword Dao Jun became more and more embarrassed, and the person who could make his sword slash and perform the sealing technique was afraid that he was already powerful to the extreme of the Dao Monarch.

"Heaven and Earth Yuanyang Sword, slash!"

This time, the Tibetan Sword Dao Jun no longer kept his hand, and performed his own unique swordsmanship, the blue-gold long sword was covered with dazzling runes, and the vicissitudes of life and simple sword intent were attached to the edge that cut everything.

With a click, the boulder that was originally stronger than the Divine Iron could no longer stop the long sword of the Hidden Sword Dao Monarch, and it was directly cut out of a huge gap of nearly one zhang.

On the surface of the boulder, the golden runes manifested, and then gradually cracked, and finally the gap and crack cut by the Hidden Sword Dao Monarch spread to the entire surface.

Click!

As the long sword of the Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch returned to the box, the golden boulder exploded, and the exploded fragments splattered in all directions, directly knocking out sand pits of different sizes.

Without the restriction of the prohibition on the boulder, the Dao Monarch God of the Biyang Clan, which was sealed inside, released the oppressive terrifying aura on his body, and Di Yunxiao and the others were forced to take dozens of steps back before standing still.

(End of chapter)