Min Lang lay on the blanket very unfiguratively, the cold air of the blanket was whirring into his body, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably, "Hey, this is completely different from what I imagined to explore! ”

Shi Yu smiled: "What, you're going to retreat?"

Min Lang immediately sat up and shouted: "How is it possible, am I the kind of person who gives up lightly! Since I have accepted this task, I will definitely do it well." ”

Shi Yu smiled, "I hope so, remember what you said today!"

Several people hurried to replenish the lost water, Shi Yu took out a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it, Min Lang was curious: "What are you doing?"

Shi Yu didn't raise his head, Shen Bujiao glanced at it, and hesitated: "It seems to be drawing a map when we came." ”

She recalled in her mind the route she took when she came, which was almost consistent with what Shi Yu had drawn, and Shi Yu looked up with a smile and said, "Those who know me, Bu Jiao also." ”

Only a small part of this paper was drawn, and they didn't go to other places, of course, they couldn't just rely on the strength of a few people to finish this secret realm, they only needed to explore a path, and then supplement the dangers that would be encountered in this road, and make corresponding marks.

Han Duyu poked the sand boredly and played, and only after a while did he frown and said, "The environment of the desert is indeed harsh, but it is not like there are no demon beasts! ”

Han Duyu's doubts have also been hovering in everyone's hearts, there must be demons when things go wrong, but they don't know what awaits them in the future.

The barrier is covered with a thin, clear layer of cold air, which is very comfortable, but it is only a short resting place, and it is impossible to stay here all the time.

The physical strength of several people had almost recovered, and Shen Bujiao took out a new mask from the storage bag and put it on, ready to embark on a new journey.

The five of them got up, Shi Yu took the blanket back into the storage bag, and heard Fu Qinghan's eager voice, "Run, the sandstorm is coming." ”

As soon as Shen Bujiao turned his head, he saw that the wind was sweeping not far away, the sand grains were flying, the sky was dark, with the momentum of destroying the world, it was simply a world of sand, a place for no one to stand, some monks ran in front of the sandstorm in a panic, and the flying magic weapons and defensive magic weapons were turned on one after another.

"I, I'll go ......" Min Lang was stunned for a moment, and before he could recover from the shock, he was pulled forward by Fu Qinghan, who reacted quickly.

Han Duyu, Shi Yu and Shen Bujiao quickly sacrificed their natal spirit swords and walked with the sword, Fu Qinghan was also a sword cultivator, and Min Lang was a Fu cultivator, so it was Fu Qinghan who took him to fly with the sword.

Min Lang hugged Fu Qinghan's waist with both hands, for fear that he would fall, the speed of the sandstorm behind him was very fast, Fu Qinghan concentrated on the sword, Min Lang waited for his mind to calm down a little, turned his head to see where the sandstorm went, and this turn almost scared him to death.

The sky to the west was gray, and the yellow sand danced wildly in the sky, and the wind whined, mixed with the frightened cries of some monks, and it rolled forward like a shaking funnel, and the area of the ground became larger and larger, and the scene was very spectacular.

However, Min Lang had no time to appreciate this, some monks who had not escaped were swept up into the sky by the sandstorm, and their bodies were like kites with broken strings, Min Lang's hand holding Fu Qinghan's waist tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

kept urging Fu Qinghan, "I'll go, Qinghan, you fly quickly! It's coming! Hurry up!, it's going to roll over!"

Min Lang has never felt that death is so close to him, this is the second time he has gone out to experience, whether it is a calm attitude towards danger, or the ability to adapt to changes, he is lacking, he can come to the desert wasteland to explore, relying on only a lonely courage and momentum.

Fu Qinghan's forehead was bruised, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Min Lang, you loosen up a little for me." ”

He was about to be strangled to death by Min Lang, should he be glad that this guy didn't directly hug his neck! Otherwise, he was not swept up in the sandstorm, but was killed by Min Lang first......

Min Lang's heart was full of fear, he couldn't hear Fu Qinghan's words clearly, he only knew that he had to grasp this life-saving straw, in case he fell, his little life would be completely over.

Min Lang later lay on Fu Qinghan's body, and screamed in his mouth, "Hurry up! It's coming towards us, turn, turn around!"

Fu Qinghan: "......" wanted to throw the guy on his body down, and his brain hurt when he was noisy.

Shi Yu, Han Duyu and Shen Bujiao are all sword cultivators, swords are like their limbs, they are very skilled in using them, their swords are very fast, but it is obvious that the speed of the sandstorm is even faster, and the voice of the evil ghost that seems to come from hell is approaching them step by step.

Han Duyu's back was covered with cold sweat, his legs were a little trembling, his lips couldn't stop trembling, Shi Yu's eyebrows were full of coldness, his expression was solemn, but he was extremely calm.

Min Lang tightly hooked Fu Qinghan's neck with both hands, turned his head and saw that the sandstorm was like a giant tornado, the place it passed was full of sand and rocks, and the yellow sand around it was swept into the air, and the size was getting bigger and bigger, Min Lang's heart trembled.

The yellow sand that was rolled up by the sandstorm was no longer a plate of loose sand with no offensive power, Min Lang could feel the ferocious aura from afar, and if he was swept in, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Now they were panicking, Shen Bujiao was painstakingly writing down the distance he had flown over, turning a few more times, and there was no reference around, so he quickly lost his way.

Min Lang listened to the direction with his ears, and suddenly his face changed, and he shouted: "No, turn right, there is another sandstorm on the left!"

The next moment, Min Lang's words were confirmed, the truth was even more serious than he said, several sandstorms were moving rapidly towards this side, the yellow sand flying in the sky covered the sky, the endless desert had no shelter, and many times, human beings were powerless in front of nature.

The sandstorm is getting closer and closer to them, there is nowhere to escape, the sandstorm surrounds them in a surrounding style, and there are many monks who encounter this predicament with them, and those who have a defensive magic weapon quickly open the defense, at this time the formation is the most popular, because the defense of the formation is strong, the range is large, and it can protect more people.

It takes time to arrange the formation, and the sandstorm is extremely fast, Shen Bujiao and the others were blinded by the rolled up yellow sand, and reluctantly used their spiritual power to raise a protective shield to isolate the wind and sand from the outside world.

Shen Bujiao saw that the situation was not right, and now he couldn't escape, and built large and small enclosed spaces to protect the monks, which was no different from being involved in the chaotic secret realm at the beginning.

Shen Bujiao hid in a small space, full of a sense of security, and couldn't help but be glad that he had comprehended the "way of space", otherwise where could it be so convenient?