In the realm of all difficulties, the Demon Sand Tree continued to take difficult steps forward, even if its body was slashed away by the desolate aura emitted by the Emperor Soul, it did not retreat at all.

For the group of sand people behind it who have coexisted with it since it was conscious, there were bursts of heart-rending and unimaginable pain coming from its trunk at this time, but its will also encouraged it to move forward step by step.

In this predicament that can be called absolutely crushing, the Demon Sand Tree does not have absolute confidence in whether he can reach Shen Moli and whether he can awaken Shen Moli's consciousness. Just because it didn't try, with the distance between it and the Sand Clan's people and Shen Moli, it could be extremely sure that once the Emperor Soul was completely awakened, they would not be able to escape the danger of ten deaths.

Even though it was now taking advantage of the fact that the Emperor Soul was plundering Shen Moli's consciousness, it fled with the Sand Clan. With the demonic strength of the Emperor Soul, the Demon Sand Tree also knew that it was futile to escape.

The only way to break this dangerous situation is to know that the only way to break the magic sand tree is to wake up Shen Moli.

Although Shen Moli had his back to everyone, his black and demonic hair gradually turned white, and the Demon Sand Tree could feel that the Emperor Soul was gradually gaining the peak in the battle for consciousness with Shen Moli.

Although 10,000 years have passed, the Magic Sand Tree can still clearly remember the appearance of the person it saw in the picture scroll, and what impressed it the most was the white hair of the person who seemed to be able to entangle people through the picture scroll until it was suffocated.

There are even rumors that the man's gray hair may be pierced through the scroll and demand the lives of all those who look at the painting.

It is rumored that the Devil Sand Tree does not know the truth, but the faint white hair with demonic nature makes the Devil Sand Tree impressed. The hair under the trickle is like a group of rivers converging in the sea, winding into infinite space in a limited scroll, as if to swallow heaven and earth.

There were not many people who had seen that person's picture scroll back then, and even fewer people had seen that person's true face. And most of the people who saw the picture scroll died inexplicably.

The Magic Sand Tree is one of the few survivors after viewing the painting, but its endless white hair has become an indelible nightmare in its heart for 10,000 years, making it often suffer and unable to sleep at night for 10,000 years.

More often, the long hair seems to pass through the picture scroll, through time, binding its lifeblood in its dreams, leaving it in the place of death with no possibility of future life.

In the midst of countless rays of light, the Demon Sand Tree once suspected that the white hair that frightened it was real through the pain of the scars that bloomed after waking up from the dream, and it may have taken its life at some point.

According to legend, that person originally belonged to the demon race, and it was through several extremely evil and treacherous cultivation that he achieved the same level as the sky.

is also a demon race, and the fear for his own life has also made the demon sand tree more and more resistant to interacting with the demon people, for fear that whoever is close to it will be the villain who has turned into a person to erase it.

In that inextricable torment, the Demon Sand Tree was extremely kind to the aliens. In its interactions with other clans, although the Demon Sand Tree was able to alleviate the fear of being tormented by gray hair for many years, it never told others about the scroll, lest any of them accidentally become another object of white hair entanglement.

Now, looking at the white hair in front of him, the magic sand tree only felt as if he was in a different world, and his eyes gradually couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction.

The white hair that flew under the squeeze of the cyclone continued to spread in the eyes of the magic sand tree, like a stream and a river converging the sea, and the formation became more and more majestic, as if it was about to wind to every corner of the three kingdoms and six seas, submerging all the seas and lands in the whole world.

The endless white hair fluttered, making the magic sand tree fall into a dead knot that could not be broken free from as it advanced. It struggled to move forward in the dead knot, but it seemed to be no faster than the gray hair, and it could not get out of the gray hair.

At the same time, there was a sudden explosion sound in the water curtain, and countless clear water turned into raindrops and fell straight down, which turned into heat under the friction of the cold wind, forming a lingering thick fog, shrouding the outside of the formation in a hazy cloud of smoke and rain.

In the world that cannot be seen clearly, the horror of the Sand people goes even further.

Their strength was already mediocre, and when they saw the Demon Sand Tree rushing ahead of their lives, they thought that the Demon Sand Tree could avoid all the disasters for them. However, after the Demon Sand Tree rushed forward for a while, it actually stood still, and his face was still full of horror.

Not being able to see the white hair that the Demon Sand Tree saw, this look of fear that flashed out of thin air made the hearts of the Sand Tribesmen more and more uneasy.

And the water curtain that fell inexplicably made their hearts tremble, and they didn't know what kind of divine power they felt extremely strong before they could shuttle into this place, and the water curtain that was almost invincible was shattered.

This kind of panic made the soles of countless Sand people tremble, and they were eager to flee together and leave this strange place in the midst of all dangers.

It was only the last vestige of reason that made them clench their teeth and force themselves to stick to the original position of the formation. I don't know what Shen Moli's current situation is, but they know that letting themselves and their fellow clansmen fall into the mist that the outside world can't see clearly, I'm afraid that the crisis is much greater than the crisis in the formation.

The strength of the Emperor's Soul Breath has a greater impact on the strong.

The people of the Sand tribe have abandoned their martial arts practice and are content in a corner, although their ears are cracked under the influence of this kind of breath, they can still survive for a while.

They looked at each other, anxious and afraid, as if anxious to find a solution to the danger from each other's expressions. However, after looking around, they realized that everyone, including several elders in their own family, was like ants boating in the ocean in this danger, and they could be swallowed up by danger at any time.

Just when the Sand people were desperately looking for a way to break through the predicament, Luan Er, who was hidden in the water curtain, became the first person to be killed because of the amazing power of the water curtain.

The water curtain would not have been affected by the cold wind, but at this time, the interweaving of the wind and the emperor's soul air flow forcibly changed the direction of the wind, causing the cold wind to burst like a blade and hit the water curtain. The seemingly indestructible curtain of water, in this burst of blows, gradually became unable to parry, more and more fragments appeared, and finally cracked together with Luan Er's body, turning into endless water droplets and scattering in all directions.

For countless years, the cold wind and water curtain connected by a certain relationship instantly became hostile under the confrontation with the emperor's soul. The curtain of water that had been broken struggled to struggling, struggling repeatedly in the cold wind that stabbed him, trying to extinguish the ferocious aura in the cold wind.

The cold wind was in the murderous aura of the water curtain, and it was more and more powerful under the resistance of the emperor's soul, so that the water curtain gradually lost the strength to resist and turned into nothingness.

And Luan Er was originally a heavenly soul, and under the torture of these countless ferocious qi, it also turned into ashes and disappeared to the point that there were no bones left.

In the dangerous situation intertwined with wind and mist, Shen Moli ran in her sea of consciousness, only to feel that there were layers of iron cages around her, completely isolating her from the outside world, if countless hands were reaching towards her, binding her.

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