The white flame that froze the blood flowed, but at this time, it suddenly opened its mouth in Xiangzhang's body and warned everyone: "If you don't want the dead to be the patriarch, then do as I say." ”

The words that were indistinguishable from others made the Sand people who were about to move around stop all their movements.

In the tense atmosphere, the air seemed to condense, and countless frosts froze Xiangzhang shivering, and also scraped everyone's hearts cold. They didn't know where the white flame burning with Liao Gehua as raw material was sacred, and they felt that Bai Yan's behavior was very strange.

In astonishment, it was Xiang'an who reacted first.

No matter what the white flame was, at this time it was obviously trying to blackmail the Son of Heaven to order the world. Drilling into Xiangzhang's body, no matter what the purpose, Bai Yan can well choke the life of the Sand people and make the Sand people obediently obey.

The Sand Clan cannot be left without an owner for a day, and with the loyalty of the Sand Clan, they will not change the master at this time, and Xiangzhang will not be left to death.

Bai Yan took advantage of Xiangzhang's unpreparedness and easily rushed into Xiangzhang's body, how obvious his intentions were, Xiang'an, as an elder of the Sand Clan, had seen countless ulterior motives, how could he not know what Bai Yan's move meant.

It's just that I figured out Bai Yan's ulterior motives, but it doesn't mean that there is a way to solve the problem at hand. Xiang An glanced at Shen Moli scrutinically, and then asked the white flame in Xiang Zhang's body, "What do you want?"

Seeing that someone finally answered his words in the silence, Bai Yan said happily: "I think all the people of the Sand Tribe are dead, and finally there are still living people willing to talk to me." That's fine, I naturally have something to get into his body, and if I want to save him, you come forward first. ”

After that, there was a white flame on Xiangzhang's chest, which turned into a five-finger form and hooked his fingers towards Xiang'an.

"Elder An, I'm afraid there is fraud in it, wait for me to find out the truth before stepping forward. Xiang Dun saw the strange scene and hurriedly stopped Xiang An.

Xiang'an is both wise and brave, but his demonic cultivation is not particularly outstanding.

Compared with ordinary Sha people, Xiang'an's cultivation is really outstanding among the Sha people.

And since he and the rest of the elders were all carefully cultivated by the elders of the previous generation of clansmen since childhood, their cultivation resources were even more incomparable to ordinary clansmen. Xiang'an came from the bottom of the Sha tribe and became a self-trained talent, and his different growth experience from other elders also made him a talented person in the eyes of the Sha people.

But only a few other elders who have been colleagues with Xiang'an for a long time know that Xiang'an does not have a higher demonic talent than others at all, but it is only because he has studied and practiced more diligently than others for many years that has enabled him to achieve today's achievements.

Among the elders, the Xiang'an Demon Dao realm is not weak, but compared with the powerhouses of other races in the Demon Land, there is a gap that is difficult to cross.

The white flame flowing in Xiangzhang's body right now, although the body is small, the cultivation must not be weak. Otherwise, with Xiangzhang's temperament, if Bai Yan's cultivation is weaker than himself, even if Bai Yan enters his body while he is unprepared, I am afraid that he will have already spared no effort to force Bai Yan out of his body at this time.

Among the Sand Clan, Xiangzhang's Demon Dao realm is the highest. If Xiangzhang couldn't suppress the white flame, with Xiang'an's cultivation, it would be even more difficult to match the white flame.

Several elders judged Bai Yan based on Xiangzhang's character, but they ignored Xiangzhang's strange appearance after returning, and they didn't think that the person in front of him was not the patriarch they respected.

At this time, the real Xiangzhang was trapped in a clay pot with no fingers in his reach, waiting with Fengshuang at the entrance of the sand region, looking forward to the appearance of Shen Moli and others.

At the beginning, Feng Shuang gave Shen Moli half an hour to evacuate the Sand people, but because he was worried that Shen Moli was carrying a group of unarmed Sand people and the speed of his march would be slowed down, he took his own people to pretend that his judgment was inaccurate in the sand area, and Yu Fei Shali spent some more time.

Unexpectedly, an hour passed, and he led his people to evacuate the sand region into the peach forest, and the shadow of half of the sand tribe appeared at the entrance of the sand domain.

At the beginning, he tore off his soul and accompanied Shen Moli Mengluo to the entrance of the Sand Domain, not just to help Shen Moli Mengluo support the only hope for everyone to escape from here. He even wanted to use his soul to know when Shen Moli would leave the Sand Domain and where he would go.

Therefore, when leading the clansmen to the peach forest, Feng Shuang always let his torn soul accompany Shen Moli's dream and guard the exit of the sand region.

Unexpectedly, he waited for a long time, but he finally saw Shen Moli's figure, which made Feng Shuang's expression solemn at this time, and his body exuded a gloomy spirit that rejected people for thousands of miles.

Accustomed to seeing the usual hippie smiling face, after perceiving the terrifying aura emanating from Fengshuang's body, the people of the clan also guessed that Fengshuang had something in his heart, and stayed away from Fengshuang. Feng Shuang is not only the top representative of the Demon Dao in their clan, but also synonymous with decisiveness.

If the people of the clan are present when they go on the expedition, they will always be more able to increase their morale, but they also know that when Feng Shuang has this look, they will become extremely cold. Anyone who came forward to ask or tried to comfort them would be killed by Feng Shuang one by one.

Knowing Feng Shuang's bloodthirstiness, the people of the clan did not dare to be bored with themselves, and took their own Qingqing's life.

This deliberate distance also gave Feng Shuang more time to explore what was happening at the entrance of the Sand Domain. He condensed a mirror in the palm of his hand, presenting all the scenes of the entrance to the sand region that his soul had seen.

Xiangzhang, who was locked in a crockpot by Feng Shuang, was worried about his own people in his heart through the square inch picture of Feng Shuang's palm.

As the head of a clan, it is his responsibility not to share the worries of the clan in times of great trouble, and as the head of a clan, it is his incompetence to be captured when a foreign invasion is lost. In the midst of anxiety and worry, Xiangzhang focused his eyes on a crack in the crockpot where he was closed, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

He longed to return to his people, and he would do anything for the sake of his people, but what he didn't know was that at this time, in another place, the fake Xiangzhang who looked the same as him, and imitated him to swagger and deceive, could not do it for the Sand people.

The faint white flame burned in False Xiangzhang's body, not only did it not burn any unbearable heat, but instead let a wisp of cold spread like hell spread to every corner of his body.

In that extreme cold, he seemed to be made into a living dead who would never die, but never be free, and his consciousness gradually blurred in the extreme cold.

The white flame was caused by the burning of Liao Gehua, and he had lived in the thunder vine field for such a long time, and he had never seen any signs of Liao Gehua giving birth to consciousness.

Right now, this white flame is born extremely strangely, not only does it have consciousness, but consciousness is not as simple as the monster that was first conscious. Just taking his own life with the Sand people makes people feel like a conspiracy that has been brewed by a long-suffering person.

This made him extremely uneasy, and he was even more worried about the white flame that was holding back him at this time, and he could smell from his own bones and blood that he was not a Sand Tribe, and let the Sand People abandon him.