Rather than owe another favor, Shen Moli prefers to do things by himself to achieve peace of mind.

Looking at Shen Moli's figure hurrying towards the outside of the magic pool, Feng Shuang's eyes crossed a touch of inquiry.

Shen Moli was more interesting than he imagined.

The encounter with Shen Moli was not so much an accident, but rather an inevitability calculated by Feng Shuang. As long as the emperor's soul is on Shen Moli's body for a day, Feng Shuang will not give up his entanglement with Shen Moli for a day.

With Shen Moli's petite figure, Feng Shuang followed behind without hurrying. It was clearly a summer day in the heat wave, and the place where the maple passed through it was for some reason, but for some reason, it rolled up bursts of ice, freezing the entire city into a winter cold.

The extremely cold breath soon made the scattered Tan people aware of it, and if they got the signal, they gathered in groups to evacuate to the depths of the sandy region in a moment. The auspicious wind led by him quickly rushed to the barren sand outside the city to investigate the enemy's situation in the palpable cold.

In a few moments, the entire Sand Clan city was restored to the empty scene it had been before.

The empty barren sand drifted in the wind, but the buildings below were covered in ice, and the layers of frost were covered.

After Shen Moli and Feng Shuang were some distance away, there was a loud sound of shaking the sky and the earth after listening to the sound, and if there were thousands of horses galloping under the earth, the ground began to roar, bursting countless gaps that could be reached by the eyes. Countless fine sand poured out of the cracks, as if to swallow all the storms at once.

Seeing the situation, Shen Mo Li Ling flew off the ground and looked back at him.

Just this hope couldn't help but make Shen Moli feel sad. She called out loudly, "Feng Shuang?"

Qingling's voice was covered in the wind and sand, and now only the roaring wind and dust remained in the raging sand.

For Feng Shuang, Shen Moli did not have a completely different feeling from others, but disaster came, as a companion, Shen Moli naturally did not want Feng Shuang to encounter any changes.

Sand fell from the sky, sand surged from the ground, and countless sand and gravel intertwined up and down covered everything in the vast sand and dust in an instant.

The choking sand rolled and churned, as if it were about to bury the entire sandy area. The sand and gravel entered his nose, choking Shen Moli with a light cough.

In his previous life, although Shen Moli had experienced many more dangerous realms than this flying sand, this almost covered the flying sand around the body, mouth and nose, although Shen Moli sacrificed spiritual power to protect his facial features, he still couldn't keep out all the sand and gravel that was more than the stars.

In the endless flying sand, suddenly an air hood bloomed like an umbrella, enveloping Shen Moli into it, tightly protected.

Feng Shuang's voice came from behind Shen Moli, "Are you looking for me?"

Although the dense flying sand can block people's vision, Fengshuang has a sense of smell that is 100 times more sensitive than ordinary people. Su Ri, in the rolling yellow sand, although Feng Shuang closed his sense of smell because he hated the smell of sand and dust, but at this time, there was no way to look, and Feng Shuang had to force himself to find Shen Moli's footprints in the thick breath of sand and dust.

The breath of the same sand and dust is nothing more than an unpleasant existence for ordinary people, but for Feng Shuang, whose sense of smell is too keen, every breath is like a deadly olfactory battle. The smell of wind and sand, which was ten million times stronger than ordinary people's, poured into Fengshuang's nose, causing wisps of dizziness to flood into Fengshuang's nose.

Forcibly resisting the dizziness of fainting, Feng Shuang did not appear immediately after following the breath to find Shen Moli. He vaguely heard Shen Moli calling him, and this catastrophe made the corners of Feng Shuang's lips inadvertently hook up a smile.

Sacrificing the air cover, like a whirlwind, blowing away the surrounding sand and dust, Feng Shuang suddenly appeared when Shen Moli was looking for no results, and wanted to surprise Shen Moli.

Looking at Feng Shuang with a smile on the corner of his lips, Shen Moli lowered his eyes, and suddenly felt that he cared too much. With Feng Shuang's cultivation, how could he be affected by such sand and dust?

She turned around and roughly discerned the direction and said, "This sandstorm caused by the destruction of the Demon Pool is too amazing, I'd better get out of this place as soon as possible." ”

I don't know the coverage of this sandstorm, just the gap between the sand dome and the crack that has caused countless sand and gravel to fall, in this situation, Shen Moli can even guess that this sand area built under the real desert will not last long, and it will really be covered by yellow sand.

This vast sandy area, no matter how popular it was once by the demons, no matter how brilliant its accumulated history was, it couldn't withstand the gravel burying in the sky.

Like many glorious lands that have been famous all over the six seas, in this flying sand, this sand region is like the last days of the dragon, and it will finally close all its afterglow.

And in the countless sand and dust, Shen Moli was even more worried about those sand people who hid at the end of the sand domain. They surrendered to the Warcraft, but they were never protected by the Warcraft, but because of this surrender, they brought disaster to themselves.

Although the people of the Zhusha Clan were forced to surrender to the Warcraft, in the turmoil in the Sands, Shen Moli still wanted to do his best to take away all the people who surrendered to the Warcraft.

As a Warcraft contractmaker, after signing a contract with the Little Warcraft, Shen Moli's fate with the Warcraft will be connected forever.

Now that these Sand Clan people have surrendered to the Demon Beasts, whether they are sincere or not, Shen Moli feels even more responsible for taking them away when the catastrophe comes.

With the firmness in her heart, Shen Moli thought a little before leaving, and decided to sacrifice her dream to support a road to the entrance of the Sand Domain for her and the people of the Zhusha Clan.

Even though dreams are more precious in the eyes of the world, they are more precious than ordinary spirits, body, body, and heart. But Shen Moli's current soul is all from his master's three souls and six souls, except for his dreams.

At such a critical juncture, Shen Moli really couldn't bear to let those souls of other clans who helped him take that big risk.

The faint dreamlight converged into a pearl, separated from Shen Moli's dreamy position with a not bright light, and fell into the air hood, opening those clear eyes in a moment.

"Go ahead. Shen Moli said lightly.

The dream awakening time was not long, and it was not completely combined with Shen Moli's aura.

This time, although Shen Moli was worried that Mengluo would have an accident, but the Sand Clan had many lives, if he could save thousands of people by sacrificing his dreams, Shen Moli would still make the current decision without hesitation.

Looking at the small orb condensed by the dream, if he had the determination to die, he would quickly walk into the wind and sand when he got out of the air cover, Feng Shuang sacrificed another air cover, locked the dream orb inside, and sealed the air cover around the orb, and swept towards Shen Moli and said, "You want your dream to die?"

Hearing Feng Shuang's words, Shen Moli avoided answering: "My own dream, is it possible that I can't be the master?"