Xiang'an didn't know how many hours he had been asleep, but he vaguely remembered that when he knelt down to worship Xiangli, his consciousness seemed to be controlled by some force, and it became more and more blurry.

At first, he didn't associate his gradually blurred consciousness with external influences, but only felt that he had not rested well recently, and his body was too tired to produce a dazzling fainting state.

While kneeling down and worshiping Xiangli, in order to reduce his dizziness, Xiang'an secretly operated the demonic qi in his body several times to turn the three souls and six spirits to achieve the effect of refreshing his mind.

In the past, the Sand Clan had to deal with a lot of internal affairs that Xiang'an had to deal with, and Xiang'an often used this method to speed up the circulation of demonic qi to achieve the effect of refreshing.

This move is extremely effective in Su Ri, which makes Xiang'an unhappy to use it repeatedly. But now, he is always trying to struggle on the edge of waking and sleeping, trying to pull his consciousness to sobriety, but the trend of things is always unsatisfactory, making his consciousness even more blurred in the flow of demonic energy.

It wasn't until he was on the verge of fainting that he realized that he was afraid of being robbed of his consciousness.

But in hindsight, Xiang An wanted to resist, but he lost the last good chance to resist outsiders, and he had no chance to keep himself sober again.

Only now, waking up from the syncope, Xiang'an only felt that he had been asleep for thousands of years, and his brain was in chaos and it was difficult to wake up. But I can vaguely remember some of the strange actions I did under the control of the villains.

Seeing Xiang'an, who was full of anger when he slashed Shen Moli earlier, the expressions of the people of the Sha tribe couldn't help but flash a strange look.

As Xiang'an, who treated them well in the past, they only felt that Xiang'an in front of them was extremely unfamiliar. They knew that Xiang An had focused on demonic cultivation since he was a child, and his martial arts were beyond the reach of many elders. But the ruthlessness that Xiang An showed when he stabbed Shen Moli with his sword earlier was not the appearance they had shown when they saw Xiang An facing the enemy.

In Su Ri, they naturally hope that their elders have earth-shattering strength and can shield them from all calamities. But the ruthless moves that Xiang'an showed earlier, but even the people of the Sand Clan, whose Demon Dao cultivation was extremely mediocre, could see that those moves were definitely not owned by the Sand Clan.

Many moves are intricate and insidious, so that these Sand Clansmen who are just standing on the sidelines watching the battle between Xiang'an and Shen Moli will have a trace of panic in their hearts for no reason. They could see that those who performed those moves must have a sinister heart that they could not fathom.

They couldn't discern the intentions of the owner of that heart at all, just looking at Xiang An, they would think of the picture of him using despicable means when he was hostile to Shen Moli, and they would unconsciously have infinite fear of this elder they once loved so much.

The trembling feeling that was revealed on the surface, wandering among the sand tribes, fell into Xiang'an's eyes at all. Because of that vague memory, Xiang'an vaguely knew why the people of the Sand tribe were so afraid of him.

However, only now he could not find anything to prove that he was not the real person at that time.

Although there are occasional seizures in the world, almost none of the people who have been taken away can regain their consciousness. Moreover, the unknown thing that burrowed into his body and robbed him of consciousness did not seem to be here to take him away, but more like borrowing his body to accomplish something.

As for the thing that had now turned into the light of Shen Moli's eyebrows, what was going to be achieved by suppressing his consciousness, he couldn't know.

The feeling of swaying in the sea made Xiang An hold his head unbearably and shook slightly, in this vague memory, Xiang An was anxious to sort out some things to reduce the anxiety of the Sand people. But his mind and eyes were shaking so much that no matter how much he held on, it was difficult for him to figure out how to deal with things.

In desperation, Xiang An shook his still groggy body, and barely took a breath before he said very weakly: "The person who is going to kill the deed is not me......"

"It's not you, the sword in your hand is the best proof!......" I heard the shouting of a child in the clan inciting disputes, and it was just quiet in an instant.

The pale explanation is more like a cover-up for the Sand people in front of them, who have not been tortured by too many tribulations. They live between countless lies and truths, and all day long it becomes difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

After seeing Xiangli abandon the clan, Xiang returned to the rebel clan in an instant, and Xiangzhang was trapped and disappeared, there were some cracks in the unattainable image of the patriarch and the elder in their hearts. Now, they don't know that these Sand rulers they once relied on are still trustworthy.

Before the child's words were finished, he was deliberately covered with a mouth and "woo-" a few times, and there was no follow-up.

Children's words are unscrupulous, but in front of the elders with uncertain temperaments, this unscrupulous words are likely to kill a child. Although there is a lot of suspicion in the minds of these people in power, no one wants their children to come forward and ask questions, which will lead to death.

"I know how I explain it now, and it's hard for you to believe me. It's just that Patriarch Li was controlled by the demon general earlier, and because I was close to the patriarch, I was also controlled by the demon general, so I had those bad behaviors earlier. Xiang An sighed and explained in a gossamer voice.

As an elder of the Sand Clan, he could have overpowered all the Sand Clansmen with his own prestige, without having to explain more to the people who were inferior to him.

But seeing that the eyes of all the clansmen looking at him were like seeing ghosts, there were countless horrors flashing in their eyes, and Xiang was in pain when he saw it. As an elder, when he took on this great responsibility, he was determined to cultivate himself and practice qi to protect the well-being of his clan.

This protection of the clansmen did not achieve much, but the Sand people regarded him as an enemy who could kill them at any time, how could this not make Xiang Anzhong feel uncomfortable.

In order to reduce the fear of the Sand people when they saw him, Xiang'an took the trouble to try to explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly in order to resolve the contradictions between himself and the clan.

Just after all his cultivation was taken away by Gu Feng's divine soul, he was still extremely weak, making him feel extremely difficult to even breathe after he couldn't say a word or two, as if there were thousands of words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down, which made people feel painful.

Gu Feng's divine soul covered his body, although he didn't let his body turn into a void of black qi like the other black-robed people. However, Gu Feng's divine soul directly plundered, but it took away all his strength.

Today, it is close to a miracle that he is still alive. But he was alive, but he couldn't do anything for his people, and he also provoked the fear of the clansmen, so that Xiangzhang's eyes inadvertently flashed a very deep melancholy.

"Elder An, what is going on?" Xiang Dun noticed Xiang An's strange appearance, and a wisp of demonic qi from his left hand suddenly poured into Xiang An's body, and then asked hurriedly.