The hurricane roared violently, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky, obscuring the view. Night operations do not have the pain of hot baking, but they also exacerbate the danger.

After entering the desert, Zhuo Yifan no longer suppressed his meditation power, and shot his spiritual power in all directions of the desert, radiating back to his soul one by one. In the depths of the desert, if you don't have the mental power to help you orient yourself, you will soon get lost in it, and then languish until you die.

The group walked forward slowly, and Zhuo Yifan could citrus to the point that everyone's spirits were tense into a straight line. The weapon is clenched in his hand, and his spiritual power is in his fist, ready to strike at any time.

"Brother Zhuo, thanks to you. Without your protection, each of us would have been blown into a native by this yellow sand. But if this continues, the loss of mental power will be very large. Zhou Muqiu glanced at Zhuo Yifan enviously.

Around the five people, there is always a pair of invisible hands protecting them, which is naturally the "Shura Hand", which can isolate a qiē, block the yellow sand, and keep all five people in the team spotless.

After experiencing the experience of the forest, Lan Shuang'er unconsciously stepped from the acquired refining body to the innate spirit realm. In other words, the person with the lowest realm in the team is also an innate cultivator, and he can completely use his spiritual power to transform into a spiritual shield to protect himself. But doing so consumes a lot of physical energy, and Zhuo Yifan also took this into account, so he erected a protective layer to help everyone save their bodies.

How powerful is the hand of Shura? Everyone has seen it.

At the beginning, Zhuo Yifan relied on this trick to carry the "blizzard killing power" of Jindan's second-turn master windmill snow with the span of two realms. The power is incomparable. Fools know that to urge such a soul technique, it consumes a lot of spiritual power, but Zhuo Yifan continues to use it for the sake of wind and sand, which makes everyone worry.

When you go out, especially when you go out to perform tasks, the most taboo thing is to save your strength and preserve your body on the way. In the event of a powerful enemy, it would be a ridiculous thing to be killed because of the lack of physical support.

"Don't worry, it's okay......" Zhuo Yifan naturally saw everyone's concerns, he just smiled and didn't explain anything. He cultivates the soul of the demon god and has two major spirit brains, if you count the magic ring, then there are three spirit brains. The spiritual power is three times that of ordinary monks! This kind of power cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Along the way, he has always used the "Hand of Shura" to set up this invisible umbrella and silently protect everyone. The demeanor is comfortable, leisurely, as if out of the sky, fluttering like a fairy, and the spiritual power is vast like a big river, which is inexhaustible.

This surprised everyone. They always felt that Zhuo Yifan seemed to be a little different.

"Brother Zhuo. Lan Shuang'er sighed: "You seem to have changed a lot, you are very temperamental!

"Hehe, what did I look like before?" Zhuo Yifan thought it was funny.

"Originally, it was just handsome, but now it's even more handsome! And it's a master!" Lan Shuang'er laughed.

"This is all Lan Ye's guidance. The master leads the way and practices in the individual. With continuous tempering, my perception of the soul has become more thorough. This little mental power is nothing. Zhuo Yifan thought about it, and then thought of Lan Ye, the cute and angry old man, who opened up his soul cultivation world and let him see a different way of cultivating.

"Brother Zhuo, a few days ago in the Stone Palace, your Spirit Brain Realm should have reached the Soul Realm, right? Your strength has increased rapidly, and the Blood Building Competition in a month will definitely be able to shine. The gap between us and you is getting bigger and bigger. ”

Guanyu is a little deflated, living in a blood prison, if you don't have a certain strength, it's really a fatal thing. If you don't have strength, you will only be bullied, and if you don't have strength, you can only be trampled under your feet forever. Never be able to lift your head, and you can't find a way out. She desperately wants to gain strength, not only to become stronger, but also to slash the enemy with her own hands.

In fact, everyone on the team has their own pursuits and goals. In order to become stronger, and strive together. In order to get ahead, in order to leave their own fame on the mainland.

"Each of you will be strengthened in strength! I said that you will never come back empty-handed when you come to the desert this time! Now is not the time to worry about these things, cheer me up! I see a fight ahead, it seems that there is a situation! Come on!"

The spirit brain realm has reached the soul out, coupled with the 3.0 meditation power, the power of soul radiation is by no means comparable to anyone in the team, although no one else feels anything wrong, they still unconditionally choose to believe in Zhuo Yifan.

Ahh

In the distance, there was an incomparably terrible scream from the sand dunes, but it was extremely sharp and piercing, it was simply the howl of a wild beast!

"That's ......"

Hearing this heart-rending scream, everyone's hearts rose to their throats, and the five of them were a hundred meters away from the source of the sound, releasing their spiritual power to probe the situation ahead. Under the sand dunes that obscured people's eyes, there were all corpses dripping with blood!

More than a dozen corpses, all of them looking like ghosts, each with horror written on their faces, as if they had suffered great pain.

Dark red blood seeped out from the torn robes on the corpses like a spring, and behind these dozen or so robes were dignified and atmospheric ink dragon treading clouds, and under the dragon's claws there was a turquoise dragon ball, on which the word "Xuan" was printed.

"Xi Xuantong, it's actually a person from the Xuantong compound! Look at the aura of these people at least has the strength of the peak of the late stage of the Innate Spirit Realm, how can they die so miserably!" Le Shi looked at it with a slight chill all over his body, however, at this moment, the corpse under the sand dune was reborn as a heretic.

Goo-goo!

With a few strange noises, these corpses suddenly dried up, as if they had been instantly sucked dry by some kind of monster. Under this terrifying and unknown force, it gradually contracted, its body was rickety, its limbs were twisted into a ball, and its black hair became dry and pale. As the last layer of flesh was sucked, the glaring white bones were exposed, and there was no flesh and blood in these people's bodies.

Dark moon, bleak wind, white bones, fishy sand......

This scene is simply hell on earth!

Lan Shuang'er and Guanyu hurriedly withdrew their meditation power, not daring to look any further.

Zhuo Yifan gasped.

"What's going on!" everyone felt a chill, and their hearts were completely covered by fear. These people are dying so weirdly! It's like they've been gnawed away by something, but what are these things?

"It must be quicksand ants!" Zhou Muqiu had not yet turned on his meditation power, and his mental power was insufficient, but while listening, he also guessed the identity of this terrifying creature: "Quicksand ants are pervasive, and once surrounded, no one can escape." And the ability to reproduce is extremely strong, and it can build an ant nest with the help of flesh and blood, and reproduce offspring while absorbing blood essence. We had to ......."

Before Zhou Muqiu finished speaking, Zhuo Yifan's ears suddenly moved, and his eyes looked at the bloody sand dune, as if there was some slight movement coming from there.

He quietly turned his magic pupil, and the wind and sand around him slowed down instantly, and a soul inspection radiated out.

I saw that the sand dunes in the distance had already been covered by countless golden insects, mixed with the sand grains, if it weren't for Zhuo Yifan's use of the magic pupil to perceive the soul, it would be difficult to find it at all.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the formation coming from the mountains and seas, his eyes froze for a moment, and his complexion changed drastically: "Quickly retreat! The quicksand ants have noticed us!"

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