Ye Xuan finally stood still, but the sand and dust yellow dragon behind him was still clearly visible, showing his amazing foot strength and terrifying strength, but the attacking sand thieves could rely on the number of people, and they didn't take Ye Xuan's lone person seriously at all, the leader of the sand thieves was a well-known immortal back then, not only knew the Tao, but also practiced a good martial arts, so he could dominate this death desert and command hundreds of sand thieves.

"Boy, so swaggering, you have also seen it, our sand thieves are strong and strong, and there are many people, you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, maybe my Wang Dayong will let you live, otherwise, you will wait to be divided by our knives, and then be gnawed by the sand beasts to the bones!" The sand thief leader turned his nostrils to the sky, and he didn't even look at Ye Xuan, and snorted contemptuously.

"Sand thieves, after all, are just ants, you were eliminated by the old sect back then, and you didn't even enter the famous fairy land, as for the blessing fairy, I was even more disdainful of you, so I was dissatisfied, probably thinking that what I couldn't get, others couldn't get it, so I became a sand thief, doing such kidnapping and killing in this desert, and today I am collecting accounts for those dead resentful spirits. ”

Ye Xuan sneered, then stretched out his little finger and hooked his little finger at the leader of the sand thieves, with a look of disdain.

Where could Wang Dayong stand this kind of insult, with an angry roar, he jumped into the air from his war horse, waved the ghost head machete in his hand, and slashed towards Ye Xuan in the air, his momentum was like wind and lightning, and it was really powerful.

It's a pity that in Ye Xuan's eyes, this kind of power is just like a child's play, just a joke.

So Ye Xuan resolutely didn't move, and let the ghost-headed machete slash at him, hitting his left shoulder.

Everyone thought that Ye Xuan would be split in two by this powerful knife, and the blood stained the yellow sand, but unexpectedly, the ghost-headed machete was directly shocked by Ye Xuan's King Kong body into pieces of broken iron flying in the sky, and Wang Dayong, the poor sand thief leader, was directly shocked by the force of the shock and flew into the air again, and then fell heavily on the sand dozens of meters away, spurting blood, and finally tilted his head, and he lost his breath instantly.

Where have the rest of the sand thieves seen such a powerful character, invulnerable, and can still shock the leader Wang Dayong to death, they don't dare to act rashly for a while, obviously waiting for the fierce sand beasts on both sides to make a move.

The sand beasts were still dormant, because at that moment, they smelled a terrifying aura emanating from this young man's body, it was the cold aura of a fierce beast that was enough to make them completely dead, and naturally they did not dare to take risks.

It seems that Ye Xuan is in a stalemate with the sand thieves and sand beasts in this death desert, but the truth is that Ye Xuan is hesitating, whether to wipe out the sand thieves and sand beasts and kill a piece of armor without leaving a single piece of armor?

After thinking for a long time, Ye Xuan felt that this Death Desert was after all a realm without Dao Law created by a great supernatural person, and he was killing in the opponent's domain, affecting the balance of it, and he would inevitably be hostile to the other party, so that it would add a lot of difficulties to expelling the curse of the stars in his body, so why bother himself?

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan decided that he would just scare away this group of sand thieves and sand beasts.

A roar like thunder burst out of Ye Xuan's throat, Ye Xuan's body changed, and he had already turned into the appearance of King Kong, the leader of the desolate giant beasts, his thick and matchless body was as burly as a mountain, and the fierce and violent aura was overwhelming, directly setting off a sandstorm.

Where have the sand thieves and the sand beasts seen such a terrifying giant beast, they immediately scattered, the sand thieves galloped away on horseback, and the sand beasts escaped into the bottom of the sand and left quietly.

In the snap of his fingers, there was silence around Ye Xuan, quietly, but a black light and dust smoke suddenly rose in the distance, and it was a real sandstorm in the Death Desert.

Ye Xuan had already turned into the body of King Kong, towering like a mountain, facing the yellow sand storm rolled up by the tornado, he was resolutely not afraid, striding like a meteor, and walked directly towards the center of the storm.

The disciple of the Immortal Sect who was in charge of the reception was called Tong Wei, who looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, like those boys who scattered wealth in front of the gate of Daoguan Mountain, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance, but Ye Xuan saw that this boy had deep eyebrows, without the slightest smile, and walked like a walking corpse, lifeless.

"Tong Wei, why are you so lifeless, are you not doing well?" Ye Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"How can I be unsatisfactory, every day I drink the immortal wine brewed by the Fountain of Youth, how can mortals drink a sip, and what I eat is the calf meat of the sika deer, which is tender and smooth, and I salivate at a glance, plus I have lived for more than two hundred years, and I am still the same as when I first came to the Immortal Gate, with a childlike appearance, and others are envious and jealous, but ......" Speaking of this, Tong Wei stopped talking.

"But what, let's listen to it, don't worry, I don't have any acquaintances in your old family, so I won't talk nonsense. Ye Xuan's face was awe-inspiring and righteous, and he swore a promise.

"The main thing is that life is too long, every day is in general, there is no pursuit, no passion, and nowhere to vent, this sweet and delicious fountain of immortality feels bitter in the mouth, it seems that we are ageless boys, are already terminally ill, and there is no cure. Tong Wei looked sad, shook his head and sighed.

"Is this the case with you disciples?" Ye Xuan asked again.

Tong Wei nodded and said: "Of course, everyone repeats the same thing every day, repeating it for hundreds of years, without any new ideas, but it is better to die than to live, and we don't want to die, go to the death desert and mix in."

So I had to do it like this, but I always felt that I couldn't support it for long, maybe in a few days I would leave the school, become a sand thief, try to ride the strongest horse, drink the strongest wine, play with the strongest woman, feel the meaning of life, let myself know that I am still alive, and there is something that can touch my heart. ”

"The strongest horse, the strongest wine, the strongest woman! Ye Xuan couldn't help but look fascinated.

"I now feel that the days of this fairyland are not much different from those of ascetics, perhaps more miserable and bitter. Tong Wei sighed deeply again, as if he wanted to shush out all the depressed complaints.

Ye Xuan didn't intend to comfort this hospitable disciple of the Immortal Sect, and followed him to a quiet room, where there was a futon without any furnishings, and on the white wall opposite, there were two big characters with thick ink and color: Immortal.

"Lord Yemen, please rest here for a day, carefully spend the day, get rid of the vulgarity and anger of your body and mind, tomorrow Tong Wei will take you to the fighting field again, and learn the fighting method with the elders in the sect to determine whether you are eligible to enjoy the immortal spring. Dropping these words, Tong Wei turned around and left, closing the door.

Ye Xuan wondered a little in his heart, how could this immortal gate feel the same as that temple, there was this meditation ascetic room, room futon, if the word immortal on the wall was replaced with a Zen word, I was afraid that the artistic conception would be more far-reaching.

Ye Xuan didn't think much about it, once he came, he was safe, and now he sat on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and he sat facing the white wall, but the word immortal on the wall seemed to have an indescribable magical power, which could be directly embedded in his mind, turning into a flying dragon and a phoenix, lingering.

Even though it was lingering and dancing in his mind, it didn't stop for a moment, which made Ye Xuan a little surprised, this kind of forcible entry into his divine consciousness is not simple, could it be that there are great supernatural powers in this immortal sect who use the word immortal of this wall mountain to peek into his inner world?