The midday sun scorched the sand dunes as if to set the entire desert on fire.

In the depths of the desert, far away from the 200,000 cultivators, three figures appeared on a sand dune, and they were Cheng Yan, Luo Yan, and Ximen Unlucky!

Chengyan squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand under his feet, the sand slowly slipped down his fingertips, and his face was very grim: "Divert the tiger from the mountain, the problem is serious!"

"We have to go to Mu Yu quickly!" Luo Yan said in a deep voice.

Ximen unfortunately restrained his cynical smile for the first time, and followed Chengyan and Luo Yan towards the Gobi of Death without saying a word.

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Near the Gobi of Death.

This desert is vast and endless, except for the most central place, which is an oasis, Clearwater City.

At this moment, there were countless cultivators gathered in twenty places in the entire desert, and these cultivators relied on the mirage formation arranged by Lu Xianshi and Situ Yangtian to watch the scene of the Death Gobi from a distance.

The 200,000 cultivators, without exception, all saw how Sikong Qiwen's cultivation suddenly skyrocketed, and how he defeated Tianjian Cheng in the merger period with one blow.

Then the terrifying laughter clearly reverberated in everyone's ears, making people shudder!

Desert funeral, what does it mean?

Many cultivators stared at each other in bewilderment, they didn't understand what Sikong Qiwen was talking about, but a strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in their hearts. The sense of crisis came so quickly that they didn't even understand why.

A sandstorm had already blown in the desert, and the yellow sand began to fly all over the sky and scatter in all directions.

Sandstorms are not a terrible thing for cultivators, but anyone who has a little cultivation knows how to deal with sandstorms, and it is impossible for them to be affected by sandstorms.

Spiritual power surged out of everyone's body, resisting the swept wind and sand outside, preventing the wind and sand from getting close.

However, they soon discovered that something was wrong!

The sandstorms in the desert began to sputter, dancing with the wind and swirling incessantly, forming a saloon of sand.

The Salon Scroll erupted with a powerful tearing force, and began to invade the dense cultivators, and there were no less than hundreds of them, and the power of each one was getting stronger and stronger!

"Where did this tornado come from?"

Everyone felt that something was wrong, it was the first time that such an imposing salon roll had been seen in the desert, and the number was so large that everyone could not have imagined.

Most of these 200,000 cultivators were outsiders, not the original inhabitants of Qingshui City, so they didn't know how to deal with them when they saw so many salon scrolls.

"Let's break up these salon rolls together! Someone suggested.

Everyone was thinking the same thing, and soon everyone began to sacrifice their magic weapons and blasted towards the salon. The salon scroll was just an anomaly of the weather, and it didn't seem to them worth mentioning. Besides, there are a total of twenty places in the desert, and there are 10,000 cultivators in each place, and if these 10,000 cultivators make a move, their terrifying power can be imagined!

However, when the spiritual power of the cultivators hit the Salon Scroll, the entire Dragon Scroll was not scattered by thousands of cultivators as expected, on the contrary, all the Salon Scrolls suddenly swallowed up all the spiritual power of the cultivators, and their own volume suddenly increased by no less than ten times!

"What's going on?"

Many people do not believe in evil and continue to bombard the magic weapon in their hands, but the salon scroll is getting bigger and closer, and there is no sign of collapse. Finally, a trace of fear began to appear on everyone's faces, and the 200,000 cultivators began to be restless!

"The salon roll is weird, everyone hurry back!"

Some people have already sensed that something is wrong and want to leave, but there is a desert all around, and they have long been surrounded by the terrifying salon scroll, and a few cultivators on the periphery have not had time to escape and have been swallowed up by the salon scroll!

The saloon roll grew bigger and bigger, and the sand roared incessantly, and pounced on the cultivator with a fierce wrench. All the cultivators in the desert began to scatter in panic, and those with high cultivation fled quickly, but those with low cultivation could not break free from the strong suction of the saloon scroll at all, and were directly swept into the tornado, screaming in anger inside, and soon disappeared!

"Come and watch my competition, I'll have to charge a little bit of a ticket, and each of you will become my artwork under my salon roll!"

Sikong Qiwen's icy laughter spread throughout the desert and exploded in everyone's ears! Everyone was afraid to avoid those salon scrolls, but the salon scrolls were always following them, devouring batch after batch of cultivators!

No one thought that the salon scroll in the desert was actually caused by Sikong Qiwen!

"How could Sikong Qiwen control so much sand? This is completely impossible, could it be that he is the Tuyoumeng Demon Clan?"

A terrible thought spread in everyone's hearts, and I don't know who shouted, and endless fear suddenly enveloped everyone's hearts.

If the "Tuyumon Demon Clan" appears in the desert, then the desert is simply an excellent battlefield for them!

But how could Sikong Qiwen be a Tuyoumeng Demon Clan? Even if he was a Tuyoumeng Demon Clan, how could he control so many Salon Scrolls with the power of a single Yumeng Demon Clan?

"After the funeral in the desert, you will all be reborn as the people of the Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing, you should feel honored. Sikong Qiwen couldn't stop laughing, his eyes turned brown, like a grain of sand, weird.

Sand Eagle Demon King Hai Dongqing!

Everyone's faces changed drastically!Could Sikong Qiwen be a member of the demon clan?

The salon couldn't stop devouring every cultivator, and all kinds of cultivators were swept up in the salon scroll, and their frightened voices dissipated in the salon scroll in a blink of an eye, and there was not even a single bone left!

"If we rush out together, there must be a glimmer of hope for escape!"

In less than a moment, one-tenth of the cultivators had already been devoured by the salon scroll, and the remaining cultivators had completely become trapped beasts!

The saloon scrolls that came from all directions surrounded everyone's cultivators, and the powerful tearing force raged, and once someone got too close, they would disappear into the huge tornado in the blink of an eye!

"Rush out, I've tried my best to create such a huge battle of extreme immortals, just to lure you cultivators here, where do you want to escape?"

Sikong Qiwen laughed wildly, and his voice resounded through the sky like thunder, making everyone shocked!

This battle of extreme immortals is just a gimmick deliberately created by Sikong Qiwen?

But what is Sikong Qiwen's purpose? Is it to help the Sand Eagle Demon King break free from the seal?

Mu Yu struggled to his feet, and Xiao Shuai and Long Teng both jumped on his shoulders. Mu Yu gasped, he felt that his body was very weak, and after using the formation technique, the life force that was extracted was too much, and he couldn't stick to it.

"Life force, I need life force, wood spirit. ”

Mu Yu grabbed the Wood Spirit Sword and wanted to extract life force from it, because it was the most vibrant thing in the world. However, the Wood Spirit Sword only trembled slightly, and did not move. After it was infected by the dead qi of the Stygian Grass, the vitality on its body was no longer pure, and it could not provide Mu Yu with true vitality at all!

The vast surroundings have been surrounded by tens of thousands of salon rolls, there is not a single plant, no plant means that it is impossible for Mu Yu to take life force from plants, his situation at the moment is not optimistic!

"Huh!"

The sand under Mu Yu's feet suddenly turned violently, instantly forming a sand curtain to wrap Mu Yu inside, the sand rotated, flying around Mu Yu, and the huge aura instantly pressed down on Mu Yu!

Xiao Shuai patted his head, snatched the Shadow Splitting Sword in Mu Yu's hand, and muttered: "Mu Yu, the vitality you need is in the Split Shadow Sword, and the vitality did not pass when you used the formation technique just now, but was firmly imprisoned in the sword by the Split Shadow Sword!"

Its small claws slashed rapidly across the Shadow Splitting Sword, and the Shadow Splitting Sword seemed to be responding to Xiao Shuai, and it actually lit up with a green light, and then Xiao Shuai returned the Shadow Splitting Sword to Mu Yu.

Mu Yu held the Shadow Splitting Sword, and he clearly felt that the vitality on the Split Shadow Sword was slowly wandering and rhythmic at this moment, and then turned back to Mu Yu as it was!

What does Xiao Shuai have to do with the Shadow Sword, Mu Yu didn't bother to ask. He felt that something that had passed in his body had gradually recovered, that feeling of weakness had left him, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

But the sand curtain around him had already covered Mu Yu's body! At this moment, Mu Yu didn't have time to dodge, and the spiritual power shield he held up around him was actually swallowed up by the sand, and he couldn't even escape the formation pattern!

This sand is really weird!

"You two hold on to me!"

Mu Yu let out a loud shout, and his whole body had been integrated into the Wood Spirit Sword. Then the sand curtain covered the wood spirit sword tightly in the blink of an eye, enclosing it into a sand sculpture!

Not only him, but in the blink of an eye, the 200,000 cultivators were completely eroded by the saloon scrolls in the sky, and even the cultivators in the merger stage were able to escape, and there was only one living person left in the entire desert!

The saloon scrolls gradually dispersed, and a figure stood in the middle of the desert.

These were the 200,000 cultivators who came to watch the battle, and they were still active real people a quarter of an hour ago, but at this time, each cultivator's whole body was tightly wrapped in sand, and they became a sand sculpture, still maintaining the last movement of struggling to escape!

Sikong Qiwen slowly walked past each sand sculpture, his eyes filled with a scorching brown light. Then he suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound was extremely long, like some kind of calling whistle, and then the restored Gobi of Death suddenly trembled violently.

The quicksand around the Death Gobi was rushing faster and faster, and then the Death Gobi began to crack and move, moving to a mysterious position, leaving a whirlpool of quicksand in the center.

In the middle of the vortex began to gradually reveal a spire, followed by the first layer, then the second layer...... It was only after the seventh floor appeared that it slowly stopped. According to a rough estimate, each tower is ten meters high, and these seven floors are seventy meters!

The appearance of this seven-story tower is red, and the tower body is carved with strange reliefs, which looks like a battle scene between various human races and Youmeng demons and demons, which is very spectacular!

Sikong Qiwen looked at the seven-story strange tower, and the fanatical look in his eyes became more and more obvious.

The token of the Sand Eagle Demon King!