The Dao Wind was resisted by the air shield, turning into a more reckless air current, blowing from the periphery of the air shield towards the rear.

Fortunately, with the help of the formation, the Sand people who were hiding behind Shen Moli were unhindered.

The magic sand tree passed through the crowd and tried to stop Shen Moli many times, but every time he approached, before he touched Shen Moli in the slightest, he was shocked away by an extremely powerful air current.

Seeing the Demon Sand Tree trying to move forward several times, the people of the clan couldn't help but be suspicious.

Among them, one of the clansmen who had been more friendly with the Mosha Clan in the past few days asked, "Why did you stop her from resisting the cold wind?"

Seeing that the Demon Sand Tree gritted her teeth, she said word by word: "She resists the cold wind with her sacrificial consciousness, but the empire in her body is a more terrifying existence than this extremely cold wind!

Hearing the Demon Sand Tree's answer, the Sand Clan's originally Youzai face suddenly showed extreme panic.

They didn't know what the Emperor Soul was, but hearing the Demon Sand Tree say this, it must be an extremely terrifying thing.

For the horror of the unknown, everyone was anxious to help the Demon Sand Tree to stop Shen Moli from moving down.

With its back to the Sand Clan, the Demon Sand Tree seemed to have anticipated what the Sand Folk might do after listening to its words. It solemnly shouted, "Don't move! If you break up the formation, we will die." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone paused slightly, and they didn't dare to move down.

The cold wind that can freeze the thunder and lightning in place is extremely terrifying just by looking at it, although they can't touch the power of the cold wind through the formation, they also know in their hearts that with their own strength, they can't resist the cold wind at all.

Thinking like this, everyone can't help but be afraid in their hearts, and the horror of the unknown is even more revealed.

The howling cold wind slammed into the formation shield coldly, knocking out bursts of terrifying sounds, and just listening to it was like a life-seeking thing.

It's hard for the Sand people to imagine how long they can survive in the wind without the protection of the formation.

One or two of the Sand Tribesmen's warnings from the Demon Sand Tree also thought about another issue.

One of them asked anxiously at the Demon Sand Tree, "You said that the deed person sacrificed her consciousness in exchange for the strength to resist the cold wind, but if she wakes up, won't this strength disappear?"

When people are in danger, it is often easier to see the quality. The selfish are the first to think about themselves, and the reckless are the first to think about the present, but very few people can take into account the big picture.

In response to the Sand Clan's question, the Demon Sand Tree still approached again in the direction where Shen Moli was, and replied patiently: "I can't wake her up in a moment, and now the wind is weakening, and when I wake her up, the cold wind that has weakened to a meager level is enough to resist with the power of the formation." ”

The Magic Sand Tree is only optimistic and looks away from the Sand Clan. He didn't mention that with his own strength, he was afraid that it would be extremely difficult to get close to Shen Moli.

If the Emperor Soul completely encroached on Shen Moli's consciousness, I am afraid that everyone present would be the first to suffer and become the target of the Emperor Soul Slaughter.

In ancient times, although the Demon Sand Tree lived in the depths of the Sand Domain, he had never seen the Emperor Soul Master, and the Emperor Soul Master had never stepped into the Demon Land once.

However, that ferocious murderous aura was transmitted thousands of miles away, and countless lives had been wiped out.

The original Demon Sand Tree, if it weren't for the importance of the Demon Pool in the Sand Domain, and the protection and resistance of the Demon Clan's powerhouse, and the luck to avoid this difficulty, I am afraid that there is no such person as the Demon Sand Tree in the world now.

That earth-shattering aura was a nightmare that the Demon Sand Tree could never forget.

It no longer wanted such a nightmare to appear in heaven and earth, and it was full of resistance to everything under the aura of the emperor's soul.

However, since it has damaged its cultivation, its skills have long been much worse than before.

If this was placed in the usual situation, when the Demon Sand Tree had not been damaged in its cultivation, it might be able to touch Shen Moli. But right now, it is constantly changing its ways, but it can't touch Shen Moli at all.

The ghostly emperor's soul breath scraped against the magic sand tree, grinding away its layers of bark.

Although it is the same breath as the ancients, the fierceness displayed by the soul of the emperor is not as fierce as that of the ancients. But this weak aura is also shocking, and I feel that there are tens of millions of blades scraping the three souls and six spirits.

At first, Shen Moli's consciousness was still clear, and he was able to suppress the power of the emperor's soul without leaking out.

But under the battle between Zhihai and the emperor's soul, wisps of ferocious aura still leaked out, torturing everyone present.

Most of the people of the Sand tribe who are some distance from Shen Mo Li Shang have tinnitus, and if a giant bell strikes the bottom of their ears, it will make people's scalps numb. If it is slightly serious, the eyes are bloody and tearful, and in an instant, they have lost blood and died severely.

Several elders with higher cultivation, under this reckless aura, although the pain of the ear reprimand was slightly relieved compared to the rest of the people, but their limbs were weak at this time, like things waiting to be slaughtered on the board, although they wanted to protect the safety of the clansmen, they had already taken care of themselves with their internal strength.

This is the power of the Emperor's Soul, the higher the cultivation, the faster the speed of the weakening of the qi.

In ancient times, there were almost no strong people who could resist the breath of the emperor's soul. Under the infection of the powerful aura, the stronger the cultivation, the more powerless it becomes in front of the emperor's soul.

If it weren't for the fact that someone was under the strong suppression of the Emperor Soul Lord, and accidentally thought of a set of magic methods that did not need to be cultivated to fight a strong enemy, the current world would have been the world of the Emperor Soul Lord.

It is only a ship of history, moving forward in the sea of time, and it is impossible to remember the past. Even in the great tribulation of that time, it was the blood and tears of countless people who gathered together that we were able to achieve today's stability. However, with the changes of the world, there are very few people in the world who still remember the original events.

Nowadays, the five clans are fighting, although they seem to restrain each other on the surface, there is an undercurrent surging behind the scenes, and each clan has the ambition to dominate the world.

In this fierce battle, it gave the remnants of the ancient wicked people a breath of breath.

The emperor's soul was when everyone in the world forgot his existence, and he was able to parasitize Shen Moli by chance.

woke up after a long sleep, and gradually became ambitious in the awakening, wanting to take Shen Moli for his own use.

The emperor soul who had made up his mind was even more fearless in front of Shen Moli, who was inferior to himself, and everyone around him.

The Emperor Soul knew that it was still in the world, and it could not be known to the world for the time being, but it was convinced that the people around it would not be able to survive under its clutches, and it magnified its ambitions in this self-confidence.

The pain, the heart-rending pain torments all people, making it difficult for people to extricate themselves from the pain.

"Close your hearing, close your hearing!" shouted to the Sand Folk behind him as his breath whipped up his bark.

The tree is not ruthless, it has always been cold, and even expelled those who approach, but in this moment of crisis, it wants to protect itself, but for the people of the Sand Tribe, who are facing continuous suffering, it does not hesitate to try to prevent the continuous leakage of the emperor's soul breath.