The birth of the Sand Clan Luo Shen Jian quickly overshadowed the news of the attack on the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and became the focus of the cultivators of all factions in the land of Shenzhou.

Luoshenjian is extremely close to Kunlun, and it is also a place where many cultivators will carefully set foot in, after all, Kunlun's divine power has always been there.

Luoshen Stream, is a mountain stream, there is a clear spring from Kunlun downstream, into the mountain into a stream, many monsters inhabit here,

And back then, there were rumors that there were gods from outside the heavens who wanted to occupy Kunlun, but they were beheaded by Kunlun immortals, and finally buried their bones here, but this was also regarded as a joke by most Shenzhou cultivators.

In the land of Shenzhou, there is only the way of immortals, and there is no way of gods, and people outside the territory, although there are some differences from the system of exercises they cultivate, are still the way to become immortals.

This place was also explored, but in the end nothing was found, and later, because of the prestige of Kunlun, the cultivators would take the initiative to avoid this place.

And now outside the Luoshen Stream, there is a lot of activity, white clouds are falling, and the cultivators of the fairy wind bones have gathered here.

Occasionally, when I meet an acquaintance, I will nod my head from afar, and I will not come forward to say hello.

Luo Shenjian was in front of them, but no one went up, because they were all waiting, waiting for the moment when the Sand Clan was born.

Countless people's divine consciousness fell here, and the demon beasts in Luoshen Stream couldn't bear such a terrifying pressure, and they scattered and fled.

"Isn't there any news from Baixiao Pavilion over there, there's obviously nothing here!" said a big man carrying a big knife impatiently.

"Baixiao Pavilion's credibility is still there, but the time has not yet come. A man who looked like a scholar muttered.

"Damn, how long will I have to wait?" the big man had a hot temper.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, the big man's voice stopped abruptly, and he fell straight to the ground, and then looked, the breath was gone, and a blood spot appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"Noise. "A man in silver, with a flat face, as if he had done something insignificant.

As soon as the Han died, the rest of the people were silent, because they knew the prestige of the person who shot it.

"That's Tang Xiong of the Tang Sect in the Northern Region of Shenzhou, he is a master who kills people without blinking, and he must not be provoked. The crowd whispered.

The corpse of the big man fell straight to the spot like that, and no one dared to collect the body for him.

And several cranes flew in the distance, one of which fell into Tang Xiong's hand, and Tang Xiong reached out and took a jade slip from the crane.

"The sand is afraid of the water, and it is faint. ”

Tang Xiong groaned slightly, and with a hard grip, the jade slip was destroyed.

After looking up, he left the place with the rest of the people.

"What happened?" someone wondered.

"It should be Baixiao Pavilion who has sent the news, wait a while, and the news will be clear. ”

"It's coming, it's coming, the sand is afraid of the water, and it's dusk, this is the message from Baixiao Pavilion. "Someone flew fast.

Everyone was shocked and groaned.

"Only eight words?"

"It's just eight words. ”

"Brother Lin, can you decipher it?"

The man who looked like a scholar before thought seriously,

"Baixiao Pavilion has always been straightforward, but in fact, every piece of news they have is full of deep meaning, if only by virtue of the superficial meaning of these eight words,

The Sand Tribes were born, and their weakness was water, and the time of birth was most likely dusk.

But I always felt that there was something strange about it. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Although we have never seen the Sand Clan, it is incomprehensible that such a race so beloved by the Emperor of Heaven is afraid of water, and this is not the most strange part,"

"Brother Lin, please speak. ”

"At dusk, the yang energy is gradually weakening, and the sand is facing the sun, and I don't like the cold, how can I choose to be born at this moment!"

"What Brother Lin said makes sense," the scholar's explanation made everyone fall into deep thought.

But Bai Xiaoge's reputation has always been smashed by themselves like this?

Or did the message come up in the process of being delivered?

Later, someone went to confirm that the jade slip from Baixiao Pavilion was indeed these eight words,

Although the people were puzzled, they could not think of the reason, they only waited,

At this moment, it is only an hour before dusk, and we will see you after a thing is completed!

In the void, the blue-robed man, his face as cold as ice,

"This Baixiao Pavilion is really terrifying, no wonder the old guy before never let me provoke them, just eight characters, it is a metaphor for the secret. However, since you are here, how can it be interesting if I don't have fun with you. ”

The man's figure vanished, and the void fell silent.

The sun sets, the old trees are faint,

Everyone in Luoshenjian cheered up 120,000 points!

The extremely rare sand tribe in the world is about to be born!

Time passed bit by bit with the heartbeat of everyone, but until the sun completely sank under the earth, Luo Shen Jian was still the same,

Everyone looked at each other, but they had no idea for a while,

"Could it be that Bai Xiaoge deceived us?" someone whispered.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the sky, and everyone was refreshed, and they found that the surrounding space began to fill with a trace of gray breath at some point.

As if it had life, the gray silk quietly melted into the body of the cultivator, and quickly took the life of its host!

The scene fell into a panic for a while, and many people were in a hurry, but there was no harm to the gray silk, but the scene was even more chaotic!

Some people want to escape from here, but they find that they only fly a few meters away, and when the space in front of them turns, they are back in place!

There were nearly a thousand of them present, and they were quietly confined in a space!

A flash of lightning flashed in the scholar's mind, and he suddenly understood a little, why Tang Xiong chose to leave immediately when he saw the jade slip, could it be that he had already foreseen the scene at this moment?

And those eight words,

What does that mean exactly?

The scholar was very anxious in his heart, and suddenly, a wisp of gray silk rushed towards the scholar, and before the scholar could wait, the mana surged, and the gray silk had already devoured his life!

The rest of the survivors also gave up the idea of escaping, and gathered together to find a way to deal with the gray silk.

But the speed at which Grey Silk plundered lives was too fast!

In less than half a burnt incense, there are less than 20 people left in the nearly 1,000 people!

The corpses lying on the ground cold, telling this strange tragedy!

Finally someone broke down!, roaring, rushing towards the gray silk,

Not surprisingly, only three steps are taken, and they will always be accompanied by the loess,

And at this moment, in this gray area, less than five miles away, on the top of a mountain, there are three forces standing here indifferently, looking at the tragedy below,

One of them is the Tang Gate who left before!

"Lord Tang, aren't we going to save them?"

"A bunch of greedy fools. Tang Xiong's voice was indifferent.

"Hey, Tang Xiong, I didn't expect you to see what Bai Xiaoge wanted to express at a glance, thank you this time. "A petite woman with vertical pupils.

"Huashang, you don't need to thank me, even without me, you can escape from there. Tang Xiong didn't seem to appreciate it.

Huashang was not angry,

"Anyway, I, the Heavenly Demon Sect, owe you a favor from the Tang Sect, by the way, when was the Sand Clan born? ”

And so on. Tang Xiong's voice was flat.

(End of chapter)