In this land of thousands of miles of yellow sand, the two armies in the war fought desperately together, and the blood sprinkled dyed the yellow sand red, making the yellow sand stick into a ball.

"Kill ......!"

The sound of killing came and went, and they collided with each other, and the sound of clanging chaos and the sound of a knife slashing into flesh continued for several hours.

In this battle, both armies suffered heavy losses, and the corpses of the Terran army were piled up layer after layer, and the corpses of the Aliens were also quite numerous.

The remnants of the army on both sides retreated with their flags, and after a while, scavenging vultures hovered above the sky, carefully approaching the corpses on the ground, and with red eyes, they began to enjoy the corpse feast greedily.

It was getting dark, and the battlefield was full of resentment, and some alien creatures hidden in the darkness came here.

"Lots of food!"

From under the sand, crawled out a group of creatures that looked like spiders, but had the same upper body as a humanoid, they were sandmen, living in the depths of the yellow sand, smelling the smell of blood, and crawling out from under the ground.

The Sandmen are the name given to them by the Terrans, because they have some Terran characteristics, but in fact, they have no blood connection to the Terrans, they appear, dragging corpses into the mud and sand.

"There's a living one!"

A sandman was pleasantly surprised, its sharp, thick claws ripping open the two corpses, snatching a skinny teenager from underneath.

This skinny boy looked to be only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and there were no obvious wounds on his body, but his body was still alive because his soul had been shattered by the power of the spell.

"Hee-hee, fresh!"

The sandman stretched out his blue tongue and licked the corners of his lips, a smile on his face.

Its people gathered around, attracted by the fresh food, which was more delicious than the corpses that had been dead for a long time.

The human race has the blood of gods in its body, and even if it is not awakened, it also contains a purer essence than other living beings, which is a great supplement for some alien races.

And the essence in the flesh and blood of the dead human race is lost in large quantities, and it does not have much effect except to fill the stomach.

"I want his right arm. ”

"The right leg is left to me. ”

"The head is mine. ”

“......”

They choose what they eat.

At this time, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, and his majestic eyes frightened the sandman in front of him, and the sandman subconsciously let go of his claws.

The young man floated in mid-air, moved his hands and feet, and touched all parts of his body, "Man!"

Shui Xin was a little speechless, the battle here at that time triggered the whirlpool of the Netherworld, absorbing countless dead souls here, and in the process, a temporary passage was also formed, which was small and could not accommodate powerful creatures to pass through, but if it was passed through with a wisp of split souls, it could be done.

For this day, Shui Xin waited for 10,000 years, had been practicing in the Netherworld for 10,000 years, and finally waited for this opportunity to join forces with Shi Yun and other existences to send out a wisp of his own soul.

In that process, there was a big accident, and I couldn't control it, and I had to find a suitable body as soon as possible, and the situation was chaotic at that time, as long as it was a living body, it was feasible, even if it was a foreign body, I had no choice.

Shui Xin is a god who has been cultivating for 10,000 years, and his state of mind is already different, even if he occupies a male body now, he is only slightly helpless, at least better than the body of an old grandfather, or the body of a demon.

The sandmen around them surrounded the water center.

"I just got a body, and I can't let you eat it, so die. ”

Shui Xin swooped, grabbed a bloodstained spear from the ground, and attacked the nearest sandman on the opposite side, this body is a cultivator with cultivation, and the body has spiritual power, and it uses the spiritual power in this body.

Those who can fight against the alien army must be the cultivators of the human race, not the fragile ordinary people.

"Just accept the cultivation of the Qi Realm, and look for death. ”

The cultivation of the sandman in front of him is the Peiyuan realm, which belongs to the public level, but it is also much stronger than the cultivation of the physical body of Shui Xin, yes, it didn't care about the water core that rushed up, but showed a cruel smile, and an earthy halo appeared on its claws, and one claw was attacking.

The next moment, the sandman froze, its claws piercing through Shuixin's body, but it found that the claws seemed to pierce the air, and then saw the figure in front of it turn into a breeze and dissipate.

"It's the Wind Phantom Body!"

The thought had just crossed the sandman's mind, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

I saw a spear inserted from the back of the sandman's head, piercing through its mouth, and it was the heart of the water that attacked, confused by the illusion, but the body was hidden in the invisible wind, and the powerful spell skills were revealed.

"Brother!"

A sandman next to him panicked.

Shui Xin immediately turned around and disappeared again.

Those sand men used their spiritual power one after another, using spiritual martial arts secret techniques to protect their whole bodies, and a layer of yellow brilliance appeared on their body surfaces, only to see that their skin became as shiny as oil.

Lingwu is a combat skill used by all foreign races, which is similar to the divine martial arts of the Protoss and the immortal martial arts of the human race, and is different from spells, these combat skills do not need to be as troublesome as spells.

Some spells require the use of certain materials, or the reciting of lengthy spells to be cast, those who use instantaneous spells are multi-purpose, and silently recite the spell in their hearts, which seems to be instantaneous, but in fact there is time to prepare.

When these sandmen saw that their fellow clan was killed in an instant, they did not dare to use the spell that had been prepared for a long time, and used the skill of spiritual martial arts to resist, and after the defense was completed, they burst out in bursts of attacks, attacking in all directions.

They didn't see the water heart, which made them even more panicked, knowing that the other party had a profound spell, which was not comparable to ordinary human races.

The power of the high and deep spells is very different from the power of the low and shallow spells, and these sand people are only the lowest existence in the sand people, and those powerful sand people disdain to pick up the dead to eat.

Their inability to spot the water center in stealth is fatal.

"Ah~!"

Successive screams rang out one after another.

Several sandmen fell to the ground, unable to stand up again, their spirits drifting towards the Netherworld.

Shui Xin showed his figure, lifted the spear in his hand, and walked in one direction, without flying, it would consume too much spiritual power, the cultivation of this physical body was low, and it couldn't last long, so it was better to walk longer.