Except for Qi Weiji, no one else knew the formation, and the matter reached an impasse.

Although Qi An has studied the [Array Explanation Sutra] for a long time, it can be said that it is a little successful, but he can't see through this array.

What's more, no one knew that a small divine sword guard would understand the formation, so naturally no one would ask him.

Everyone fell silent, they had realized that they were trapped in this desert, and if they couldn't think of a way, they would have to wait until the entire secret realm was almost destroyed before they could collapse the formation and get out. And before that, I could only be trapped here all the time, unable to get out, let alone looking for opportunities and exploring the relics.

"Your number is wrong!" a voice suddenly broke the silence, coming from Lu Shouxin, the leader of the Broken City, "There were one hundred and twenty-three people before, why are there only eighty-nine now, there are as many as thirty-four less!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately noticed that the number of monks of the Five Holy Sects was indeed a little less, less than a hundred, and the original number of their team was not much different from that of the Sword King Mansion.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the three true disciples and the nine outer sect elders who entered the secret realm together have a total of twelve god refining peaks, and now there are only eight left, which is a full third.

There was only one Bai Shiyuan left by Qi Junyi's side, but Mu Wan'er, the female disciple of the True Inheritance, was gone, and the Nine Great Elders were as many as three.

Hearing Lu Shouxin's question, Qi Jun sighed, and replied with a somewhat ugly face: "We once encountered a sudden sandstorm that lasted for half an hour, and when the wind and sand subsided, many people disappeared, and I don't know what happened!"

"What? And the sandstorm?" Liu Jingyu was shocked when he heard this, but they didn't even feel the breeze all the way.

"Yes, the wind and sand are very strong, obscuring the sky and the sun, the eyes, ears, and divine consciousness have all lost their effect, only the touch is still there!" Qi Jun said slowly, his heart palpitating, "I wanted to order to get together, but when I opened my mouth, it was filled with sand, and the sound of shouting was also muffled by the manic wind, so it was difficult to get out!"

"But there's one thing that's very strange!" Bai Shiyuan then added, "Although the sandstorm looks terrifying, it shouldn't be able to shake the cultivators of the God Refining Realm, there is no possibility of being swept away by the wind and sand, at most it is only temporarily buried by the sand, but after the wind and sand subside, some of them disappeared and disappeared very strangely!"

Liu Jingyu and the Divine Sword Commanders were collectively silent, this secret realm was full of strangeness, although they successfully entered, they didn't get any benefit, but were trapped in this damn desert, without a clue at all.

However, their Sword King Mansion was luckier than the Five Holy Sects, the team of the Five Holy Sects encountered a sandstorm, and some people disappeared inexplicably, while the team of the Sword King Mansion was not damaged at all, and they just ran in vain for most of the day.

Liu Jingyu first gave an order to let the divine sword guards rest in place for the time being, and then the peak masters of the two sides gathered together to discuss and see if they could come up with an effective countermeasure.

But after discussing for a long time, it seems that nothing can come out, and everyone is helpless in the face of this puzzling dilemma.

Before you know it, time passes, and suddenly, the wind blows.

The sword guards had been running for hours without feeling the movement of the air, and they were a little surprised when suddenly a strong wind blew.

The faces of those people in the Five Holy Sects changed, and some even lost their voices in shock, shouting, "Oh no! The sandstorm is coming again!"

Sure enough, this sandstorm really came as it was said, only in a few breaths, the wind speed increased rapidly, and the whirring wind turned into a violent hurricane, rolling up countless sand and gravel on the ground, flying straight up, covering the sky and the sun, the sky and the earth were dim, and the five fingers could not be seen, and the sand and gravel were flying in front of him, but everywhere he looked, it was all black and yellow.

The whining roar filled his ears, mixed with panicked shouts, and Qi An faintly heard a certain commander shouting hoarsely: "Fall down on the spot, don't move!"

I don't know how many Divine Sword Guards heard it, but they are not fools, even if they don't receive orders, they know how to protect themselves in this situation, the first is to raise the helmet mask to block the dust, and the second is to lower their bodies, and the center of gravity is shifted down to prevent the wind area from being too large and swept away by the strong wind.

This sandstorm like the wrath of heaven was indeed ferocious, and those weaker monks had some difficulty even stabilizing their bodies, and they were driven by the force of the violent wind and sand to stumble and roll, and they didn't know how many unlucky eggs would be swept away.

Qi An could not see anything except the winds and sand that swirled and flew like a raging wave, he could not hear anything except the deafening rumble of thousands of galloping horses, and he could not even spread out the formless and qualitative divine consciousness, and was oppressed so tightly that Qi An seemed to have become deaf and blind, and had lost his sense of the outside world.

He simply threw himself forward, gathered his strength and sank, weighing thousands of catties, firmly embedded in the sand like a needle of the sea god, let the wind blow, buried by its yellow sand, he was only motionless, like a thousand-year-old turtle sinking to the bottom of the water, quietly waiting for the end of the sandstorm.

Nature's might, terrifying!

These two hundred or so Great Cultivators of the God Refining Realm are like duckweed in the huge waves, but in the blink of an eye, they are all ruthlessly swallowed by the wind and sand, and they don't know what the outcome will be.

I don't know how long it took, the heavens and the earth gradually returned to clarity, the wind and sand calmed down, and there was peace.

The sandstorm has passed, and the desert seems to have returned to its original appearance, the only difference is that the little ants that look like black spots have all disappeared and are buried under the yellow sand.

But these little black dots are not real little ants after all, but powerful cultivators, naturally it is impossible to be buried alive by the yellow sand to death, and when the wind and sand subside, they will drill out from under the sand one by one, pat off the fine sand on their bodies, and turn their heads to look around.

After the sandstorm ended, Qi An's divine consciousness regained its effect, and even if it was buried by the sand, he could sense that the disaster had passed.

When he shook off the thick grains of sand on his body and crawled out from under the sand, many people were already standing up straight and looking around.

The two teams were blown to pieces, completely absent from one place, scattered within a radius of several miles.

Fortunately, although the wind and sand are fierce, the lethality is not large, as long as you protect your body with true yuan, you will not be harmed.

A tall and mighty young man stood up, stepped on the yellow sand, shook a wave of qi, and then shouted loudly: "The Sword King's Mansion belongs, come here quickly!"

This person is Liu Jingyu, who is not only the son of the Sword King, but also the commander-in-chief of this team.

The surroundings were empty, unobstructed, and the sound could be transmitted far away, and the Divine Sword Guards who heard the order gathered towards the place where Liu Jingyu was standing, and Qi An naturally ran over, quietly walking not far from Liu Jingyu's side, and mixed in the team of the Divine Sword Guards without being conspicuous.

Qi Junyi, who was dressed in white and had a slender body, was also summoning the doormen: "The five holy sects, all come here!"

Most of the God Refining Cultivators of the Five Holy Sects were wearing white robes, and they also followed the instructions and quickly moved closer to Qi Junyi. He is the chief true disciple, more noble than the status of the elder of the outer sect, and this operation is led by him, and he dare not disobey.

In less than a moment, the scattered figures all converged into two groups, one side was silver armor shining, shining, and the other side was white-clothed Shengxue, spotless, all of which looked very imposing.

However, in terms of numbers, they are much less than before, the number of silver armor divine sword guards has decreased by about one-third, and half of the eight commanders wearing gold armor are missing, and the remaining four are Zhuang Hong, Han Cheng, Bai Zhiyong, and Yi Xing, but the Liu clan people wearing gold silk soft armor are all there, and there are a lot.

On the side of the Five Holy Sects who were also afflicted, a small number of people were also lost, including an outer sect elder at the peak of God Refining, which made Qi Junyi's heart heavy, and he glanced at Bai Shiyuan beside him, both sad and helpless.

They had encountered a sandstorm once, so they were mentally prepared, anticipating that after the sandstorm, there would be losses, but they did not show great excitement.

However, Liu Jingyu, who rarely suffers losses, was very irritable, and when he saw that the size of the team had plummeted by one-third, he immediately shot out angrily and slammed his palm into the air, causing a large area of yellow sand to scatter and splash around, and at the same time there was an explosion-like muffled thunder.

No more figures appeared, and those who disappeared were as if they had vanished, and they had disappeared for no apparent reason, and they were definitely not within this radius.

Zhuang Hong found that his son was gone, and the ram Qiyu couldn't see his father, so the two took out the sound jade cylinder to contact, but fortunately they both responded.

As a result, they were each with another group of people, but because the scenery around them was exactly the same, except for the vast sea of sand, there was nothing to see, and there was no way to refer to it, so they didn't know where they were.

The only thing that is certain is that the missing people should all be safe and sound, only to be blown away by the sandstorm.

Liu Jingyu's face was gloomy as if he was about to kill someone, he finally understood why there were fewer people on the side of the Five Holy Sects, this strange sandstorm was really strange, and he didn't know where to send those missing people.

The high-level leaders of the two sides got together again, and Elder Qi Weiji, who knew more about the formation, expressed his opinion: "This is not only a maze, but also the effect of spatial transfer, the missing people have been moved to other places, there is no trace at all, and there is no way to find out where they are! It is even possible that even we have been moved away, and we are not in the previous position!"

Qi An also saw that this was a ghost in the formation, but with his ability, it was not enough to break the formation, so he naturally kept silent, so as not to attract Liu Jingyu's attention.

But at this time, Liu Jingyu was anxious, full of unhappiness, and there were countless questions to consider in his heart, how could he notice a small divine sword guard under his hand?