Falling into quicksand is not like falling off a cliff, and it will not fall freely, because there is floating sand under the body, which is slower than the speed of sinking into the lake.

Seeing that the Zhenyuan rope was sinking inch by inch, and it had already been submerged in a short time, but it didn't seem to be finished, and I didn't know what was going on below, everyone's mood couldn't help but get nervous.

The quicksand will only trap people, and there is no way to borrow strength, and they will fall deeper and deeper, unless it is a Rongyuan real person who can step into the void without borrowing external force, so that they can easily get out of trouble.

And when a martial artist cultivates to the innate realm, he can use the body surface points instead of mouth and nose to breathe, and if he is choked or goes deep into the water, he will not suffocate to death, let alone a god refining monk?

Therefore, there is no need to worry that this short period of time will suffocate people to death, unless it is a very long time, and the free spiritual energy under the sand is sucked out and exhausted, and there is no replenishment, there may be a danger of death.

Seeing that hundreds of breaths had passed, and the length of the True Yuan rope was at least more than three zhang, and there was still no change, Liu Jingyu was a little anxious, and shook his hand, and the rope condensed by his true qi was quickly lifted up and withdrawn in an instant, but a surprising situation also appeared.

I saw that the end of the rope was empty, there was no human figure at all, and the divine sword guard who had fallen into the quicksand disappeared inexplicably.

"This ......" Liu Jingyu was speechless, he clearly didn't notice anything unusual, but a big living person disappeared out of thin air like this, it was simply weird and bizarre.

"Let me come!" Bai Zhiyong, the leader of the Collapsed Mountain, took a step forward, raised his hand, and a True Yuan giant claw appeared out of thin air, and then probed into the quicksand, as if searching inside, stirring countless sand particles like a swirling vortex.

But soon, Bai Zhiyong shook his head and said that he didn't find anything, there was no foreign body under the quicksand, except for sand, it was still sand.

Liu Jingyu looked at Song Bieli and wanted to ask what this Sword Ancestor master disciple thought, but when he saw that the other party's face was calm, his lips were closed, and he seemed to be in deep thought, he didn't bother.

An outer gate elder standing beside Song Bieli suddenly spoke up and said, "Let's let the old man give it a try!"

With a sword groan, the long sword on its back suddenly came out of its sheath, soared into the sky, and then turned into a rainbow light and fell straight down, piercing into the center of the quicksand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The elder of the outer gate pinched the sword trick in his hand, and with the qi sword, the long sword fell straight down, wanting to explore the depth of the quicksand.

But in an instant, the face of the elder of the outer gate became extremely red, red as cinnabar, and then it was more as if he had been hit hard, and he stumbled under his feet, opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, staining the placket of his chest red.

"Elder Wang, what's going on?" asked the True Disciple Xiang Yuan as he grabbed the Outer Gate Elder and asked eagerly.

"My sword ......" Elder Wang's face was filled with disbelief, and after a few breaths, he continued, "My natal flying sword, suddenly lost contact!"

"What?" Xiang Yuan, Hong Xi, and several other elders exclaimed at the same time, just like Elder Wang, they all felt incredible.

The so-called natal flying sword is a natal magic weapon, which is fed with its own essence and blood for a long time, constantly tempered with the true element in the body, and nourished from time to time with the power of the primordial spirit. Over time, one's own spirit and spirit will be integrated with this treasure, closely related, closely connected, this treasure is like a part of one's own limbs, such as the arm and fingers, do whatever you want, can burst out far beyond its own power.

This method of sacrifice takes a long time, and it needs to be single-minded, and it takes at least three years, five years, or even decades of hard work to achieve perfection, which is not easy.

But once it succeeds, the power of the magic weapon will increase greatly, far better than before, and it can also strengthen the level with the improvement of one's own cultivation, which can be described as bittersweet.

Therefore, the method of refining the treasure of the natal life is widely spread in the cultivation world, and there are many adopters.

In a sense, the natal magic weapon has become a part of the cultivator's body, it will only be destroyed, it will not be lost, even if it is far away, there will be an unspeakable mental induction in the underworld, and it is very difficult to completely isolate this induction, at least it is difficult for a cultivator to do it.

Unexpectedly, Elder Wang's natal flying sword would disappear, or even lose contact, which proves that under the quicksand, it is not simple, and there are great oddities.

Of course, Elder Wang, who had lost his natal flying sword, had suffered heavy losses, and his combat power must have been greatly reduced, far worse than before.

Elder Wang's face was as gray as he sighed a few times, and then he said gloomily: "That's it! This secret realm is full of dangers and is very strange, and Wang is anxious and reckless, which led to the loss of the natal flying sword, no wonder who can only blame myself!"

Many of the powerhouses of the Qinghu Sword Sect didn't know how to persuade them, and they were all silent, feeling sorry in their hearts.

It's just that in this way, it also proves that there is definitely a mystery hidden under this quicksand, not like a naturally formed quicksand pit, it is likely to be just like what Qi An said, but it is the retreat from this yellow sand array.

"Brother Song, what do you think? Do you want to gamble or find another countermeasure?" Liu Jingyu asked, he was a little undecided.

Song Bieli's face returned to pale, but he showed a rare smile, which turned out to be a wry smile: "In this situation, even if you and I don't want to gamble, we have to bet on this!"

Liu Jingyu was stunned and asked, "Why do you say this?"

Song Bieli slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "The sense of crisis has appeared again, if you want to come to those ghosts, it's time to show up!"

Everyone was puzzled by these words, only a few quick-minded people heard the meaning of Song Bie's words, and their faces changed greatly, and one of them asked in shock: "Could it be those yellow sand puppets?"

Song Beili didn't answer, as if he didn't bother to answer, and as if the answer had been revealed, there was no need to answer again.

As if in response to the man's question, the surrounding sea of sand suddenly changed, and began to tremble violently, and the sand particles tumbled and surged like a stream of water, constantly gathering and accumulating, revealing one after another humanoid figures, dense, endless, covering all directions, and there was no edge in sight.

The army of sand came again, and without warning, suddenly appeared, once again surrounding the monks.

This is a strange power naturally generated by the formation, as long as someone is in the formation, they can't escape, they can't avoid it, they can only face the siege of the Yellow Sand army.

Liu Jingyu is also a hero, he made a decision immediately, never hesitated, and immediately ordered loudly: "Everyone, enter the quicksand!"

This is also the way in the middle of the road, and the dead horse must also be treated as a live horse!

This yellow sand array is too weird, and the sand puppets are endless, even if they can escape again, it is impossible to be safe and sound every time.

Moreover, this will also fall into an inextricable circle of death, which cannot be broken, it is better to believe in Qi An once, gamble, maybe under this quicksand, there is really a safe way to leave the battle.

Liu Jingyu is worthy of being the son of the King of Swords, with extraordinary courage, since he has decided, he will not be his mother-in-law, he will take the lead in a vertical position, and immediately jump into the quicksand, like a scale falling into the water, sinking rapidly, and there is no trace in a blink of an eye.

When the monks of the Sword King's Mansion saw this scene, they did not hesitate, and jumped into the quicksand trap one after another, and one after another the figures sank into it and disappeared.

Before entering the quicksand, some people quickly used the sound jade tube to convey the message that "the quicksand is the way to live", so that the other monks who had scattered would know about it, so that those friendly troops who did not know where they would be trapped in the death camp and could not find a way out.

The Qinghu Sword Gate also issued an order to enter the quicksand, and the three true disciples of Song Bieli, Xiang Yuan, and Hong Xi took the lead in entering the sand, and several elders and the rest of the disciples followed closely behind, just like dumplings, jumping into the sand pit one after another.

In just a few breaths, more than 100 people from the two teams all fell into the quicksand, and no trace was found.

The many sand golems that had condensed and formed had lost their targets before they could attack, and after standing blankly for a moment, their large and small bodies exploded at the same time, turning into countless fine grains of sand, merging into the vast sea of sand.

The vast desert that stretches as far as the eye can see, has returned to its original state, and no one seems to have ever appeared.

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In the quicksand, the six senses are isolated, a darkness, and the body is uncontrolled, like falling into a bottomless abyss.

Qi An only felt that his consciousness was drowsy, as if he had fallen into a half-asleep hazy state, his mind was full of messy paste, and his thoughts were broken into pieces, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't put them together.

I don't know how long it took, as if waking up from a nightmare, Qi An suddenly regained consciousness and suddenly opened his eyes.

He was lying on his back on all fours, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the low, thick clouds in the sky.

The cloud was a dark cloud, black and gray, dark and lightless, and seemed to be only a few feet above the ground, and it weighed heavily on the top of the head, as if it would collapse and fall on the body at any moment.

Qi An slowly stood up and moved his body, but there was nothing unusual, no injury or pain, everything was as usual.

He turned his head to look around, and was surprised to find that around him, there was a hellish scene, full of dry bones and corpses, as well as all kinds of extremely broken armor weapons, like an ancient battlefield that had existed for an unknown number of years.

The surrounding light was gloomy and dim, like the evening of a rainstorm, and the air was filled with layers of fog like smoke and dust, making it impossible to see far away.

Qi An was accustomed to the endless scenery in the yellow sand desert, and he felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

When the divine consciousness was dispersed, it was subjected to an invisible oppression, which could only envelop the body for a few feet, and the detection distance was greatly weakened.

Qi An looked at it and concluded that it was the smoke-like mist that was at work, which could block the penetration of the power of the primordial gods, causing the scope of action of the divine consciousness to decay sharply.

Compared to seeing with the eye, the detection distance of the divine consciousness is shorter, about half of the former, but the advantage is that it can encompass the surroundings at the same time, not just the front.