The scorching sun in the sandbar realm of the Lingyun Divine Palace was in the sky, and the endless yellow sand covering the entire sandbar realm was very hot under the sunlight. The heat from between the grains of sand distorts the air on the surface of the desert, giving the impression of being in an oven.

Although a breeze blows in the sky every once in a while, this does not counteract the scorching heat of the scorching sun. The layers of yellow sand rolled up when the breeze blows are more like the dancing scarves of the desert god of death, little by little, the vitality of all living beings is swept away with the wind.

At the moment when the yellow sand danced lightly, on a desert in the sandbar realm, a space that had been slightly distorted by the heat wave suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and began to fluctuate violently like water waves. In just a moment, the ripples that rippled from the space distorted the surrounding scenery and completely changed its shape.

When the space was distorted to the extreme, a purple light suddenly flashed from the center of the space. Then, an eight-foot-tall cultivator with a white scarf suddenly appeared in the sea of yellow sand. With the appearance of this cultivator, the distorted space also returned to calm.

Another wave of heat blew through, rolling up the monk's robe. Then, a little bit of golden light reflected in the space around his waist. Between the flashes of golden light, a looming golden phonetic word shot out in all directions with the golden light.

And this glittering purple gold celestial waist tablet engraved with phonetic characters also shows the true identity of this cultivator:

He is the leader of the first team among the two people in Cangyin Building this time, Yang Zhentian, an elder who has cultivated in the Jindan period!!

As the last cultivator in the Cangyin Tower to enter the Lingyun Divine Palace, Yang Zhentian already knew that what he had been introduced to this time was one of the most dangerous realms in the Eight Desolations: the Sandbank Realm!

After frowning slightly, he still took out a special open flame flare specially made by the skilled craftsmen of the outer sect entrusted by Cangyin Building from his arms.

Under the pull of the fuse, a crimson sky-piercing monkey soared into the sky from Yang Zhentian's hand and rushed straight into the sky!

After just a few breaths, a deafening loud sound quickly transmitted to the surroundings. At the same time, a huge red firework also burst into the blue mid-air of the sandbank realm with this loud sound.

Looking at the huge red flowers blooming in the sky, Yang Zhentian slowly took out a strangely shaped Gu Xun from his arms, and began to introduce strands of True Yuan in his body into Gu Xun.

Under the continuous influx of true qi, the surface of the ancient xun began to flash with bursts of ghostly light. Seeing this burst of ghostly light, Yang Zhentian took Gu Xun to his mouth and began to play it slowly. In an instant, an extremely strange tone began to transmit towards the surroundings of the sandbar realm with Yang Zhentian as the center.

On the desert ten miles away from Yang Zhentian, a cultivator dressed in a white robe with blank eyes was standing motionless on the yellow sand. In the breeze, the three "twenty-fours" of unknown meaning embroidered in red thread on the monk's robe were dancing with the wind.

Although the yellow sand at this time had buried half of the foot of the twenty-fourth white-clothed cultivator in the sand under the accumulation, he didn't look like he felt anything at all. If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest with his breath, it would have made one think that the white-clothed monk was a statue standing in the middle of the desert.

And when Yang Zhentian came here with the sound of Zhen Yuan's Xun, the statue-like twenty-four white-clothed cultivator suddenly trembled, and then he stiffly twisted his neck to look in the direction where the Xun sound came from.

Under the constant inducement of the Xun sound, the white-clothed cultivator began to raise his stiff feet and walk step by step in the direction of the sound of the Xun sound, just like those children in fairy tales who were seduced by the sound of the magic flute.

About an hour later, six white-clothed cultivators had gathered around Elder Yang Zhentian. Except for an inner disciple who was dressed in gold and wore a cloud crown on his head, the others were all dull cultivators with expressionless faces and various numbers embroidered on their white clothes.

And the cultivator who was embroidered with gold stripes was looking around boredly at this time, and when he saw these white-clothed cultivators with blank eyes around him, he couldn't help muttering:

"Master, this time the landlord has made a lot of money, not to mention that he crossed the Hopeless Forest Sea before and spent an astronomical amount of various materials bought from the Corpse Refining Sect. The ten Lingyun Orders that were consumed on these puppets this time alone would have scared people to death if they were spoken.

I didn't dare to ask in the sect before, but now we finally entered this Lingyun Divine Palace. Can you tell your disciple that these ten puppets that the landlord has spent so much money refining can really complete the task entrusted to us by the landlord without being affected by the young master's dream of no return?"

Hearing the inquiry of his own personal disciple, Yang Zhentian couldn't help frowning, and he pondered for a while before speaking

"In the first battle of the Snow Country, the young master swept the entire territory of the Snow Country with the power of one person, not only trapped the two Yuan Infant Protector Mages in a dream of no return, but also killed one of them in the dream, becoming the first cultivator to successfully kill the Yuan Infant Master in these hundreds of years.

In this battle alone, you can know the power of this dream of no return. I think that on this Lingyun Star, the only cultivator who can be completely unaffected by the realm of no return to the dream may be the enlightened monk who has cultivated the realm of human law and the two emptiness in the Miaofa Temple.

These puppets have been specially refined by the landlord to devour the memory of the divine consciousness, and have become walking corpses who only obey orders. Essentially, these puppets don't have a mind or memory of their own. Therefore, there should be some chance that these puppets will not be affected by the dream. But what the final result will be, only God knows. ”

Hearing Yang Zhentian's somewhat uncertain answer, his disciple couldn't help but look at the white-clothed puppets around him, and suddenly said in a sour tone

"Master, you said that the landlord and his old man have spent a whole ten years, and it is really a waste to choose so many living puppets after consuming so many heavenly and earthly treasures. Why don't you just buy some high-level zombies from the Corpse Refining Sect, wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?

If so many genius earth treasures can be used on disciples, disciples may have broken through the limitations of the foundation building period, and the golden pill will be completed. ”

When Yang Zhentian heard this, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he said

"Look at you, here you are again. Jie'er, you are a closed disciple of the teacher, and you are also the most talented of the many disciples of the teacher, but your biggest problem is that your mind is too small and your jealousy is too strong.

After the young master practiced the dream realm of no return, he once said that our cultivators in Cangyin Building are based on illusion, and the spiritual realm has a decisive impact on the cultivation of illusion. If you don't have the energy in your heart and can't hold a heaven and earth, then how can you conjure up a heaven and earth?"

The closed disciple who was called Jie'er by Yang Zhentian was surnamed Jiao Mingjie, but after hearing Yang Zhentian's words, he didn't agree at all, but pouted. He even secretly said in his heart: It sounds good, young master, he has successfully conjured up a dream world, but his heart that can accommodate heaven and earth still can't accommodate a Mo Jianjun.

And Yang Zhentian looked at Jiao Jie's pouting appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly in his heart, and at the same time said on his lips

"Disciple, you always see the natural treasures consumed by these puppets, but if you are asked to be these puppets, would you be willing?

Don't you know that even the zombies of the Corpse Refining Sect will have some residual consciousness. After being manipulated by people for a long time, zombies will gradually accumulate consciousness, and some zombies will even produce new spiritual consciousness because of the accumulated consciousness.

You must know that any little bit of consciousness and memory will be distorted and used by it after entering the dream of no return. In order to overcome this dream realm divine technique, how many methods did the landlord use to successfully condense this god-devouring Gu with special effects.

And in order to achieve an ingenious symbiotic state between the God Devouring Gu and the host, so that the host's nascent divine consciousness amount happens to become the daily food of the God Devouring Gu, how many people did the landlord sacrifice?

Have you forgotten that the ten white-clad puppets who joined us this time spent a full decade selecting survivors from a thousand children.

If you really envy these puppets so much, you can first ask yourself if you are willing to be planted in the head by the landlord with a God Devouring Gu that devours your divine consciousness all the time. You can also think about what kind of death the 990 disciples who were eliminated miserably. ”

Hearing Yang Zhentian's words, Jiao Jie's face immediately turned white, as an inner disciple of Cangyin Building, he knew very well what it was like to have a divine consciousness once it was injured. Thinking of the tragic death of the more than 900 failed test subjects, Jiao Jie couldn't help but turn pale and said with a dry smile

"Master, don't be angry, the disciple just thinks that the young master has been in the Lingyun Divine Palace for ten years after all, and no one knows what his situation is now. The disciple is afraid that once the young master has a chance during this period, the landlord's hard work over the years will not be in vain. The disciple is worried that the landlord's hope will be greater, and the disappointment will be greater. ”

Hearing this, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but be stunned, and after a long while, he couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Disciple, what you said is not something we can control. You and I are deeply favored by the landlord, even if you die, you can't repay it.

This time, we are entrusted by the landlord, and when we enter this Lingyun Divine Palace, you can let go of the rest of your thoughts and concentrate on how to better complete the tasks assigned to us by the landlord. As for the final result, we can only do our best to obey the destiny of heaven. ”

Just as Yang Zhentian sighed and was about to continue to say something, Jiao Jie, who had been talking to him, suddenly changed his expression drastically, and an extremely surprised expression appeared on his face.

Before Yang Zhentian could react to what was going on, Jiao Jie, who was opposite him, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky behind Yang Zhentian, and said at the same time

"Master. Is there a Qingyin lotus in the sky?!!!

Qingyin Lotus Bullet ?!!!

Hearing Jiao Jie's voice, Yang Zhentian's heart immediately trembled, because this Qingyin Lotus Bullet was a special signal flare set off when Cangyin Lou was in danger and called for help.

And now, in addition to his own pair of centaurs, the only one who can set off this Qingyin Lotus Bullet in this sandbar is another team of white-clothed puppets who only joined the battle half a day ago!!