At the same time that Yang Zhentian retreated sharply towards the center of the eye of the wind, the huge wall of sand that swept his arms into the sky seemed to suddenly lose support, and with a bang, a huge amount of yellow sand fell to the ground from mid-air.

The sudden collapse of the sand wall made Yang Zhentian, who had just suffered a heavy blow, stunned, and he couldn't figure out the situation for a while, while controlling the bloodshot and stabilizing the wounds on his arms, he was engrossed in staring at the changes in the surrounding environment, hoping to find some clues from it.

As countless yellow sand fell, a large amount of floating dust once again filled the space around Yang Zhentian.

Seeing that his body was about to be covered by the yellow sand again, the demonized Yang Zhentian instinctively let out a roar of rage.

At the same time, a powerful Demon Yuan energy poured out from his inner body, once again sweeping away the yellow sand and dust around him!

When these yellow sand blew on a sand dune about 100 meters away from Yang Zhentian, the emaciated figure of the 12th night of Kongming was once again revealed from the yellow sand.

Seeing the Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn standing on the sand dunes, Yang Zhentian's eyes couldn't help but leak a bloodthirsty light, but under this red light, there was already a faint trace of fear.

Because his bloodshot arms were broken by the desert storm, for a while, Yang Zhentian did not rush towards the empty and bright night. But the sound of grinding his teeth that bit up and down and squeaked fully revealed the hatred in his heart for the Twelve Nights of Kongming.

And standing on the sand dunes, the twelfth night of Kongming, seeing that the demonized Yang Zhentian did not rush towards him at the first time, but kept running the demon yuan, trying to repair the injuries of his arms. He didn't hurry to take out a pill from his bosom and put it in his mouth, and at the same time luck said:

"People say that this sandbar realm is the most dangerous realm among the eight desolate realms of the Lingyun Divine Palace.

Because in this sandbar realm, even if he is a cultivator of the Jindan realm, as long as he is accidentally caught in this desert storm, the final outcome is only to be cut into a cloud of flesh and blood dust by the countless yellow sand particles in the sandstorm.

I was skeptical about it before, but now it seems that there really isn't any exaggeration in these rumors.

After all, even you, who have an almost indestructible body, have lost your arms in an instant under this desert storm, and even the demon blood that was swept up in the storm cannot be recovered. The power of this desert storm is truly staggering.

From this point of view, even if the physical fitness of Le Wuhui, who has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, is strong, as long as he is caught in this sandstorm in an unconscious state, his fate will not be much better than yours. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming suddenly sighed in the twelfth night and said:

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If I had used my dream powers in this sandbar, I would have only needed to launch a desert storm to defeat Nale Wuhui, and even bring the Ink Sword Monarch together. Why do you need to spend so much thought and be so cautious?

It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Hearing the extremely arrogant words of the Twelfth Night of Kongming in his ears, Yang Zhentian, who was trying his best to recover from his injuries, was shocked in his heart while being angry, but he didn't have much thinking ability because he was dominated by animal nature. After a breath, he yelled at the Twelve Nights of Kongming.

Hearing Yang Zhentian's roar, the Twelve Nights of Kongming, who was standing on the sand dunes in the distance, seemed to understand the meaning contained in it, and said without hurry:

"There's anger in your roar, there's a hint of doubt in it.

You're questioning how a foundational human like me could unleash this legendary desert storm, right?"

Hearing the words of Kong Ming Twelve Nights, the demonized Yang Zhentian kept baring his teeth, and his mouth let out bursts of whining beast roars, and at the same time, his blood-red eyes were firmly fixed on Kong Ming Twelve Nights, as if waiting for his answer.

Looking at the appearance of demonizing Yang Zhentian, a smile appeared on the face of Kong Ming Twelve Nights, and he said slowly:

"Actually, I prefer to be with you bloodthirsty monsters than with humans.

Perhaps, in a way, I may be more similar to you than humans. At least in our lives, blood has an irreplaceable place. ”

Speaking of this, after a slight pause in the twelfth night of Kong Ming, he continued:

"It's just that in terms of the perception of the five senses, you and I are completely two extremes.

All living beings have thoughts and desires because of the presence of the senses.

After the bloodshot is strengthened, your facial senses have become extremely sensitive, which also makes the bloodthirsty desire of you demonized things stronger and more difficult to control;

Now that I think about it, although I have lost most of the senses of the five senses, I have also reduced my thirst for blood to a certain extent, so that I will not become a pure blood slave like you.

If you look at it this way, maybe I was struck by the thunder, and it was the people who passed through the clouds on purpose. . .

However, if the price of overcoming the bloodthirsty nature is the loss of the five senses, this price is inevitably too great. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelve's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long while, he continued:

"During the time I didn't see blood, my five senses were in a closed, vague illusion. The price of the lack of five senses has made my whole life boring.

However, what I didn't expect was that the lack of my five senses gave me the opportunity to see a different kind of sandbar realm.

Or rather, another aspect of the sandbank is what it really looks like!!"

When Kong Ming Twelfth Night said this, he suddenly raised his right hand holding the sword slowly upward.

At the same time as Kong Ming raised his hand on the twelfth night, a piece of yellow sand not far in front of him immediately surged again as if it had been pulled by an invisible force!

After just one breath, a small desert storm with a diameter of only about half a meter appeared in front of the Twelve Nights of Kongming!!

PS: Thank you for the cold and cold red envelopes, which are really boring