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Chapter 682: Murderous Aura

Ye Xiaochuan said to everyone: "You can't hide in this corner at all, I think it's the wind of Middle-earth, the storm in the desert must be full of yellow sand, it is estimated that after this storm passes, this stone house will be completely buried by the wind and sand, this stone house has no roof, even if you cover your mouth with a cloth, you can probably eat a stomach of sand." ”

Ouyang Caiyu said, "Senior Brother Ye, what do you say?"

Ye Xiaochuan took out a shovel from the Qiankun bag, which was a necessary tool for him to think about the cliff.

He wielded a shovel and quickly dug a sand pit more than half a zhang deep, and after digging it, he said: "See how those Demon Sect disciples resisted the wind and sand in the morning? Dig the pit, the deeper the better, the cultivator is not an ordinary mortal, even if he is buried under the sand for three or five days, he will not die, my own pit is dug, you dig your own with your own hands, don't think about occupying my pit." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Yang Shijiu and Ouyang Caiyu hid in the pit and said that they would not come out of anything, and the angry Ye Xiaochuan grinned and threw the shovel to Zhao Wouji, asking him to arrange for everyone to dig the pit so that he would not do it himself.

The cultivation of several foreign disciples is extremely high, and in just a short period of effort, several deep sand pits have been dug out along the corners of the wall, and people lying in them will definitely not be blown away by the storm, and their heads are wrapped in blankets, even if the sand pit is buried into a sand dune, these cultivation masters inside will not die, and they will climb out after the storm passes.

As soon as the bunker was dug up, the wind around it was more than ten times stronger, and the sound was like a ghost screaming in the night.

Ye Xiaochuan lay on the stone wall and looked into the distance, and vaguely seemed to see a huge shadow appear from the southwest, which was rolling slowly, like the end of the world, the scene frightened Ye Xiaochuan, he saw the storm in the desert for the first time, compared with the storm in front of him, the wind in Middle-earth is a fart, and now he finally knows how happy the people of Middle-earth are, where can humans stop this storm?

I saw that the yellow sand in the sky was blown into the sky by the hurricane, and the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun formed a sand wall that could not see the top, and I didn't know how long this sand wall was, it was definitely not as simple as a hundred and ten miles, and it was estimated that it was at least a thousand miles long.

The terrifying sand wall, like a dark cloud, was tumbling violently, rapidly advancing forward. Ye Xiaochuan is very sensitive to the wind, and he even clearly felt that in the sand wall, countless huge tornado storms sucked the sand into the sky, and there were bright lights flickering from time to time in a storm, and there was also a sound of Titicaca, which was the sound of tiredness.

Ye Xiaochuan was not alone lying on the stone wall watching the storm coming, everyone was lying on it to watch, and everyone saw this kind of scene for the first time, and they couldn't help but change their faces slightly.

At this moment, the wind around is too strong, the sand wall storm is still several miles away, and the surrounding sand has been stirred up by the wind, hitting people's skin like hot oil dripping on the body, hot and painful.

Baili Kite shouted: "Black sandstorm! It is a black sandstorm formed from the depths of the bottom of the Jinsha Valley, everyone quickly hide in the sand pit!"

After speaking, she was the first to turn around and jump into the deepest sand pit, wrapped the tiger skin that she had robbed from Ye Xiaochuan last time, and lay down in the deep sand pit as a dead pig.

When the others saw the advancing sandstorm, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all screamed and drilled into the sand pit.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't get into it immediately, and now he suddenly felt so excited, the wind, this is the power of the wind!

Situ Feng is right, the wind is formed by the fusion of yin and yang, and the mystery of the wind is the most subtle and powerful.

Ye Xiaochuan was thinking in his mind, in this thousand-mile sand wall storm, if he could also master such a powerful wind power, then who else in the whole world would be his opponent?

There are three layers of wind sword intent, the first layer is the fast sword, just like a storm, there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart. Ye Xiaochuan was at the first level of the Wind Sword Intent ten years ago.

However, it is more difficult to comprehend the realm of the second layer without a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

Ye Xiaochuan's master is 400 years old, and he has reached this level of realm, and there is no sword in his hand or heart when he really reaches the third layer in the world, and all things in heaven and earth have turned into swords, only the sword saint Yun Yazi is alone.

After several years of painstaking research, Ye Xiaochuan had actually touched the threshold of the second layer of sword intent, the meaning of strength.

The first layer of the Wind Sword Intent is speed, and the second layer is strength, which means that the sword must not only be fast, but also powerful.

Seeing the huge and boundless black sandstorm in front of him, Ye Xiaochuan actually had a new understanding of the Wind Sword Intent once again at this moment, if it was only the way to get a glimpse of the power intent before, now he has a more intuitive understanding. He felt that his strength seemed to have risen a notch at such a moment.

At this moment, he really wanted to rush into the raging black sandstorm and draw out the bladeless, and dance the sword against the heavens and the earth.

He didn't do it, because he wasn't stupid yet, looking at the lightning like a spiritual snake in the black sandstorm, Ye Xiaochuan's scalp was numb.

At the same time, Ye Xiaochuan also vaguely realized that the mystery of the original wind can control the powerful power of lightning and thunder!

Seeing the black sandstorm approaching rapidly, Ye Xiaochuan was about to hide in the sand pit to avoid the storm, and suddenly, he felt a trace of unease, as if a strong murderous aura was rapidly approaching.

At this moment, the wind and sand were already blowing, and he could barely open his eyes, so he had to close his eyes and use his divine sense to check where the murderous aura came from.

However, the black sandstorm that was getting closer and closer was too strong, and as soon as his divine sense penetrated into the area of the black sandstorm, it immediately became very chaotic.

An unprecedented fear welled up in his heart, and he shouted to the people wrapped in blankets and pretending to be dead pigs in the sand pit behind him: "Come out, it seems that something is wrong in this storm, there is danger!"

The wind was so strong that the whirring wind drowned out his voice, and no one heard his shout.

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was beating faster and faster, he would never be wrong with this feeling of danger coming, and that murderous aura was filled with a disgusting bloody aura, and he would definitely not feel wrong.

He jumped into a sand pit and pulled up a man wrapped in a blanket, who he didn't know who it was, but felt like a woman.

He cried out, "Danger!"

Yang Shijiu's head came out of the blanket, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was immediately blown out of sight by the wind and sand, and he shouted: "Senior brother, why don't you hide in the sand pit, you must not have a mad attack at this time!"

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was beating faster and faster, he pulled out the Bladeless Divine Sword, and the cyan sword light immediately illuminated the surroundings, and he shouted: "There is something in the sandstorm, there is a very heavy murderous aura! I can feel it! Believe me!"