The most eye-catching thing is not his handsome face, but a dark silver emblem tattooed on the cuffs of his robe, a dove standing on a thorny vine, which can be remembered at a glance.

Hatoyun Valley!

Obviously, the emblem of the silk clothes on the young man's body is the emblem of the sect of Jiuyun Valley, and judging by the quality of his clothes, he obviously has a good status in Jiuyun Valley.

"I've seen the predecessors of the Hatoyun Valley!"

After being stunned for a moment, the crowd did not hesitate any longer, and bowed one after another.

Not as good as Qi Tianmen, Jiuyun Valley is the actual controller behind the Jiuyun Kingdom, and the Jiedan Realm also has a number of people, ruling a huge Jiuyun Country for thousands of years, and the background is unfathomable.

"You don't need to be polite. ”

The handsome man smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind blew, holding up the fists of the monks.

Everyone looked at each other, judging from the hand that this person had just revealed, his strength was extremely good, at least he was also a monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation.

Most of the people present were scattered cultivators in the northern region of the Jiuyun Kingdom, and the really powerful monks or sect members had entered the Fusha River early, how could they still wander outside the Fusha River.

"I've heard you talk about the people of Qiyunmen, haven't they already taken the first step and gone to explore the way in the Fusha River?"

The handsome young man asked with a smile, his tone was gentle, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

Everyone nodded in unison, and the slightly chubby man arched his hand and said, "Tell the seniors, Qi Yunmen has already sent the three major foundation realms in the gate to the Fusha River three days ago, including Qi Pingdao, the great elder of Qiyun Sect and the monk of the Fake Dan Realm. ”

Hearing this, the handsome young man's face showed a hint of thoughtfulness, and he turned his hand, took out a spirit stone the size of half a palm, and threw it to the slightly chubby man.

It was a medium-grade spirit stone with extraordinary aura, and the chubby man hurriedly put it into the storage bag under the envious eyes of the monks, and when everyone moved their eyes to the young man again, they were surprised to find that the latter had disappeared at some point, leaving only a breeze blowing in place.

......

In the floating sand river, the wind and sand are filled, the endless yellow sand soaks the sky into a turbid yellow, and the hard sand grains are like tiny hidden weapons under the action of the wind and the power of Yuan Magnetism, even if Zhang Yuanhao and other foundation building monks are hit in the face by it, they feel a burst of pain.

"It's not going to be easy now!"

Zhang Yuanhao frowned and looked at the sandstorm that was constantly stirring and forming in the distance. It was a 20-meter-high yellow sand wind, and from Zhang Yuanhao's side, it looked like a huge turbid yellow cone plunged into the vast sea of sand.

The yellow sand wind is different from the sandstorm, the former has an extremely fast internal rotation, and the sand grains of the Fusha River are comparable to metal, even if the foundation building monk is caught in it, it will not last long, so this situation has to be avoided far away when you see it.

Under the influence of the yellow sand wind, the power of the Yuan Magnetism between heaven and earth became even more unstable, Zhang Yuanhao touched the storage ring in his hand and found that the induction between the two was intermittent.

After thinking about it, he took out some pill talisman seals and put them close to his body, and then took out the magic weapon long sword and carried it behind him.

He sensed an unusual scent in the turbid, cold air in the river of floating sands, which made him smell a danger signal. It's better to prepare some commonly used pill talismans first, otherwise when the Yuan Magnetic Riot can't even be used by the storage ring, it will be too much regret.

"Well, that's ......"

Just as Zhang Yuanhao was walking through the reckless yellow sand, the old man with his back pulled was quite a sense of gloom and loneliness, but this feeling was quickly broken by the drastic expression on his face.

The yellow sand wind rolls up like a spinning top, and the turbid yellow wind blade is like the sharpest meat grinding machine, as long as someone approaches, it will be swept up into the air by the terrifying yellow sand wind blade, and then strangled into minced meat.

But Zhang Yuanhao's focus was not there, he looked at the horizon at infinity, and with the blessing of the Heavenly Eye Technique, the gray and black color was particularly eye-catching in the turbid yellow sea of sand.

"That's ...... Sandstorm?"

Zhang Yuanhao seemed a little unconvinced, after all, he had never seen a sandstorm with his own eyes. Therefore, in his mind, the sandstorm should not be this color.

However, reality hit him hard.

The gray-black color of the edge of the sky deepened and deepened, as if a drop of ink had fallen on the yellow paper, spreading at an alarming rate, staining the surroundings black.

Above the sky, the scorching orange sun was also dyed with a faint layer of gray, just like Zhang Yuanhao's mood, which was covered with a faint shadow.

Run, run, run!

Seeing that the gray-black color was like a huge wall connecting heaven and earth, slowly crushing towards his side, the yellow in the distance was swallowed up by the gray-black little by little, seeing Zhang Yuanhao's heart beating wildly, he couldn't care about the large consumption of spiritual power, and his body directly turned into a fiery red streamer, which swept quickly from the low sky.

The farther he flew north, the more Zhang Yuanhao felt that his spiritual power was consumed violently, and when he looked back, he was suddenly frightened, and he took a breath, and the speed under his body increased a few points, and there was a faint sound of breaking the sky.

Boom Boom –

The sound of a sandstorm from dozens of miles away sounded, like thunder, landslides and tsunamis, and with the wind of yellow sand raging in the sea of sand, it was like the end of the world.

"No, I can't escape, I'm going to catch up!"

Zhang Yuanhao's flight speed became slower and slower after the sandstorm came, and the consumption of spiritual power became more and more intense, which was the negative impact of the metamagnetic disorder.

At this moment, behind Zhang Yuanhao, the gray-black sand wave like a skyscraper giant wall had already surged up, and the yellow sand wind dozens of meters high was as fragile as paper paste, and it was instantly shattered by the terrifying sand wave, turning into a little yellow sand and being swept into the bottom of the sand wave.

Zhang Yuanhao even saw that many insects and beasts living at the bottom of the sand were lifted out by this devastating sandstorm and turned into an inconspicuous wave in the endless sand waves.

The furious flying sand was like a bullet, hitting the fiery red spiritual power light mask on Zhang Yuanhao's body, and there were layers of ripples, and the wind blade was almost as sharp as Gangfeng under the distortion of Yuan Magnetic, and even the space had a ripple.

"No, we can't wait any longer!"

Seeing that the sand waves covering the sky were only a few miles away from him, Zhang Yuanhao no longer hesitated, and immediately took out a pure white pill from the magic robe on his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was a magic elixir.

The medicinal power turned into a blazing line of fire, spreading from Zhang Yuanhao's throat to his lower abdomen, and among the meridians, the majestic foundation-building spiritual power was instantly compressed into tiny mana crystals, flowing in its winding meridians.

Airplanes!

Under the urging of mana, the magic weapon armor Zhang Yuanhao wore on his body swayed a layer of hazy light and shadow, as light as foam, but it revealed a defensive power as stable as Mount Tai.