Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Northland

Batch after batch of monks from the Cloud Merchant Alliance took turns on the field, repelling a wave of wave sand beasts, and several foundation building realms in the air were rushing to the left and right, minimizing the casualty rate of low-level monks, but a small number of casualties were inevitable.

The fleshy bodies were carried to the rear and healed by specialized foundation building monks, but some people still swallowed their breath before they could wait. Zhang Yuanhao even saw that a monk's entire body was almost torn in two by a sharp claw mark, and he couldn't survive when he saw it.

"Brother Zhang, it's our turn!"

A foundation building realm rose into the air, urging Cai Lunhui and the others to replace a group of monks who had gone into battle a quarter of an hour ago.

Zhang Yuanhao took a deep breath, took Long Xin's hand, and motioned to her with his eyes not to run around, the latter nodded, his little face full of determination.

"Whew-"

A bloody giant mouth came with an endless fishy stench, and was instantly cut open by Zhang Yuanhao's Imperial Fire Yuan Sword, splitting a mid-stage sand beast into two sections, drenching it all over the ground.

"Good!"

Cai Lunhui and the others were shocked, and the magic weapons in their hands continued to blast out, knocking back the sand beasts that were close to the defensive circle formed by the camel cart.

"Blue Fire Knife!"

Seeing a sand beast that looked like a roe deer and a dog in the late stage of qi training crossed over the corpses of countless sand beasts, roaring and rushing over, Zhang Yuanhao frowned, and the fire yuan sword in his hand burst into flames, and suddenly drew a full moon-shaped sword qi, volleying into the void, and directly dividing it into two parts. The row of sand beasts behind also fell unlucky, and were slashed by the knife qi, either dead or seriously injured.

Although he used a sword, his sword aura was still fierce and powerful. The monks of the Cloud Business Alliance saw that their momentum was high, and they repelled a wave of sand beasts' attacks.

There were even a few foundation building monks in the air who looked in the direction where Zhang Yuanhao was, and they were all puzzled in their minds, they didn't seem to have seen this powerful monk in the Shang Alliance before.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanhao's expression moved, as if he heard something, and his spiritual sense instantly spread.

"It's not good, get out of the way!"

Zhang Yuanhao patted the storage bag, and the sand detection table flew out, and dozens of breaths on it were flying close to the ground underground. Seeing this, he couldn't help but yell.

The Huoyuan Sword turned into a long rainbow, and Zhang Yuanhao picked up Long Xin and flew into the air.

In the next moment, a pair of giant claws that shimmered with cold light suddenly arched out of the sandy soil, like a giant scissors, and with a click, they cut a monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation into two sections, and the internal organs flowed to the ground.

The more he flew up, the more difficult Zhang Yuanhao felt, so he slowly lowered his altitude and stayed in the air more than ten meters above the sand.

No wonder those monks don't have a sword, it's not that they don't want to use a sword, but they can't! Even Zhang Yuanhao's perfect cultivation of qi cultivation can't fly into the sky at a height of twenty meters, which shows how far the disorder of the power of the Yuan Magnetism here has become.

Looking at the sand again, the pair of monstrous claws quickly retracted into the yellow sand after cutting a monk into pieces, and the remains of the dead monk were swallowed from the bottom of the sand by a mouthpiece with countless tiny appendages, not even a trace of blood remained.

Such a scene occurred everywhere in the convoy, and more than a dozen monks died in an instant, and even the defensive ring on the periphery of the convoy showed signs of being broken by sand beasts. In an instant, the situation became precarious.

"Bastard!" a foundation building monk roared and flew to Zhang Yuanhao's side, glaring angrily, "Who told you to run away?"

Zhang Yuanhao frowned and said, "If I didn't run away just now, I would have died in the mouth of that insect beast!"

The foundation building monk showed a cold look in his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "For the sake of your meritorious work in killing demons just now, I will spare your life for the time being, and now get out of here for me!"

Zhang Yuanhao held back his anger and saluted very calmly: "Yes!"

After saying that, he took Long Xin to control the flying sword and returned to the ground.

Long Xin's face turned pale, and he didn't seem to have woken up from the fright just now. At this moment, he landed from the sky again, and when he saw Zhang Yuanhao's face turned pale, he couldn't help but feel a touch of guilt in his heart: "I'm sorry, Master, my cultivation is too low, and I've caused you trouble!"

As he spoke, his mouth was flattened, and he was about to cry.

Zhang Yuanhao took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "Xin'er, Master is fine, don't worry, Master will definitely protect you!"

Before the two of them fell to the ground, Cai Lunhui came up and said bitterly: "Brother Zhang, how should you say hello to me! Our monks of the Cloud Business Alliance cannot escape during the battle, otherwise they will be killed to set an example......

Zhang Yuanhao sighed, he was indeed a little nervous Long Xin, for fear that she would be hurt a little.

The battle was still in full swing, but the giant claw beast that had come out of the ground had been wiped out one by one by the angry foundation building realm of the Cloud Business Alliance, and the rest of the battle was soon coming to an end, leaving corpses all over the ground, which quickly disappeared like a tidal tide.

At the end of the battle, the Shang Alliance sent many monks to clean up the battlefield and collect the materials on the sand beasts and insect beasts, and those monks who fell, those who could find the body were buried on the spot, and those who did not find it could only stand a monument in the reckless yellow sand, and I don't know when they would be buried by the wind and sand.

After Zhang Yuanhao returned to the camel cart, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if someone was always watching him, like a man's back.

He pretended not to know, squinting his eyes and cultivating cross-legged. In fact, I was roughly sure who that person was.

It was the foundation-building monk who had just angrily reprimanded him.

I just don't know why he's spying on himself. Zhang Yuanhao had a frightening guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to be sure.

At night, the temperature plummets again.

The blood on the sand has long since dried up, some of which have been diluted by the yellow sand, and some of which have been sucked up by countless insects and beasts.

The stars are colorful, the ice is frozen and frosty, and the desert becomes quiet.

At this moment, there was a figure floating in the air, quietly staring at a certain place, which looked extremely weird.

"What kind of spiritual root qualification is it, can make the spirit bead shine so strongly?"

The black figure muttered, a hint of doubt in his tone.

A blue-green bead suddenly appeared in his hand, and at this moment, it bloomed with dazzling blue-green light in the direction of the camel cart where Zhang Yuanhao was perched, flashing and flashing.

......

Early the next morning.

The convoy of the Shangmeng set off early, because it was less than a hundred miles away from the far north, so at the request of the high-level of the Shangmeng, everyone hurried away.

Along the way, I didn't encounter any more sand beasts and insect beasts, probably because yesterday's battle was too tragic, so that the entire convoy was filled with a sinister aura, so that the sand beasts did not dare to approach.

The camel cart sped away, and soon the color of heaven and earth was no longer a single yellow, and a trace of green began to fill everyone's sight. There is less and less gravel on the ground, and it becomes soil.