Staring at the fighting sand beasts and Zu Liren in the distance, a smile appeared on the corner of Chang'an's mouth, and he immediately walked towards the range of spiritual power induction. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This Hongdan is not affected by spiritual power, even if Chang'an's spiritual art can't be pulled, it can only be excavated late with the most primitive method.

Fortunately, all the sand beasts around him turned a blind eye to him, and Chang'an had plenty of time, but in the process of excavation, he still had a trace of spiritual sense to check the battle between Zu Liren and the sand beasts, as long as Zu Liren wanted to escape, he immediately used his fan sword and attacked in a sneak attack.

Sensing the aftermath of the battle around him, as well as the roar of the sand beast, Chang'an's hands were dissatisfied, and after half a ring, a golden, fist-sized Hong Dan finally appeared in Chang'an's eyes, and almost without any hesitation, he was put into the storage bag, along with the bones of the hundred-zhang flood beast, which was also included in the storage bag by Chang'an.

Don't look at the large bones of the Baizhang Hong Beast, but in the storage bag, due to the change of space rules, it has shrunk to the size of a finger, and it doesn't take up much space at all.

With a satisfied smile, he came to the hill again, looking at Zu Liren in the distance, with a look of pain on his face, Chang'an could clearly feel that the spiritual power in Zu Li's body was constantly being consumed at a crazy speed, and even to the point that the lamp had dried up.

The more anxious Zu Liren was in the Yue Zhan, but in a hurry, the sand beasts that kept pouring in made him not even have a chance to breathe, he was seriously injured, but under the consumption of spiritual power, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his bright eyes were full of turbidity at the moment.

What made him even more angry was that there was a person in the distance who was waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack him, as soon as he thought of this, Zu Liren was full of hideousness, gritted his teeth and used up the last trace of spiritual power, directly diffused his spiritual sense, and shrouded towards the location of Chang'an.

Chang'an was shocked in his heart, and immediately stopped the operation of the dantian spiritual power in his body, but it was still slow, and when Zu Liren saw Chang'an's cold face, his eyes flashed with a trace of consternation and monstrous anger, and a mouthful of blood erupted uncontrollably.

"It's you bastard, I'm going to kill you..."Zu Liren's face turned grim, and he roared violently, and a strange energy surged from Zu Liren's body, and turned into a blood-colored dagger in the blink of an eye.

This dagger was almost at the moment of condensation, as fast as blood-colored lightning, across a distance of thousands of zhang, straight to Chang'an, but when Zu Liren was angry, he had forgotten the strange giant sword that had attacked him before, and a huge clangling sound was like thunder in the sky, and the fan sword in front of Chang'an was violently opened with a violent wave of qi.

Overlooking it, the Chang'an fan sword is like a big tree blocking the flood and river waves, and the aura of destruction that spreads in a ring is along the left and right sides of Chang'an, directly opening a hundred-meter pit, and the deafening roar makes the gloomy Chang'an spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chang'an's eyes showed a cold light, his eyes didn't blink, looking at the blood-colored dagger that jumped over his head and turned back, he immediately mobilized ten percent of the spiritual power in his body, ran the spiritual technique, and grabbed it fiercely.

But seeing the blood-colored dagger in mid-air, he suddenly struck, and was directly grabbed by a huge spiritual power hand and pulled back to Chang'an. Seeing this in the distance, Zu Liren's hatred for Chang'an has reached the bone, and under the monstrous killing intent in his heart, how can he not know the purpose of Chang'an, if the dust in his hand is his most precious magic weapon, then this blood-colored dagger is his biggest reliance, and it is also the natal magic weapon that he regards as his life, and how can he let Chang'an succeed.

"This treasure, I have taken a fancy to Chang'an, you who have no spiritual power, don't fight for it, kill so many sand beasts, I see how you escape..."

Under Chang'an's sneer, his eyes were not shocked, and the five elixirs in his body were all fused, and the blood-colored dagger that was struggling under the master of Na Lingshu was instantly withdrawn by Chang'an, and there was almost no hesitation.

Looking at Zu Liren, who was full of strong bloody gas, Chang'an's face was not confused, and he waved his hand to Zu Liren with a sneer, and without saying a word, he immediately used his sword and fled into the distance.

Zu Liren, who was besieged by the sand beasts, was attacked by Chang'an's anger at the last wave of his hand, and spit out a mouthful of blood, the hatred in his heart, like the dense sand beasts that continue to emerge, was crazy in his heart, and under the viciousness of his eyes, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life, and pointed his fingers on the blood dripping in mid-air.

Suddenly, the blood exploded into a blood mist, spreading around, but all the contaminated sand beasts, all exploded and died, and the means used by the ancestors were exactly the same, instantly causing a devastating blow to the sand beasts, and the ancestors who took advantage of this gap were born with wind under their feet, and chased towards Chang'an fiercely.

"Your life, the old man values it, I see how you escape..."

Zu Liren flew, the sand beasts that kept crawling out of the desert all around, at the same time, all flapped their wings and flew up, and under the fusion of sound waves, they turned into spiritual stone hammers, constantly smashing at Zu Liren, and the sand beasts that covered the sky and were as dense as yellow dark clouds made Zuli people's hatred for Chang'an almost reach a state of madness.

Sensing Zu Liren, who was full of monstrous killing intent behind him, chased after him, Chang'an sneered in his eyes, his left foot slammed, and the speed of the sword was several times faster. What Chang'an is afraid of is that Zu Liren will not chase him, because if Zu Liren does not chase him, he will definitely survive, after all, the other party is the existence of the late Yuan Infant, even if the spiritual power oil lamp is exhausted, so that its strength is greatly reduced, but how can there be no other means to make up for these.

When Zu Liren broke through the sand beast attack, recovered, and chased him sooner or later, with his strength in the middle of Jindan, how could he resist the anger of the late Yuan Infant, so before leaving, he deliberately made that provocative move, making him more and more angry, but even he didn't expect that this Zu Liren was very good to himself, and he would actually chase and kill him at the cost of burning his life.

Although Chang'an's face was in danger, the sense of crisis in his heart was so strong that even his heart couldn't control the wild beating, and the gloomy gaze that always fell on his body was like a knife cutting flesh and blood over and over again, stinging pain.

The speed of this Zu Liren chasing Chang'an is very fast, but the speed of the sand beast is also beyond the prediction of Chang'an and Zu Liren, the stone hammer that keeps swinging at Zu Liren makes Zu Liren grit their teeth, but there is nothing to be done, whenever Yu Chang'an pulls the distance, this sand beast will attack him mentally, making him look hideous, and under the anger, he can only turn around to resist, and even he feels that this sand beast and Chang'an are in a group.

Chang'an's eyes were staring into the distance, and he groaned in his heart, constantly calculating, if he wanted to kill Zuli people head-on, it was simply a fantasy, but if he wanted to lose Zuli people and make them weaker and weaker, it would be reasonable, the hatred of the sand beasts was pulled by the Zuli people, especially the blood smell that emerged around the Zuli people at the cost of burning their lives, and there was almost no means to disperse them, which led to the fact that the more the two flew, the heavier the number of sand beasts chasing and killing the Zuli people.

The roar caused by the millions, tens of millions of sand beasts, flapping their wings at the same time, was like the two of them on the Thunder Stone Bridge, and the spirit stone hammer that kept swinging at the Zu Liren was even more powerful as the sand beasts continued to increase.

And the life span of the Yuan infant period is only three thousand years, every time Zu Liren uses defensive attack methods, it is almost a reduction in his lifespan, under the strong smell of blood that permeates Zu Liren's body, Chang'an can sense that the fire of life as Zu Liren is weakening with time.

Zu Liren can also feel that the functions of his body are getting weaker and weaker every time he resists the attack of the sand beast, and in just such an instant, his lifespan is reduced by four hundred years, and the anger that killed Chang'an is also unable to chase for a long time, and is gradually occupied by reason.

Chang'an, who was flying, suddenly frowned, feeling that the killing intent shrouded in his body was actually weakening, and he couldn't help but look back, and suddenly saw Zu Liren's eyes flickering, his face was cloudy, and he didn't think about it, and immediately stepped on his feet, like an eagle leaping over a cliff and spreading his wings, jumping up from the fan sword.

At the same time, a black light suddenly flashed around the fan sword, and when the black light overflowed, the fan sword turned back violently, and directly waved and slashed towards the Zu Liren who flew behind him.

Sensing the terrifying power of the fan sword, Zu Liren's face was overjoyed, and he roared angrily: "You dare to rob the old man's natal magic weapon, this magic weapon of yours, the old man wants it..."

As soon as the words fell, Zu Liren immediately exerted his spiritual sense, directly shrouded in the flying fan sword, and wanted to directly erase the connection between the fan sword and Chang'an's spiritual sense, but when his spiritual sense just touched the fan sword, he suddenly frowned, and then his complexion changed greatly.

As if the flying fan sword is not real, but the shadow that does not exist in the illusion, it is not at all to start, this situation, Zu Liren has never encountered it, just this stunned kung fu, the fan sword is approaching, Zu Liren gritted his teeth and immediately burned fifty years of life, as a layer of blood-colored light curtain appeared around him, the fan sword crashed into it.

All this is said slowly, but in the blink of an eye, the monstrous power of the two collisions and explosions directly shattered all the sand beasts within a radius of a kilometer close to the Zuli people, and under the howling wind, the fan sword did not stop, and with the power of the rebound, it immediately flew towards Chang'an, which was planted on the ground.

Almost just when Chang'an was about to fall into the desert, the fan sword that turned back and turned back, arced in the air, fell straight down, flew to the feet of Chang'an, dragged Chang'an's weightless body, rushed straight into the air, and continued to escape into the distance.

Chang'an, standing on the fan sword, stared at the blood-colored light shrouded in the distance, Zu Liren, who had gloomy eyes, sneered, suddenly turned around, and under the operation of spiritual power, the speed of the fan sword immediately skyrocketed, dragging a long escape light, crossing the sky, and disappearing into the eyes of Zu Liren who was stagnant in the air, resisting the siege of the sand beasts.