The Death Sand Pit is like a huge funnel in the middle of the desert, and the sloping ground is full of floating sand, and if you are not careful, you will fall to the ground and slide towards the center of the bunker. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cheng Ziming stood at the edge of the bunker, pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a way to slowly reach the middle of the bunker. He had to slowly approach the passage of the hourglass world step by step, and if he fell straight down unsuspectingly, the devil knows what would happen. From one side of the hourglass world to the other, but you will pass through a long passage, what if you get stuck in the passage?

Besides, he really couldn't imagine what the other side of the hourglass world was like, if he fell directly, would he fall to his death in the starry sky because there was no buffer? He suddenly regretted a little, if only he had discovered the mystery of the hourglass earlier. In that case, they wouldn't have looked for the Wishing Temple at all, and they wouldn't have dealt with cobras. Qi Feiyun and Wen Pearl will not be captured by the cobra, if Qi Feiyun is in the team, he can fly with the sword, and with the golden giant eagle as a spirit beast, he doesn't have to worry about falling to death on the other side of the hourglass world after passing through the passage.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ziming's heart suddenly moved. Qi Feiyun is not a foundation monk, but because he has a spirit sword that communicates with his heart, he can fly with a sword. This shows that as long as the spirit sword is powerful, even a Qi Refining Cultivator can gallop in the air.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and took off the Demon Slaying Sword.

This spirit sword is a true weapon that gives birth to a weapon spirit, and it is a top-level existence among magic weapons. Moreover, the wisdom of the machine spirit to slay evil is extremely high, and it is not much different from that of human immortal cultivators.

If the communication is good, maybe this spirit sword can take itself to the sky?

After some bargaining, the black armor-clad spirit disappeared into thin air and returned to the spirit sword.

Cheng Ziming held the spirit sword in his hand, and his excited look was about to overflow from his eyes. As a minor monk at the fifth level of Qi refining, he finally had the opportunity to fly with his sword.

The Demon Slayer Sword lay silently in mid-air, as if it was parked on a skateboard on the sand, waiting for the arrival of the driver.

When the exciting moment came, Cheng Ziming silently recalled the precautions for the flight of the imperial sword in his heart, took a deep breath, and stepped on the spirit sword.

The spirit sword didn't move, and the deep voice of the machine spirit came from the sword: "But you have to stand firm!"

"Okay!" Cheng Ziming replied in a deep voice, he was angry and stood firmly on top of the spirit sword.

The spirit sword began to move slowly, and the speed was comparable to that of a leopard's spirit beast tortoise.

Cheng Ziming was a little embarrassed: It seems that the evil slasher is very distrustful of his strength. It's so slow, it's to take care of yourself.

"Senior, you can hurry up, I'm fine. Cheng Ziming said with confidence.

The Spirit Sword was immediately twice as fast, about the same speed as a horse's trot.

Cheng Ziming sighed silently: It's all because his cultivation is too low, and the spirit weapon is afraid of throwing himself down.

"Senior, you can hurry up!"

The Spirit Sword picked up speed again, this time at about the same speed as the horses galloping at full strength. Cheng Ziming felt as if he was standing on the back of a horse, walking steadily against the wind.

The spirit sword slowly accelerated, and soon overtook the horse, about the speed of a leopard running at full speed.

Sure enough, the real weapon with the spirit of the machine is different, very considerate of others, very humane, considering that Cheng Ziming is the first time to fly with the sword, even the speed of the flight is added a little bit.

Cheng Ziming stepped on the spirit sword and flew steadily at the low altitude of the desert.

Suddenly, the spirit sword tilted slightly, and flew towards the sky with Cheng Ziming.

Watching the earth get farther and farther away, Cheng Ziming couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart, he tried to maintain his balance and moved his gaze into the distance.

The spirit sword flew higher and higher, and the speed became faster and faster. Above the sky, the strong wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the direction of the wind is becoming more and more uncertain.

"Boy, the first time Edgeworth flew was a good performance. The voice of the machine spirit appeared directly in Cheng Ziming's mind, as a top-level magic weapon machine spirit, his cultivation had reached the point where he could directly transmit the sound.

"Thank you seniors for the compliment. Cheng Ziming replied loudly, his voice was carried away by the oncoming strong wind, and the volume was much weaker. This is the disadvantage of not being able to transmit sound from the divine sense, and the environment is changeable in the high altitude, so it is indeed not suitable for speaking directly.

"I'm going to turn. You get used to it. The voice of the machine spirit appeared in Cheng Ziming's consciousness again.

At the same time, the spirit sword slowly tilted and made a big turn.

Cheng Ziming only felt the spirit sword under his feet move slightly, and he completed the turn. There was another burst of joy in my heart: the spirit sword with the weapon spirit was really different. It's like a carriage that comes with its own spirit beast, saving you worry and effort.

"Thank you seniors for taking care of you, the juniors have fully adapted to the flying of Edgeworth, why don't we fly to the center of the death bunker and see how the situation goes?" Cheng Ziming finally put his heart in his stomach, so he realized that it was important to hurry up and do a good job of reconnaissance and complete the trial task.

"Good. I was also trying to go to the middle of the bunker. The voice of the machine spirit came again.

Then, the spirit sword suddenly took a sharp turn, and its speed increased suddenly, turning into a spiritual light and flying towards the sky above the death bunker.

Cheng Ziming only felt that the spirit sword moved, his body was crooked, the spirit sword had disappeared from under his feet, and the person fell from the air like a brick.

"Ah!" Cheng Ziming opened his mouth and shouted.

The word "ah" was shouted halfway, and the sword light of the spirit sword flew back with a "swish", and he caught Cheng Ziming steadily, and the apologetic voice of the machine spirit came from the sword body: "Boy, I'm sorry, I forgot about you in a hurry." ”

Cheng Ziming half-squatted on the spirit sword, grabbed the scabbard with both hands, and took a few breaths before saying: "Fortunately, the seniors remembered me in time, otherwise, without going to the other side of the hourglass world, the juniors would fall directly to death on the desert." ”

Sure enough, magic weapons with machine spirits are not perfect. It's like a driver who drives a car, and if he doesn't pay attention and doesn't explain well, he may throw the boss out of the car who has not yet sat down. The reason is that Cheng Ziming's cultivation is too low, if his cultivation is enough and he can subdue the spirit sword, he can communicate with the spirit spirit, and there will be no embarrassing situation of such a mismatch.

The Spirit Sword slowed down, gradually lifted into the air, and slowly flew above the center of the death bunker.

Cheng Ziming half-knelt on the spirit sword and looked down intently.

I saw that there was a deep tunnel in the middle of the death bunker, the size of a volcanic crater, like a huge funnel inserted into the earth. The sand around the "funnel" is covered with huge balls of sand, each two or three stories high.

On the south side of the "funnel", a "sand man" made of sand was walking slowly, he was tall, two stories tall, with no facial features and no hair, and his round head was like a smooth egg pressed directly on his neck. He had no clothes on, his flat body could not distinguish between men and women, his feet would not leave the sand when he walked, and his legs seemed to grow directly from the sand, and he could never be separated from the desert.

Cheng Ziming secretly counted, there are nine such sandmen. They were scattered around the "funnel", walking back and forth, rolling huge balls of sand on the side of the "hole" into the crater-like tunnel.