As soon as the mages arrived at the edge of the cave, they suddenly came to the brakes, and these mages were very shrewd, and they all thought: since it is a treasure, it must not be so easy to take away.

At this time, Mo Wuya walked up to those mages and whispered a few words, and those mages turned their eyes to Yang Zongheng.

Yang Zongheng saw that those mages were all looking at him, and he had a feeling of being trapped: "What's the situation?

Mo Wuyapi said to Yang Zongheng without smiling: "Go down, still wait for us to invite you?"

Yang Zongheng hesitated a little, turned around and was about to leave, but was blocked by Wu Yongxian, only to see Wu Yongxian holding a poisonous snake in his hand and saying to Yang Zongheng: "Otherwise, I will let Xiaohua invite you down?"

If Yang Zongheng forcibly left at this time, he was still sure, but he was a little unwilling, although he already had a few treasures in his hand, he still felt that it was a little less, so he glanced at Hai Lan'er, Hai Lan'er knew what Yang Zongheng meant, so he nodded, held Yang Zongheng's hand tightly, and the two of them jumped into the sand cave as soon as they gritted their teeth.

After sliding on the sand for a while, you will reach the inside of the sand cave, which is supported by several pillars of sand, and the sand is falling in a fluttering manner, which may collapse at any time.

Yang Zongheng and Hai Lan'er walked in and were just about to walk forward when they heard an exclamation, only to see Chu Yunlou gliding in front of the two, he stood up and patted the sand on his body.

"It's so dangerous here, why did you come with you. Yang ridiculed.

Chu Yunlou said with a bitter face: "You think I'm willing, those people think that we are a gang, so they have to force me down." ”

The three of them walked to the inside of the sand cave, and soon they saw a sand platform, on which a golden altar was placed horizontally, and there was no sand flowing out of it, and it quickly spread out to all sides.

"It seems that this golden altar is the source of this desert. Yang Zongheng said in his heart.

As he spoke, he asked Hai Lan'er to stand far away, and he stepped forward to get the golden altar alone.

He thought that he would also conjure up some kind of monster like taking the dragon staff, but when he picked up the golden altar, nothing happened.

So he put the golden altar in the Qiankun bag, happy and a little doubtful at the same time: "Why did it go so smoothly this time?" ”

Just thinking about it, those mages rushed in, and when they saw Yang Zongheng standing on the sand platform, they scolded: "Quickly hand over the treasure." ”

Yang Zongheng looked at the group of mages and said, "It's very dangerous here, why don't we go out first?"

Mo Wuya said: "Yang Zongheng, don't cheat and play tricks, you can still have a way to survive if you hand it over now, otherwise you will have no eyes in the fight, and you may hurt your life." ”

"Really?" Yang Zongheng finished speaking, pulling Hai Lan'er and continuing to run towards the inside of the sand cave, at the same time, the magic wheel was already flying in the air, and when the mage reacted, those sand pillars had been half destroyed, and the sand cave was already crumbling.

All the mages were shocked, most of them ran towards the entrance of the cave, and a very small number of them followed Yang Zongheng towards the depths of the sand cave, and Mo Wuya was among them.

Mo Wuya scolded behind Yang Zongheng: "You are a madman, don't even pull your life for the sake of a broken thing?"

Yang Zongheng shouted as he ran: "You still grab broken things?"

At this time, the sand cave has already produced a chain reaction, and it keeps collapsing towards Yang Zongheng and others, and a few people are at risk of being buried if they are a little sluggish. Moreover, this desert is a small place, and it is impossible to cast a spell.

Yang Zongheng regretted a little at this time, if he couldn't escape, wouldn't he have pitted himself?

I don't know how long I ran, but I finally ran to the bottom of the cave, and Yang Zongheng and the other three people leaned side by side towards the strategy of retreating the enemy.

Seeing that Mo Wuya was about to catch up, suddenly his feet sank, and the whole person was trapped in the sand, and then he was buried by the collapsed sand.

Hai Lan'er buried her head in Yang Zongheng's arms at this time, and Chu Yunlou kept saying, "It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous." "Seeing that the collapse is going to reach the top of the heads of the three people.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly used the magic wheel to protect the three of them, only to see that the magic wheel rotated rapidly, like a drill bit, and a depression was drilled out in a short time.

Yang Zongheng was overjoyed, and he was busy concentrating on urging the magic wheel to continue drilling upward, but Yang Zongheng's own cultivation was too low, and he felt unbearable pain all over his body after a while, and if he persisted, he was likely to really burst and die.

So he hurriedly sacrificed the blood phoenix and phoenix feathers, and the phoenix flew out of the sand like a knife cutting tofu, and Er Yang pedaled the magic wheel to follow, and finally escaped.

The moment they pulled it out, the sand hole also completely collapsed.

Since I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with them?" said Hailan'er suddenly.

Yang Zongheng looked down, and saw that there were only about a dozen mages left, but they were all stuck in the sand with their legs, and they couldn't move half a step at all, seeing that they were struggling with all their might.

Yang Zongheng was just about to get off the magic wheel, and the four brothers of the Qin family hurriedly shouted: "I can't come down." Yang Zongheng hurriedly stopped, but Chu Yunlou had already fallen to the ground, only to see that the yellow sand under his feet immediately boiled like boiling water, Chu Yunlou was shocked, and was about to jump up, but he didn't want to exert a little force, the yellow sand had already submerged his knees, and instantly became like steel.

Seeing this, Chu Yunlou looked at Yang Zongheng and said, "Big brother, think of a way." ”

Yang Zongheng hurriedly asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Qin Yueshan said: "Soon after you go down, the sand begins to boil, as long as you trap people, they immediately become harder than steel, and your legs and feet will jump into the sand hole, and several of us will be nailed here." As he spoke, he pointed to the rest of the mages and said, "They all escaped from the sand cave, and as soon as they came up, they were also trapped inside. ”

Yang Zongheng thought at this time that this was likely to be related to the fact that he took the jar, so he took the golden altar out of the Qiankun bag.

But I don't know how to use it.

After a while, he poured it down, and then put it on the top of his head, and at this moment he saw a line of words written on the altar: "The golden altar is full of Qiankun, the yellow sand is in the wind, the golden armor is here, and all things are not left alive." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the golden altar fly out of his hand and stay in the air, and then a gust of yellow wind flew out of the mouth of the altar, darkening the surrounding sky and making him unable to open his eyes.

Everyone was busy using spells to shield the wind and sand, and when a few people had just stabilized their minds, they couldn't help but be surprised, only to see countless golden-armored soldiers more than two meters high in the wind and sand, holding cold blades and walking towards everyone.

Those mages were so frightened that they wanted to leave, but their feet couldn't move at all, and Chu Yunlou shouted: "Yang Zongheng, you're trying to kill us." ”

The wind and sand are too big. Yang Zongheng couldn't hear what Yunlou was talking about, he wanted to take back the golden altar but didn't know how to collect it, when he saw those gold-armored warriors, he panicked, and shouted indiscriminately: "Collect, stop, come back." ”

The jar was still in mid-air, and finally Yang Zongheng scolded: "What kind of broken treasure is this." As soon as the words fell, the jar suddenly withdrew from the yellow wind and fell into Yang Zongheng's hands.

"Is this all right?" Yang Zongheng felt a little incredible, it seems that this golden altar likes to be called a baby.

So he held the golden altar again and pointed to the desert and said, "Baby." ”

Seeing the yellow sand tumbling up, Chu Yunlou and the other mages immediately flew up from the sand, and Yang Zongheng breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

But the desert did not stop, Yang Zongheng hurriedly shouted "stop", and the desert stopped boiling.

At this moment, the desert suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, as if the camera pressed the shutter, and everyone closed their eyes busily.

When everyone was stunned, they only felt that the surroundings vibrated violently, and a voice came: "The hour has come, please come back." ”

Then Yang Zongheng and the others felt that they were thrown into a place of light, and everyone's mana could not be used at this time, and they rushed out of the light, and Yang Zongheng and the others found that they had reached the top of the main hall.

At this time, the mages who had returned to the main hall had been seated, and there seemed to be more people than before, and there were some things in front of those mages, including blades, medicinal herbs, cheats, and things similar to stones, all kinds of things, and so on.

Someone from the Sea Clan led Yang Zongheng and the others to their seats, and the other mages put the contents of their Qiankun bags on the table. Yang Zongheng pretended to be stupid and tightly guarded his Qiankun bag.

Feng Fengping said: "Yang Zongheng, do you think you can hide it?"

Yang Zongheng smiled: "I don't plan to hide it, as you said, as long as you find something in that painting, it belongs to the owner." Do you want to pay the bills?"

Feng Fengping was just about to open his mouth, but Feng Jiulang hurriedly stopped him and smiled at Yang Zongheng and said: "The sea clan is naturally talking about it, just for everyone to see." ”

Yang Zongheng said: "I have a request, as long as the Sea Clan agrees, let alone take it out and look at it, it is not impossible to return it to the Sea Clan." ”

Feng Jiulang was overjoyed and said, "Is this true?" Yang Zongheng nodded.

Feng Jiulang asked tentatively, "I don't know what you want? ”

Yang Zongheng said: "I want the Sea Clan Feng Yongwei to help my friend heal. ”

Feng Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and glanced at Haibo, Haibo bowed slightly, and Feng Jiulang said: "It's not difficult at this time, that friend of yours is ......"

Yang Zongheng took Hai Lan'er's hand and said: "It's her, because she practiced magic when she was a child, and then she would be very uncomfortable every Mid-Autumn Festival, I heard that only Feng Yongwei's predecessors can treat it, but I know that you Hai Clan never heals others easily, so you will try your best to seize the treasure." ”

At this time, Haiber said: "I see, it's hard for you." As he spoke, he asked Hailan, "I don't know the girl's surname." ”

Hai Lan'er let go of Yang Zongheng's hand, walked to the top of the hall and said, "My surname is Hai, my name is Hai Lan'er, the daughter of Hai Modan. ”

As soon as the name Hai Mo Dan appeared, they heard a "jingle bell", and everyone followed the reputation, only to see a young man looking at Hai Lan'er intently, and the wine glass in his hand had fallen.

One of the attendants beside the young man hurriedly picked up the wine glass, knelt on his knees, and presented the glass to the young man, who took it from the attendant's hand and smiled, "It's rude." ”

Yang Zongheng didn't know this young man, but when he saw the young man staring at Hai Lan'er, he couldn't help but raise his vigilance