Ren Qianxun stood in mid-air, his expression indifferent, urging the big dream Zhou Tian to radiate the entire desert with his spiritual power. He could faintly feel the anger and fear of the alien in the middle of the desert.

A few hours later, the blood sword and blood light soared into the sky, the blood qi was diffuse, and the blood light was dignified, and most of the heavenly clans could see such a vision. The "buzzing" sound became clearer and sharper. The blood sword was covered in blood, and the blood was permeated, giving people a sense of palpitations of death. The appearance of the sword chant and the blood qi soaring to the sky means that the blood sword has been promoted to the rank of the best spiritual weapons.

"The blood is surging, and with a vision of this scale, I am afraid that there is a spiritual weapon to be promoted to the best. ”

"With such a huge amount of blood and such a sharp sword groan, I'm afraid that the blood sword of the demon lord has been promoted. ”

"The sword is with the hero, and the blood sword is with the demon lord. ”......

The vision of the blood sword's promotion is greater than the momentum of the cultivator's promotion to the tribulation. But come to think of it, the number of top-grade spiritual weapons in the spirit world is less than the number of the tribulation period. Because of the scarcity of the number, many of the existence of the Tribulation Period do not have a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it is even more difficult to have a top-grade spiritual weapon that suits oneself. As an offensive superlative spiritual weapon, the blood sword is worth a little more. But no one in the world dared to touch the idea of this sword. Just because the owner of this sword is called the Demon Lord.

After a while, the vision receded, and the Blood Sword finally completed its promotion. Ren Qianxun stretched out an arm slightly, and did not use the slightest strength, only to see the blood sword buzz and automatically fly into Ren Qianxun's hand.

Ren Qianxun nodded with satisfaction, spiritual weapons have spirituality, but at this time, the blood sword, which is the best spiritual weapon, has faintly reached the point where it is in line with his heart. Of course, at this time, Ren Qianxun and the Blood Sword have been fighting and killing together for decades, and other top-grade spiritual weapons may not be in line with their masters because of their compatibility.

Ren Qianxun was also glad in his heart that the original blood sword was just a high-grade mortal weapon, and he didn't know that this sword had growth, so he chose this sword by mistake. Ren Qianxun's expression changed, he raised the blood sword and waved it gently, and a bloody light of "bang" slashed out, and a terrifying ravine was split into the desert for thousands of miles.

Ren Qianxun's expression was slightly happy, and the power of the blood sword was still above his imagination. The sword just now didn't use its own spiritual power, but the power of the blood sword itself was so powerful.

If the Blood Sword was successfully promoted, there was no point in him staying here. As soon as the blood light faded, Ren Qianxun put away the blood sword, intending to continue to march towards the center of the desert and see the alien.

"Senior, wait a minute. Wait a minute. The juniors have something to ask for!" At this moment, an anxious voice floated into Ren Qianhiro's ears, and then at the source of this sound, there was the sound of panting and sweat dripping.

Ren Qianxun had already discovered the traces of this person when he entered the desert, but he was unwilling to waste his time on a dispensable cultivator. But at this time, Ren Qianxun glanced at it with his spare eyes, and saw that this person was dressed in linen and filial piety, and he was only a cultivator in the early stage of returning to the void, but he was able to walk to the core of the desert, and he was inevitably a little surprised.

Suddenly, the black-robed Ren Qianxun disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. The cultivator on the land, who was wearing linen and filial piety, was extremely disappointed and couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly, he felt the flow of the air around him change somewhat, and when he looked up, a black-robed man was standing in front of him. Seeing this, he immediately showed a look of ecstasy.

Before he could speak, the cultivator who was wearing linen and filial piety threw himself on his knees on the yellow sand and said, "Senior, please bring the younger generation into the center of the desert to avenge your parents' revenge." ”

The black-robed Ren Qianxun said coldly: "The man has gold under his knees." Stand up for this seat. What do you mean by parental feud, and how did you get to the heartland?"

Before the words fell, a surging force pulled the cultivator who was wearing linen and filial piety up. This cultivator was slightly frightened, but he was no longer surprised to see Ren Qianxun exert his might, destroy the sand giants, and kill millions of strange beasts. This cultivator, like this, so and so and Ren Qianxun truthfully said.

It turns out that this strange desert has been expanding. He is different from other deserts, it is gradually expanding inch by minute, it is every hundred or hundreds of years, with strange demonic power, devouring and expanding tens of thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles. The cultivators who wore linen and filial piety were originally members of a small tribe eight thousand miles away on the edge of the desert. Hundreds of years ago, the desert expanded by 20,000 miles again, and their tribe was not spared. When disaster struck, his parents died in the desert expansion frenzy to help him escape.

For hundreds of years, he not only condensed the spirit body, but later in an adventure, he relied on some external forces and did not hesitate to forcibly advance back to the void realm, in order to enter the desert to find out and avenge his parents. Today happened to be the death day of his parents, so he wore linen and filial piety, and after paying tribute to the dead of his parents, he resolutely walked into the desert. Through hundreds of years of investigation, the cultivator also understood that the expansion of the desert might be related to the desert center. So he didn't hesitate to spend all his financial resources, bought a bunch of moving talismans, relied on the power of the talismans, and traveled quickly, and it happened that Ren Qianxun killed the desert beasts in front of him to open the way, so he was lucky to come here.

"I see. Avenge your parents. Ren Qianxun's face showed a sudden look, and suddenly there was an emotion that was also a fallen person at the end of the world. In the past, he was also burdened with the blood feud of destroying the door, killing on a large scale, and was even controlled by evil qi and went mad.

Perhaps it was because he saw the shadow of himself in this cultivator, and he nodded and said, "You can walk with this seat, but don't act rashly and stand behind me." ”

The cultivator who wore linen and filial piety was overjoyed, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for your great kindness." If you can take revenge, Matsu will be a cow and a horse, and you will also repay the kindness of your predecessors. ”

Ren Qianxun didn't speak, he looked noncommittal, he waved his black robe, and the wind suddenly rose, picking up a cultivator named Matsu, turning into a violent wind, traveling at super high speed.

Hulala, a black wind, like a tornado, but in a few moments, came to the very center of the desert. The black wind tornado roared and fell to the ground, but after a few breaths, the black wind dispersed, and there were two figures in black and white standing among them. These two people are none other than Ren Qianxun and Matsu, a cultivator who wears linen and wears filial piety.

"How is that possible? this can't be?" said Zuma, pointing ahead, exclaiming, in disbelief, and pinched his arm again to verify that it was a dream. And Ren Qianxun on the side looked at the scene in front of him with great calm, he had already used his mental power to detect the scene here many times.

Following the gaze of the two, there were no strange beasts or monsters here, just a rippling lake. The lake is full of colors under the sun, sometimes calm, sometimes waves. The lake is not large, far less than a ten-thousandth of the sea, but it gives people an unfathomable and strange feeling that danger is greater than the sea.

A lake is commonplace, and a lake in the desert is understandable. However, the temperature in the core of this desert is more than tens of thousands, and there is not the slightest grass, trees and water in it, only the yellow sand. But in such a high temperature and special environment, it is unbelievable that there is such a large lake