The rolling yellow sand is no longer an endless yellow line, but like an extremely condensed sandstorm sweeping over!

Its goal is very clear, and it is easy to dry in the spring breeze!

Seeing the appearance of this sandstorm, many disciples of the Jiaozi Cave showed shock, and one of the fourth-generation disciples who was closer to the sandstorm and looked younger said with their eyes lit up: "... Here's a big one! Let's kill it!"

As he spoke, the man whistled, and the two light-gray jackals guarding his side suddenly swelled to more than a foot in size, and were about to follow the master's instructions to rush towards the rapidly approaching sandstorm, when several figures hurriedly flashed in front of them and stopped.

"Senior brother can't!"

"Don't be reckless! That sandstorm is not something we can touch!"

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive!!"

......

The young monk was stunned for a moment as a word of urgent dissuasion came, but when his gaze fell on the storm again, the hesitation in his eyes was immediately replaced by a glint of excitement.

"The cave master said that if you can kill or capture the alienated demon in the beast tide, no matter how many generations of disciples you are, you can get his old man's personal guidance! These senior brothers and sisters coaxed me to give up as if they had made an appointment, did they want to leave me and take this creation for themselves..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was reliable, the young monk snorted coldly, and the two jackals suddenly seemed to have received a supreme command to charge, and their whole bodies were tense, like two off-string arrows, rushing out of the encirclement of everyone, and shooting towards the yellow sand storm that was already approaching a thousand feet!

Taking advantage of the gap in the encirclement of everyone, the young monk followed the jackal and went out, and even threw out two small swords of a foot length and landed under his feet, and his speed doubled!

"Uncles, uncles, brothers, sisters, brothers, sisters, since Bao Mou first made up his mind to take that creation, that is the will of heaven!"

The young monk surnamed Bao laughed and flew quickly, seeing this scene, there were several four generations of disciples who also didn't know what the yellow sand storm was, and when they were about to step forward to get a piece of the pie, the two jackals of the monk surnamed Bao had already rushed to the enveloping range of the storm, and they saw that the two beasts were just about to roar to find their target, and suddenly trembled at the same time! Its deliberately vicious demeanor immediately filled with fear, whimpering and trying to escape from the storm, but its body did not obey, a little bit of fine wounds quietly appeared, their flesh and blood seemed to be eaten by some invisible thing, and in the blink of an eye, only two skeletons fell!

The four generations of disciples who saw this from afar stopped and stopped rushing out rashly, they wanted to create a transformation, but if the risk associated with this creation was too great, it would not be worth giving their lives in vain.

"This..."

The monk surnamed Bao had rushed into the storm at this moment, and the excitement in his eyes was replaced by hesitation when he saw his two third-grade jackals being ruthlessly devoured.

His cultivation is no more than the middle stage of Jindan, even if he adds his own magic weapons and Taoist skills, it will take a lot of effort to kill two third-grade junior jackal demon beasts, but the situation in front of him undoubtedly proves that even if this storm is created, it cannot be obtained by his cultivation.

"Creation is at hand... How can I not fight it!"

This bag surnamed monk was also a little bold, and he pulled the storage bag on his waist violently, and several magic weapons of various shapes flew out of it and surrounded his body, among which there were two of the pinnacle treasures that only infant monks had!

One is a delicate umbrella with a light purple color, and the other is a heavy dà banner more than two zhang wide, all of which seem to be defensive magic weapons!

Although this person's cultivation is not high, but his master is one of the more virtuous and respected disciples of the three generations of Jiaozidong, and usually loves him very much, if he didn't know that Liao Anguo was guarding here during this beast tide, his master would not let him come over to experience it with confidence, of course, before leaving, it was inevitable to bring him a few more magic weapons of good quality to defend himself, which is also the biggest reason why the monk surnamed Bao has the confidence to face this storm!

"I'll see what's in here!"

Under the blessing of the treasures, the monk surnamed Bao became a little more courageous, and regardless of the urgent dissuasion of several proud cave disciples behind him, he stepped into the storm in one step!

"Wow-"

The inside and outside of the storm are like two worlds, and the yellow sand in the sky is stirred fiercely under the strong wind, and the sound of "whooshing" caused by this suddenly drowned out the shouts of everyone behind, which made the monk surnamed Bao feel nervous, and he subconsciously wanted to look back, but found that there was no figure in his field of vision!

“... This sandstorm is constantly moving forward, and I should not be in the position I just entered now, and it is normal to not see people..."

Comforting himself in this way, the monk surnamed Bao boldly moved forward, he was going to the center of the storm.

Although he has not been cultivating for a long time, and most of his realm has been improved by the assistance of pills and masters, at least he still knows that such a highly purposeful storm cannot be naturally generated, and there must be a magic weapon or spiritual object as the eye of the wind, this wind comes from the demon realm, and it is more likely that it is the spiritual object that is the eye of the wind, and this is the creation he wants!

Feeling that several magic weapons around him have begun to be eroded, the monk surnamed Bao is not surprised!

"Such a powerful wind and sand also contain an equally strong corrosive force... Presumably it will be a four-grade spiritual object!"

Steady his body and move forward quickly, his heart didn't have too much worry, it didn't matter if the rest of the magic weapons were eroded and damaged, the two third-grade peak treasures were only trembling slightly at the moment, and the treasure light was still pressing!

The monk's obstinate behavior made many disciples of the Jiaozi Cave sigh, but in the eyes of Yi Qian, who had a keen perception, these people did not care much about that person at all, and it was even very likely that they deliberately contributed to this matter!

"If someone really wants to save him, it only takes a person with a baby to stop him, but no one does this, is this person not popular in the Proud Cave? Or is there another reason..."

Yi Qian frowned and thought, he was hanging above the corpse of the big sniper before, and he couldn't tell whether the sandstorm was coming at the corpse below or at him, but when he flew dozens of feet away, the sandstorm also deflected direction, so he simply stopped, although this sandstorm was weird, he had the means to deal with it.

Everyone, including Mi Sheng and the other four primordial monks, stared at the approach of the sandstorm, while the remaining snipers slowly retreated, and spontaneously retreated from both directions, as if to leave a way for the sandstorm.

Liao Anguo, who had been sitting by the light curtain of the [Gulan Giant Whale Array], looked at the sandstorm indifferently, as if he had already expected this thing to appear.

Yi Qian's right eye was scarlet, and his vision was blocked by the rolling yellow sand like others, but his smoke pupils could faintly detect the aura of the monk surnamed Bao moving in the sandstorm, and it seemed that his sense of direction was disturbed by some kind of force, so he could only circle around and approach the eye of the storm.

This qiē is said slowly, in fact, in just a few breaths, the sandstorm rushed into the defense line of the Jiaozi Cave monk, no one ventured into the wind and sand like the monk surnamed Bao, all of them avoided staring at the distance, a second-generation disciple who looked like an old man flashed to Liao Anguo's side, asked something in a low voice, and saw the latter respond for a while, so he had to shake his head and sigh.

Not long after, a terrifying scream suddenly came from the depths of the wind and sand, and you could vaguely see the blood splattering inside!

At the same time, Liao Anguo's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to grab it in the air, and saw a bloody figure flying out of the sandstorm and falling beside him.

I saw that there was a dim light treasure umbrella floating next to this person, the umbrella surface was damaged in many places, and it was obviously an irresistible heavy blow, as for another big flag-shaped three-grade pinnacle treasure was missing, it must have been destroyed in the sandstorm.

"Liao Lao... That... That sandstorm is... Yes..."

The monk surnamed Bao weakly tried to stand up, but he lost too much blood and could not continue his body, and before he could continue, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Liao Anguo glanced at him, and said calmly: "Most of the people in the Proud Cave are so impetuous and reckless, most of them have died in the previous beast tide, if the old man is not here today, and the four junior disciples who are also in the Yuan Infant Stage are not here, how many people will die from their own greed?"

As he spoke, Liao Anguo flicked his sleeves, and the menacing sandstorm suddenly stopped at a position dozens of feet away from Yi Qian, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

Yi Qian's eyes were stunned, and the left hand holding the heavy axe in his sleeve was slightly loosened, and he had a more intuitive understanding of Liao Anguo's strength in his heart.

"My proud cave guards the [Gulan Giant Whale Array] for thousands of years, is it because of this stupid greed? The Southeast Demon Realm is not a market for you to obtain profits! Don't have such childish thoughts as Bao Shu, otherwise the old man will not be blamed for standing by!"

Liao Anguo reprimanded in a deep voice, and the disciples of the Proud Cave respectfully said yes, especially those four generations of disciples who had been greedy before, and then sobered up, the battlefield is not a child's play, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life, no matter what kind of creation is not more important than living...

Yi Qian secretly realized that this Bao Shu had clearly become a victim of Liao Anguo's use to kill chickens and monkeys, and looking at the behavior of those three generations of disciples, it was not the first time they had contributed to similar things.

"If you want to quickly let the younger generation understand the cruelty of the battlefield, Liao's predecessor's method may not be the best, but it should be the most effective..."

With a sigh in his heart, Yi Qian's eyes fell on the sandstorm that was constantly writhing not far ahead, trying to break free from Liao Anguo's shackles, he looked slightly stunned after observing it for a while, raised his hand and pointed in silence, and a wisp of the demonic energy of the glass bird flew into the sandstorm, the latter stagnated, the wind and sand converged, and began to slowly condense the body!

“... Ancient times... Bi Fang..."

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End of Chapter 414