There are very few forests in this shijie, and they are all pale yellow at a glance, and occasionally there is green like the eyes of the earth, a little bit, looking at the sky.

Qingyang's white-haired appearance in this desert shijie made people feel surprised, after he left here, the disciple of Bibo Zhenren in this Dao palace said: "Master, is he the Qingyang who came back from the sword river shijie? How did he become like this? Is there some kind of curse?"

"No, he's just a half-dead man. Bibo Zhenren said.

"Half-dead person, Master, what is a half-dead person, is he seriously injured?" the disciple asked.

"No, his heart is already on the verge of death, if he can live this obstacle of life and death, then our Dao Palace is only afraid that there will be a terrible character. Bibo Zhenren said.

"The obstacle of life and death, what is the obstacle of life and death?" the disciple asked curiously.

"Ah, hehe, I'll tell you about this later, you go back to the Dao Palace now, go to your Uncle Ling Chen, and ask him if he needs me to go back now. Bibo Zhenren said.

"Yes, Master, I'll go back. The disciple replied.

Bibo Zhenren watched his eldest disciple go back, but he slowly paced inside in contemplation. People who come from Nakagen Shijie always remember everything about Nakagen Shijie in their hearts.

As for the people in these shijies, they have never taken them to heart, and in their hearts, these shijie people are inferior to them.

Only those who have broken through this shijie barrier will be able to be looked up to by them. For the people of shijie to come, suddenly the barrier of shijie is ascension.

Qingyang and Wu Regret walked on the earth, just like ordinary people, but the speed of his walk was not slow, there was a faint light under his feet like water rhyme, no regrets just followed Qing Yang's side, every time Qing Yang took a step and disappeared into the void, she also disappeared with it.

Qingyang's body and mind were completely relaxed, which actually made him realize the meaning of this shijie faster.

Since a practitioner embarks on the path of cultivation, his mind will never be loosely dispersed, even if he is scattered to feel this shijie, it is also under his own control, not in the true sense of relaxation, and Qingyang at this time is the kind of big looseness. The meaning of this shijie is like a trickle in his heart.

Originally, he was just one or two zhang out of one step, but slowly, the distance of this escape continued to increase, increasing to three, four, and five zhang, and it didn't take long for the distance he escaped to be invisible to the naked eye.

When passing through a city, Qingyang saw that the people in it were all weird, seven points looked like people, but three points did not look like people, or their faces were not the same, or their bodies were not like them, and none of them looked the same as the people of Zhongyuan Shijie.

Qingyang didn't go in, just watched their habits in the air for a while.

"Are they human?" asked Unrepentant.

"It doesn't matter if it's human. Qingyang replied.

"If it is a human being, it is our own kind, not a human being, and if you kill them one day, there will be no burden in your heart. He said without regrets.

"Human beings are only one of the intelligent beings, and they are equal to human beings. Qingyang said.

didn't look much there, no matter what kind of creature it was, there would be rich and poor inside, and there would be rank, and finally the two came to the sea of yellow sand. When they spent a day finding the Tianyan Taoist Temple, all they saw was the top of the Taoist Temple, and the top of the Taoist Temple had already collapsed a little. Qingyang can imagine that this Taoist temple built with sand must have cost Zhao Yuan and their efforts, they must have wanted to set up a Taoist temple here, and then practice with peace of mind, but at this time this Taoist temple was buried by yellow sand.

Is the Taoist temple like this, what about the person? Is the person still alive, if he is dead, and if he has avenged them after he died, he will not be able to resurrect them.

"If they had come to this shijie earlier, they wouldn't have died. No regrets said suddenly at this time. She looked at Qingyang's somewhat gloomy face, before this, all she saw was an indifferent face that didn't care about anything.

"Yes, if I had come earlier, they wouldn't have had an accident. ”

When the words fell, he grabbed his hand violently, and his hand reached into the yellow sand under his feet, and when he waved his hand again, the yellow sand buried in the Taoist temple under his feet flew up with his hand, as if it was picked up by his hand, and was thrown into the air.

A loud roar rang out in the void, the sound of yellow sand being rolled up. In just an instant, the sky was full of yellow sand, covering the sky and the sun. The yellow sand that buried the Taoist temple has been extracted from the Taoist temple, leaving a Taoist temple with yellow sand condensed, and the Taoist temple is still not dispersed. Qing Yang could clearly feel the spiritual power condensed all over the wall.

Qingyang's figure flashed, and he had already come to the Taoist temple, but there was no corpse. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he had already come to the top of the Taoist temple in one step, and when he looked up, he found that the temple was surrounded by a kind of half-human and half-insect monsters, different from human beings, but at a glance, he knew that they were also intelligent creatures.

The moment he saw this Taoist temple, the gloomy and cold silence in Qingyang's heart rippled, but when he saw the surrounding sandworm people, his heart was even more angry, because several of them had heads, arms or feet in their hands.

"Outsiders, you are with them, go back as soon as possible, or he will be your end. As the sound fell, a head was thrown out.

It was not Zhao Yuan's head, but Qingyang clearly remembered that he was a disciple of Tianyan Palace.

This person's name is Jiuling, he is a person who doesn't talk much, and his cultivation talent is average, but he is a disciple of Tianyan Palace, and he is a disciple of Tianyan Palace.

"This is my junior brother, my disciple of Tianyan Palace, is he just dead like this?" Qingyang's heart, which was originally just rippling, ignited a fire in an instant.

"You killed them...... Qingyang said coldly to the one of the sandworms who was guarded by many sandworms, although all the sandworms were the same, but he was the only one present with a withered yellow cloak

"All outsiders will die. The sound came out like sand rubbing.

"There is no one alive yet. Qingyang asked in a low voice, his voice full of slaughter.

"Hehe...... of course there are people alive, you foreign monks are the most haode things in the fighting arena, and you will be able to see them soon. The hoarse voice of the cloak sandworm reverberated through the void.

But what greeted him was a silent thunder light, the thunder light fell from the nine heavens, and turned into thousands of paths at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, with the Tianyan Taoist Temple as the center, covering all the sandworm people like an umbrella.