Qingyang stretched out his hand to pick up the yellow sand that fell towards him, and his palm was blank. The yellow sand is the law, and Qingyang's hand is the method of mediating and creating.

But there is still yellow sand falling in the gap between his hand waves, this piece of yellow sand has become a whirlpool, this sky full of yellow sand, like spring rain, endless.

The woman who suddenly appeared was still playing the flute, and there was a sadness in the sound of the flute. Next to her, a man appeared out of thin air, and he said in the ear of the woman playing the flute: "Ninth sister, let's go, this Qingyang is not as famous as meeting, how can he know the situation between Youyou and Xuanming's sister." ”

The woman's flute slowly stopped, and her flute had a refreshing effect. In her opinion, just now Qingyang fell into a kind of anger and heart-burning magic barrier, and was overwhelmed by anger and drowned out of reason, but she didn't know that just now, Qingyang almost walked out of the obstacle of life and death, and ignited the fire in his heart again with anger, but was interrupted by the sound of the flute.

"When ......" suddenly a bell rang in the distant void.

With this bell ringing, a group of people appeared in the distant sky, and the person at the head was the palace master of this desert shijie White Bone Dao Palace, Bibo Zhenren, and behind him there was a group of more than ten people, all of whom were his disciples.

He appeared on the edge of the wind and sand, and each offered his own Chaos Bell, the bell ringing, the sound waves rolling, and the yellow sand scattered everywhere he passed, revealing patches of blankness and the blue sky.

"Senior Brother Qingyang, we're here to save you. The eldest disciple of Bibo Zhenren said loudly without a trace. There was excitement and pride in his voice that only he knew.

Recently, Qingyang's reputation has spread all over the Dao Palace, and like many people of the same generation as Qingyang, he also wants to find Qingyang Bibi to see if there is any gap between himself and himself, or if there is not much difference, but after all, there is no, the main thing is that he is afraid of losing face, after all, he is also the senior brother of Bibo Palace, and even the people of the master's generation are secretive about his supernatural powers, and their peers naturally dare not act rashly.

This time, Qingyang was trapped in the yellow sand of the alien race, how could he not be excited, if this was transmitted back to the Dao Palace, who else would not know his nameless without a trace, everyone knew that Qingyang was saved by his own traceless.

However, as the bell pressed towards Moorsha City step by step, they saw a broken giant tower still hanging in the air, only to see Bibo Zhenren's big hand probe, the whole person rose huge in this moment, as big as the 49 Xuanhuang Tower, he grabbed the spire of the 49 Xuanhuang Pagoda with one hand, and the palm of his hand was vibrating with brilliance, surging towards the bottom of the tower like a water rhyme, and where he passed, there were talismans flashing on the 49 Xuanhuang Tower.

In just a moment, the entire Sijiu Xuanhuang had been pulled up by Bibo Zhenren, and it continued to shrink as it was pulled up, and finally turned into a small tower the size of a palm in his hand.

"Master, there," Wuji stretched out his hand and pointed at Qingyang, who had been buried in the yellow sand, and was slightly surprised in his heart, in his opinion, Qingyang's cultivation was profound, even if he was outnumbered, he would not be buried and trapped by the yellow sand like this.

Bibo Zhenren's mind was circling, and at this moment, countless sandworms appeared in the long yellow sand, and they silently emerged from the wind and sand. Immediately after, a little bit of light flew by in the distance, and Bibo Zhenren knew that this was the creature of this shijie who had rushed over, and if he didn't leave, he was afraid that even he would fall into it.

He glanced at Qingyang, who was still half buried by the yellow sand, and shouted in a low voice: "Go."

When the words fell, the giant bell in his hand shook, and a sound wave swung in all directions, and the giant bell covered all the disciples, shook the void, and turned into a golden light and disappeared in place.

In the wind and sand, the giant snakes were entangled, a piece of green light flashed, and it was actually a snake, and the snake opened its mouth and sucked it, and the flesh and blood of the snake body that was originally shattered were all sucked back by it.

The snake's body continued to grow, and finally shrank in a green light, turning into a green-haired woman with a slender waist. However, the head looks thin and weird.

She looked in the direction where the golden light had disappeared, and let them flee with some disappointment, if they left any later, this time they would not be able to leave. The purpose of this time is to kill this Qingyang, because Qingyang let his two brothers never come back in the black shijie.

If Qingyang is trapped, it would be better if he could further attract this person from the Shijie White Bone Dao Palace, so that he could take the opportunity to get rid of this person from the Shijie White Bone Dao Palace.

In the blink of an eye, only one Qingyang was still buried by the wind and sand.

Qing Yang saw the departure of Bibo Zhenren, in his opinion, if he thought about the overall situation, it was normal to leave, this was obviously a situation against the White Bone Dao Palace.

In Qingyang's eyes, many non-human beings appeared, they appeared in the sky above Qingyang, looking down on Qingyang, in their eyes, Qingyang was already a dead person.

"Don't kill now, wait when. A voice in the sky said.

"This person dares to break into the city of Moorsa, and don't kill him first, press him for a hundred years. Another voice said

"That's right, press it for a hundred years, and let the White Bone Dao Palace redeem it with the spirit treasure. ”

The wind and sand are howling, and there is no one in sight.

Qingyang has been buried by the yellow sand at some point, and there is a huge city on his body, the name of which is Mooresha City.

The scorching sun shone on the earth like a flame. The creatures in the city didn't know that there was a man under this sand city. There was often a sandworm circling the city, as if looking for something

Qingyang was buried in the yellow sand, and in his senses, the yellow sand was like an esophagus devouring him, constantly swallowing him downward, and he was constantly drilling upward.

His hands were picked up again and again, his hands were hazy with a layer of light, and where his hands had been picked, the yellow sand melted like snow meeting flames. But soon another piece of yellow sand would fill up, and his body was still sinking at an extremely slow pace.

A little bit, inch by inch, all the time Xiangxia sank, time was drilled under his hands again and again, Qingyang's heart fell silent again, his heart was completely calm in this sand again and again, everything else seemed to be forgotten.

If a person's heart can die, then it can sprout again. Reborn from the ashes, reborn

Qing Yang was about to rekindle the fire in his anger at that moment before, but in the end he was interrupted, and this time in the midst of his repeated actions, something seemed to sprout in his heart. The feeling brought about by the long-term use of good offices has always haunted his heart.

This time, what sprouted in his heart was the artistic conception of using mediation and creation, and this feeling gradually penetrated into his bone marrow, and fed back to his whole body bit by bit, turning into an instinctive integration into the blood

Finally, one day, Qingyang no longer sank into the endless depths of the yellow sand. The powerful suction was finally dissolved by him. He is like a man who has learned to swim, and he no longer sinks vigorously in the water

His hand still didn't stop, and finally one day he began to float upward, although the distance was very small, but after all it was ascending, not sinking.

Qingyang is still moving his hands constantly, and even the speed has not changed, quiet and constant.

The sand city that pressed on him was torn off little by little under his hands, and the weight was reduced little by little. It's like a person is pulling down the sand from under a huge mountain of sand, and the sand is constantly disappearing.

A little bit of floating, a little bit of weight reduction.

Until one day, his hand touched something hard, although it was a hard thing, but under Qingyang's pick, it was a layer of hard place, and another pick, the hard place had been pulled out of a hole, and a dazzling light penetrated through the hole, and a burst of exclamation came from Qingyang's ears.

He came out of the hole and found himself in a great city. At the moment when he appeared, the whole city suddenly rose wind and sand, and the wind and sand swirled in the city, and the houses and insects that originally looked at a glance quickly disappeared in the wind and sand, and they were invisible in the wind and sand.

Some people say that Moorsha is a city that exists in nothingness, can turn into wind and sand at any time, and can appear anywhere.

The golden-winged insect king appeared, but at the moment he appeared, Qingyang stretched out his hand in the void, and the wind and sand in the void dispersed, and when he saw him step out, he had already arrived at the side of the golden-winged insect king, and punched out, and the golden-winged insect king flashed in shock, leaving Qingyang to punch the air. Where the fist hit, there was a blank space.

His mediation has been integrated into his fist, and with one punch, all the laws in the void will be dispersed, and if he hits the Golden-winged Insect King, then he will also be instantly knocked into nothingness.

Qingyang didn't care about the golden-winged insect king, but directly stepped out of the city, and looked back, a piece of wind and sand surged in the Molsa City on the ground, and soon, this piece of wind and sand shrouded the entire Molsa in the city.

Qing Yang fell down again, from the top of the nine heavens, head down, and in the process of falling, a punch struck out towards Namoor Sha City.

This punch seemed to be light and light, but the Mooresha City turned into a giant mouth of yellow sand in an instant, and let out an earth-shattering sand roar.