In the desert hundreds of miles away from Calabash Canyon, there is a Buddha's light traveling through the sky, heading straight for here.

In the Buddha's light, there is a young novice monk wearing a light red cassock.

Chirp.

There was also the clear sound of birds chirping coming from it.

"Little bird, don't worry, we are almost here." The little novice monk was Juezhen, and he was talking to the oriole spirit in his sleeves.

After dealing with the matter of the evil monk in Shahai, he was supposed to set off back to Chicken Soup Temple.

But not long after he left, he suddenly had a sudden impulse, enlightened by the Buddha's light, and felt that something big was about to happen in this high place.

He practices the Buddhist "Now Sutra" and has already cultivated spiritual connections. His whims are often clever.

It was also for this reason that he stayed in Mogao.

Until two days ago, the feeling of impulse was more obvious, and it directly pointed him in the direction.

"There are still more than two hundred miles, so we should arrive." Juezhen thought, "I hope I can make it in time."

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Many women in the Sheep tribe could not help crying.

The children didn't know much, but when they saw their mothers weeping, they started crying too.

The crying was continuous and shrill.

Lu Qingshan looked into the distance.

At the very end of the group of sand wolf demons, there were three tall giant wolves.

The yellow wolf fur all over its body stands like needle points, which is quite a bit of a regional characteristic. Its jagged fangs shine with a cold light, all revealing its terrifying strength.

The brown pupils were full of violence and indifference.

Three peak fourth-grade sand wolf monsters.

They are the instigators of this wave of monster attacks.

Among the tens of thousands of sand wolf demons, first-level sand wolf demons account for the majority, there are hundreds of second-level sand wolf demons, and dozens of third-level sand wolf demons.

The first rank takes the lead and charges forward.

Apparently, although the leader of this group of sand wolf monsters felt that the terrifying aura in the canyon had dissipated, they, being suspicious by nature, did not choose to rush in rashly, but let their men take the lead.

Once the monsters become a tide and become as powerful as a rainbow, they will be irresistible.

In Lu Qingshan's heyday before Daoji was killed, he could safely walk back and forth in front of such a demonic tide, but it would be impossible to stop this demonic tide with one person's power.

Not to mention, now he only has the power of mountains and seas that can reach the level of Jindan.

"Sir, what should I do?" Qin Yitian hovered next to Lu Qingshan, biting his lower lip, wondering.

A deep and bottomless canyon? Most of them are ordinary people? How can the 'Sheep' tribe, the strongest of which is a ninth-level Qi refining monk, outrun the sand wolf demon?

If no one can stop this wave of monsters, the 'Sheep' tribe will definitely be overthrown today.

Yang Qing'er hugged her wooden stick tightly, showing eyes like a ewe protecting a calf, and stood in front of a child who was just three or four years old.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyebrows and happened to see this scene.

"Alas." The next moment? He sighed softly.

"Sir, have you thought about it?" Qin Yitian, who was almost in tune with Lu Qingshan, understood his intention the moment he heard Lu Qingshan sigh.

"It seems that after arriving in the Western Region," Lu Qingshan pursed his lips and sighed as if to himself: "It is inevitable that he will have to be the Buddha for a time."

Under the stunned gazes of nearly a thousand Sheep tribe members, Lu Qingshan's figure slowly fell down and stopped in front of the gourd mouth.

"Sir..." Yang Qing'er clenched the wooden stick in her hand and murmured with her eyes blank.

All they could see was a somewhat thin back.

However, they already understood what Lu Qingshan was planning to do.

Just as they thought.

Lu Qingshan used both feet to sink two inches into the ground, fixing his body shape.

As a sword cultivator, he was not holding a sword at this time.

Because of this situation? It can no longer be blocked by drawing a sword.

In front of the demonic tide charging like thousands of troops, Lu Qingshan calmed down and closed his eyes.

The sand wolf demon is so powerful that the yellow sand it rolls up is like the Yellow River on the ground, or like a dragon rising from the plains.

The people of the Sheep Tribe can already see the violence in Sand Wolf's eyes.

Already ready to charge into battle? How can we stop such sand wolves? How can we make them retreat?

The feeling of the earthquake became more and more obvious, and the bodies of the people of the Sheep tribe began to shake unconsciously.

Some children were already staggering and unable to stand, falling to the ground and crying non-stop.

Lu Qingshan, who was standing there with his feet sunk deep into the ground, was not affected by the earthquake.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, with endless compassion and...

Infinite murderous intent.

The killing momentum started, with Lu Qingshan as the center, and it leaked out like a flood from a broken embankment, heading towards the sand wolf demon tide.

The mood of killing.

The cultivation level is gone, but the realm is still there, and so is the artistic conception.

An artistic conception without the support of spiritual power should be non-lethal, just a force.

The situation can frighten anyone who hears about it, but as long as you are brave enough, you will be unscathed.

Things like potential are mysterious and mysterious, and everyone cultivates his or her own potential.

For example, in the secular world, a very majestic emperor can break the hearts of his timid and erring subjects with just one look.

This relies not on magical powers, but on so-called momentum.

Lu Qingshan's intention at this time was to use this killing force to drive back the sand wolf demon tide.

One person's murderous intention is against the force of thousands of sand wolf monsters.

The state of unity, the artistic conception of killing that is infinitely close to the state of perfection, flows out from Lu Qingshan.

Momentum is an invisible thing and should be invisible to outsiders.

But the people of the 'Sheep' tribe could actually see at this time that the wild sand rolling all over the sky was three feet away from Lu Qingshan's body and was not allowed to enter. It seemed that there was a soft invisible halo protecting it.

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The first line of the wave of sand wolf demons with violent eyes rushed a hundred feet in front of Lu Qingshan, as if they encountered an invisible barrier, and their steps suddenly stopped.

But the sand wolf demon behind them didn't feel this barrier. They just charged forward regardless and directly collided with the sand wolf demon in the front line.

Under this huge collision force, the sand wolf demon on the front line had no choice but to be squeezed forward another ten feet.

Then, the terrifying energy that stopped them became even more powerful.

The fear in their hearts makes them try to retreat.

After pushing the first line of sand wolf monsters forward a foot, the second line of sand wolf monsters also felt the terrifying aura and stopped in their tracks.

The sand wolf demon in the third line collided forward.

Some demons move forward, and some demons move backward. The sand wolf demon squeezed in the middle was instantly crushed by the force in the opposite direction, causing blood to splash and flesh foam to fly.

The sand wolf demon is stacked one on top of another, constantly moving forward.

The fleshy foam and blood were already thick.

The wave of sand wolf demons that can overwhelm the city seems to be meeting Lu Qingshan on a narrow road, getting closer and closer to Lu Qingshan.

"Not enough, not enough." Lu Qingshan was silent, his heart agitated.

He was already using all his strength or even overloading to unleash his murderous intent, but he could only slightly resist the impact of the sand wolf demon group.

If anyone could look in front of Lu Qingshan now, he would be able to see that his eyes were already scarleter than the thick blood of the sand wolf demon.

The demonic tide rises and falls continuously, one wave after another.

Lu Qingshan was alone, with only that unstoppable wave of murderous intent.

Once it breaks, the demonic tide will flood him directly.

But how long can his anger last?

Lu Qingshan was hunting with all his clothes on, and his murderous intention was revived.

This time, with the help of the immortal true meaning, murderous intention evolved.

The longevity of immortality can regenerate his breath for a long time.

The group of sand wolf monsters continued to move forward, one foot after another, one foot after another.
To be continued...