Qingyang stretched out his hand and stomped the yellow sand that fell towards him. The palms passed by, and there was a blank space. The yellow sand was the method, and Qingyang's hand was the method of breaking the fortune.

But there was still yellow sand falling in the gap between his waving hands. This land of thousands of miles of yellow sand had become a whirlpool, and the yellow sand in the sky was like spring rain, endless.

The woman who suddenly appeared was still playing the flute, and there was a sense of sadness in the sound of the flute. Next to her was a man who appeared out of thin air. He said in the ear of the woman playing the flute: "Jiu Sister, let's go, it's better to be famous when meeting Qingyang. How could he know about Youyou and Sister Xuanming in this way?"

The woman's flute sound slowly stopped, and her flute sound had a clear and clear effect. In her opinion, Qingyang had just fallen into a heart-burning demonic obstacle of anger, drowned by anger and drowning in reason, but she didn't know that just now, Qingyang almost got out of the confusion of life and death, and ignited the heart fire again with anger, but was interrupted by the flute sound.

"When..." A bell suddenly sounded from the distant void.

With the bell ringing, a group of people appeared in the distance. The leader was the palace master of the White Bone Dao Palace in the Desert World. There were more than ten people behind him, all of whom were his disciples.

He appeared on the edge of wind and sand, and each sacrificed his own chaos bells. The bells sounded and the sound waves rolled. The yellow sand dispersed wherever he passed, revealing blank space and the blue sky.

"Junior Brother Qingyang, we are here to save you." Wuhen, the eldest disciple under the Bibo True Person, said loudly. His voice was filled with excitement and pride that only he knew.

Recently, Qingyang's reputation has spread throughout the Taoist Palace. Like many people of the same generation as Qingyang, he also wanted to find Qingyang to compare and see what the difference is, or it is almost the same, but in the end, there is no. The main thing is that he is afraid of losing face. After all, he is also the eldest brother of Bibo Palace. Even the master's generation is very secretive about his supernatural powers, so they naturally dare not act rashly.

This time, Qingyang was trapped in the yellow sand of a foreign race. How could he not be excited? If this was sent back to the Dao Palace, who else would not know his name Wuhen? Everyone knows that Qingyang was saved by Wuhen.

However, as the bells rushed towards Moorsha City step by step, they saw a broken giant tower still hanging in the air. Bibo Zhenren looked at the big hand, and his whole body rose hugely in this moment, as big as the Four Nine Xuanhuang Tower. He grabbed the spire of the Four Nine Xuanhuang Tower with one hand. A ray of light shook in his palm, and rushed towards the bottom of the tower like water. Wherever he passed, there was a talisman flashing on the Four Nine Xuanhuang Tower.

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

"Master, here," Wuhen stretched out his hand and pointed at Qingyang, which had been buried by the yellow sand on his waist. He was slightly surprised. In his opinion, Qingyang had a high level of cultivation, and even if he was outnumbered, he would not be trapped by the yellow sand like this.

The mind of Bibo Zhenren was circling, and at this moment, countless sandworms appeared in the long yellow sand, and they emerged silently from the wind and sand. Immediately, a little light flew away from the distance. Bibo Zhenren knew that all the creatures in this world were rushing over. If he didn't leave, he would be afraid that even he would fall into it.

He glanced at Qingyang, which was still buried half of the body by the yellow sand, and shouted softly: "Let's go."

As the words came to an end, the giant bell in his hand shook, and a sound wave spread out in all directions. The giant bell covered the disciples, shaking the void, turning into a golden light and disappearing in place.

In the wind and sand, the giant snakes tangled together, and a green light flashed, and they melted into a snake. The snake opened its mouth and sucked it, and the flesh and blood of the snakes that were originally shattered were sucked back by it.

The snake's body continued to grow bigger, and finally shrank in a green light and turned into a green-haired woman. The woman's waist was extremely slender. However, her head looked thin and weird.

She looked at the direction that turned into golden light and disappeared, and she felt a little disappointed in her heart that she let them escape. If they left later, they would not be able to leave this time. The purpose of this time was to kill Qingyang, because Qingyang never came back in the black evil world.

If you trap Qingyang and can further attract people from the White Bone Dao Palace in this world, it would be great. This will take the opportunity to eliminate people from the White Bone Dao Palace in this world.

In just a blink of an eye, there was only one clear sun still buried by the wind and sand.

Qingyang naturally saw the departure of Bibo Zhenren. In his opinion, if he was considering the overall situation, leaving would be normal. This was obviously a case against the White Bone Dao Palace.

Many non-human creatures appeared in Qingyang's eyes. They appeared above Qingyang and looked down at Qingyang. In their eyes, Qingyang was already a dead person.

"If you don't kill at this time, then when will you wait?" a voice in the sky said.

"This person dares to break into Moorsha City, so don't kill him first, and you'll be suppressed for a hundred years." Another voice said.

"Yes, let the White Bone Dao Palace redeem it with the Spirit Treasure."

The wind and sand are howling, and no one is seen in the vast world.

Qingyang was buried by yellow sand at some point, and a huge city was pressed on him, the city was named Moorsha City.

The scorching sun shines on the earth, like flames. The creatures in the city don’t know that there is a person under this sand city. However, there is often a sandworm surrounding the city, as if looking for something.

The clear sun was buried in the yellow sand. In his feeling, the yellow sand was swallowing him like an esophagus, constantly swallowing him down, while he kept drilling upwards.

His hands were slid again and again, and his hands were hazy with a layer of glimmer. Wherever his hands were slid, the yellow sand melted like snow and flames. But soon other yellow sand would fill up, and his body was still calming at an extremely slow speed.

Little by little, inch by inch, it kept sinking. Time passed by his hands again and again. Qingyang's heart fell silent again. His heart was completely calm in the sand again and again. Everything else seemed to have been forgotten.

A person's heart can die, then it can sprout again. It will be reborn in the ashes and be reborn.

Qingyang had to reignite the heart fire in his anger at that moment, but it was finally interrupted. This time, in his repeated actions, something seemed to be sprouting in his heart. The feeling brought about by the long-term mediation of good fortune has been entangled in his heart.

This time, what sprouted in his heart was the artistic conception of mediating good fortune. This feeling gradually penetrated into his bone marrow, and fed back to his whole body bit by bit, turning into an instinctive way to merge into his blood

Finally one day, the clear sun no longer sinks towards the endless yellow sand. The powerful suction force was finally dissolved by him. He was like a person who had learned to swim, and he no longer kept sinking in the water.

His hand still did not stop. Finally one day, he began to float upwards. Although the distance was very small, it was floating upwards, not sinking.

Qingyang was still swaying his hands, and even his speed did not change, quiet and lasting.

The sand city pressing on him was spread apart little by little under his hands, and the weight was reduced little by little. It was like a man was pulling down sand little by little from a huge sand mountain, allowing the sand to disappear continuously.

Little upwards and little weight reduction.

Until one day, his hand touched a hard thing. Although it was a hard thing, Qingyang pulled open the hard part and then slashed it. The hard part had been dug out, and a dazzling light came into the hole from the hole. Qingyang's ears heard a burst of exclamation.

He came out of the hole and found that he was in a big city. The moment he appeared, the whole city suddenly became wind and sand, and the wind and sand circled in the city. The houses and insects that originally looked like quickly disappeared in the wind and sand, and could not be seen in the wind and sand.

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

The Golden-winged Worm King appeared, but at the moment he appeared, Qingyang stretched out his hand and slid into the void, and the wind and sand in the void dissipated. He saw him stepping out and he had already arrived at the side of the Golden-winged Worm King. He punched out, and the Golden-winged Worm King flashed by in horror, leaving Qingyang punching the air. Wherever his fists hit, there was a blank space.

His mediation and creation have been integrated into the fist, and one punch makes all the laws in the void disperse. If he hits the Golden-winged Worm King, he will be instantly hit into nothingness.

Qingyang didn't care about the Golden-winged Worm King, but appeared directly outside the city. Looking back, a piece of wind and sand surged from the Moorsha City on the earth. Soon, this piece of wind and sand enveloped the entire Moorsha.

The clear sun fell again, falling from above the nine heavens, head down, and in the process of falling, he punched the city of Moorsha.
Chapter completed!