Fatty Sha's expression froze for a moment.

This was the first time he heard a grave intruder say such words to him.

"Boy... do you know what you are talking about?"

A terrifying aura erupted from Fatty Sha's body. It was an aura belonging to the high-level Tianyuan level. The yellow sand on the surrounding earth was attracted by this aura and surged into the sky, forming an extremely terrifying sandstorm.

Fatty Sha was like the king of yellow sand, staring at An Bulang.

An Bulang did not shy away, but also looked at Fatty Sha in front of him, and said calmly: "This is not what I said, but the big characters on the door of King Bai's tomb said this. I am just implementing King Bai's ideas

That’s it. Or do you think the rules you set are more effective than the rules set by King Bai?”

Fatty Sha's momentum froze when he heard these words, as if he was choked.

"Okay, if you have the ability, just take it..." Fatty Sha suddenly laughed, opened his arms, and his momentum surged again, rushing towards An Bulang, and laughed, "I am the king who protects the rules of this place.

Boy, do you have what it takes to defeat me?"

"Yes." An Bulang nodded decisively.

"Crazy!" Fatty Sha suddenly shouted.

boom!

A terrifying sandstorm tornado fell from the sky, hitting An Bulang's head and completely engulfing An Bulang's body. The power of the wild sandstorm even scraped a large pit in the yellow sand earth.

Fatty Sha originally wanted to use his strong coercion to scare the young Xiao Xiu, but he didn't expect that Xiao Xiu was still rude, so he didn't mind giving this young Xiu a lesson he would never forget.

"You ignorant boy, even if I can kill you in the Tianyuan realm, if you dare to mess with me, be prepared to be killed by me!" Fatty Sha's smile turned ferocious, and he linked his hands to make a sandstorm roll in.

The power surged again, crushing the young man at the center of the storm.

If he were a monk at the Naling level, he would be crushed into minced flesh at this moment.

But Fatty Sha could sense that the boy at the center of the storm was still alive, so he couldn't help but increase his strength again.

At this moment, a drop of water seemed to fall from the sky and landed on Fatty Sha's head.

"Huh? This is..." Fatty Sha was stunned and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, extreme danger enveloped his whole body.

That's what death feels like!

The field of vision suddenly turned blue.

"Stab it!"

Severe pain came from his head, and extreme coldness surged throughout his body.

The water droplets suddenly surged to form terrifying blue ice spikes, which penetrated his head from top to bottom!

"A dripping glacier can condense everything." The young man's voice came from the storm.

The young man in white clothes passed through the sandstorm unscathed. Looking at Fatty Sha who was pierced by ice thorns, he shook his head: "You are still too weak after all..."

Fatty Sha seemed to still be conscious, and his eyes showed a look of fear and begging for mercy, but the frost was centered on Fatty Sha's head and spread mercilessly towards all parts of his body.

Immortal magic drips from the glacier, although it is not supported by immortal energy, but with just a ray of true meaning, it can explode with supreme power.

However, this move is very laborious.

An Bulang could only use it once in order to show off.

"Now, do you think I have the ability to take these treasures?" An Bulang asked calmly.

Fatty Sha frantically mobilized the power in his body, desperately squeezing out the remaining strength, and finally overcame the extreme cold and freezing.

Nod!

When An Bulang saw Fatty Sha who had surrendered, he smiled slightly and waved with one hand.

Ice spikes melt.

Fatty Sha fell from the sky and landed on the ground, almost breaking his body.

"Huh...huhuhu..." As if he could finally take a breath, Fatty Sha kept taking deep breaths. His roly-poly body made him stand up automatically, but what he saw was the young man's kind smile.

Fatty Sha was so frightened that he almost couldn't breathe: "You...who are you? How could the academy allow a monster like you to enter the Tomb of the White King? This is unreasonable!"

An Bulang was startled when he heard this.

Is the academy aware of the matter about King Bai’s Tomb?

From what the fat man said, it seems that he has some kind of ulterior cooperation with the Tomb of the White King?

An Bulang became a little interested: "Next, I want you to release your own essence and blood, and make a series of Taoist oaths, otherwise I will kill you now."

Fatty Sha's body trembled: "Don't try to threaten me with these things. I am born as a member of the White King's Tomb, and die as a ghost of the White King's Tomb..."

A long sword was suddenly placed on Fatty Sha's neck.

"Sorry, if I kill you, you can't even be considered a ghost."

An Bulang looked at Fatty Sha, his eyes turned golden, and he said indifferently.

Fatty Sha and An Bulang looked at each other, feeling an unspeakable terror for no reason...

"But...but I don't have my life essence and blood..." Fatty Sha suddenly said softly.

"How can a living creature not have its own essence and blood?" An Bulang looked surprised.

"I only have Sha, the essence of my life..." Fatty Sha said.

An Bulang looked a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand and said: "I have an idea, come up with it!"

Fatty Sha spit out a small piece of golden sand from his mouth.

An Bulang outlined ancient golden curse seals in the void. It was the Yang Yan Heart Curse that he had previously cast on Tian Ge and others. It could be implanted into the opponent's body, allowing him to burn him to death if he violated his oath!

The curse seal merged with the sand, and then merged into Fatty Sha's body.

Under An Bulang's guidance, Fatty Sha made a Taoist oath of hundreds of words. The fat man lost several pounds after struggling with it, so An Bulang let Fatty Sha go.

"Fat Sha, what do you know about the relationship between Bai Ling Imperial College and the Tomb of King Bai? Tell me everything." After doing all this, An Bulang finally showed his fangs.

"This... my name is not Fatty Sha." Fatty Sha said with an aggrieved look, "I do have a name, and it's a nice name. My name is Shabi."

An Bulang: "???"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly: "I still think Fatty Sha sounds better..."

Fatty Sha shook his head stubbornly: "I don't care, you have to call me Shabi!"

He hates it most when people call him fat.

This was the first time An Bulang had seen such an excessive request, but he still decided to satisfy the other party and nodded: "Okay, idiot, can you answer the question I asked above?"

Shabi said frankly: "We were the followers of King Bai during his lifetime. I don't know anything about the cooperation between King Bai's tomb and Bai Ling Empire Academy. The only thing I know is that in the long years, young practitioners will continue to enter Bai Ling."

The king's tomb, and what I have to do is to use sand soldiers and generals to hinder them. Once they break through the siege, I will give them a chance to win a magic weapon..."

An Bulang was a little disappointed after hearing this, as he thought Shabi didn't know anything.

It was impossible for Shabi to lie, because when he swore an oath before, he had already sworn not to lie to An Bulang.

"Okay, then I'll get the magic weapon." An Bulang glanced at the halo of light wrapped in the magic weapon floating not far away, and said, "You remove these halos."

Sabi continued to shake his head: "I will not withdraw. This was not caused by me... There are restrictions left by King Bai on it. Only if the existence is recognized by the magic weapon and the aperture shines actively, can I have the authority to open the aperture."

"Is that so? If I want to obtain the magic weapon, I must first release my blood essence and let the magic weapon recognize me?" An Bulang said, stroking his chin.

"That's right." Shabi said, shaking his round body.

He was still a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, this was the restriction left by King Bai, so the magic weapon in front of him would not be emptied by An Bulang.

After all, these magic weapons have eccentric personalities and have very high vision. How can they bow down to a strong man just because of his blood? It would be great if more than a dozen magic weapons recognize An Bulang.

Just as Shabi was thinking this, An Bulang had already thrown out his blood essence.

Suddenly, all the magic weapon apertures shine brightly!

All the magic weapons trembled crazily, and the trembling sounds of each magic weapon gathered together and broke through the sky, as if shouting: Choose me! Choose me! Choose me!!!

Sabi was dumbfounded and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

What's happening here?

Why are all the magic weapons moving?

Why do even those extremely arrogant Xuan-level magic weapons become violent without exception?

Is this boy so popular?

Shabi turned his attention to An Bulang and said with difficulty: "You... what the hell is going on..."

An Bulang was very satisfied with the results in front of him. He did not answer Shabi's words, but smiled and said: "How is it? The aperture is bright. Do you have the authority to open the aperture?"

Sabi felt that the boy in front of him was the devil!

He had never seen a being that could make all magic weapons go crazy with just a drop of blood essence, not even the White King. His three views were shattered to pieces at this moment.

"Shabi! Why are you still in a daze? Open the aperture!" An Bulang said with an impatient expression.
To be continued...