The sky-wide wind and sand blocked out the sun and swept away many living things in the lower world. The yellow sand trapped inside was as sharp as a knife. The creatures in the lower world who had no time to escape were killed by the yellow sand in the blink of an eye.

This scene fell in the eyes of the monks and only made them feel fear.

The sun was swallowed up, and the yellow sand appeared again.

The entire lower realm is wrapped in deep despair, and everyone is worried about their future.

Fortunately, the yellow sand is not unstoppable, but it is too difficult to block the all-pervasive sand. A Nascent Soul monk can only block it for half a day, but how many Nascent Soul monks are there in the entire lower world?

What frightened them even more was that the sandstorm was getting stronger and stronger. However, in just one day, the power of the sandstorm changed again and again. The two monks who initially blocked the sandstorm were almost unable to withstand it.

Already.

Sang Zheng, who had seen all this, was panicked: "If the current situation continues to change, I'm afraid no one of us can stop this wind and sand."

Not long ago, one Nascent Soul cultivator could stop him for a while, but now two Nascent Soul cultivators are no longer enough!

And that’s not all, this wind and sand swallowed up not only vitality, but also spiritual energy!

When several Nascent Soul monks withstood the wind and sand and just wanted to take a rest to replenish their spiritual energy, they found that the spiritual energy around them was very thin.

This really shouldn't be the case. After all, after the five small worlds were integrated, the aura of the lower world became inexplicably richer.

If the spiritual energy before today was so rich that it could be absorbed in just one breath, then today's spiritual energy was so thin that they could not accumulate it even through meditation and guidance.

The monks are not afraid of anything else, but they are afraid of losing their spiritual energy. If they lose their spiritual energy, how can they practice? Wouldn't they be no different from ordinary people?

This result made all the powerful people present feel troubled, and the sect master Wan Daosheng also showed an unprecedented ugly expression: "This wind and sand are coming strangely, and I don't know what caused it. We can't block it like this at all. We can't do it."

Fighting with wind and sand all your life? I think we still have to find out the reason for the birth of wind and sand."

That's what they say, but it's not easy to find out the truth. They still don't know how the demons disappeared and where Fengsha was born.

And the sun in the sky, when will it return to normal?

Just when the powerful people gathered together to discuss, a voice suddenly interrupted them: "The wind and sand were created by the devil."

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the place where the sound came from. From the dark corner of the room, a figure gradually became clearer.

His appearance is considered to be handsome, but the magic lines on his face give people a sense of fear.

The monks present were all powerful and had a very keen sense of demonic energy. The moment this mysterious man appeared, they had already felt the strong demonic energy coming from him.

This is a demonic energy that even those high-level demons cannot match!

A group of people immediately became alert, and some who hated demons wanted to attack him immediately.

But in the end they were stopped by Sang Zheng and Jiulian.

"Jiang Zhuoxue?" Sang Zheng called the other person uncertainly. He had known this child for a long time, so even though his appearance had changed drastically, he could still recognize him.

Jiang Zhuoxue let out a breath after hearing her name.

His mood was quite complicated, but he still admitted obediently: "It's me, uncle."

Jiang Zhuoxue walked out of the corner and said, "Uncle, long time no see."

It's been a long time since we last saw each other, but in fact it's only been more than half a year, but too many things have happened in these days, and the peace and calmness when we last met seemed like a lifetime ago.

Sang Zheng was shocked when he saw his current appearance: "How did you become like this? What happened to you? Also, where is my son Sang Ying?"

"Uncle, don't worry, Sang Ying is fine. She is busy killing the demon god now." After Jiang Zhuoxue finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at himself, "As for me, I'm fine too."

Sang Zheng didn't believe him at all. What did he mean by "it's not bad"? How could he be better like this?

And the Demon God, why was it his daughter who went to kill him?

Sang Zheng wanted to ask something more, but the head of the Jimo clan interrupted him: "What is this demon god? Can you tell us about it?"

The head of the Jimo family had heard about Jiang Zhuoxue from his son before, so he had a pretty good impression of him. Now that he saw that he was full of demonic aura, the head of the Jimo family was a little wary, but he was still willing to listen to what he had to say.

Of course Jiang Zhuoxue would not hide it from these people. When he separated from Sang Ying and went to the monk camp to help, he realized that something was wrong with the situation.

He is now considered a demon, so when Gu Huaiwei began to absorb demonic energy wantonly, he was the first to be affected.

If Jiang Zhuoxue hadn't been powerful enough, the demonic energy from him would have been taken away as well.

However, in order to resist Gu Huaiwei's power, he could only temporarily give up on his way, which was why he delayed finding him until now.

After listening to Jiang Zhuoxue's words, Sang Zheng was the first to jump up: "What are you talking about, that demon god has the same face as Gu Huaiwei?!"

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the fact that his daughter had now reached the level of a demigod. His mind was completely occupied by this matter.

How could it be possible? Gu Huaiwei would have died long ago.

Except for a few people in the group who didn't know who Gu Huaiwei was, the rest of them had pale faces, as if they had seen a ghost. In other words, even if they had seen a ghost, their expressions would not be so ugly.

"It's no longer important what that man looks like. What's important is that he has become a demon. It will be very difficult to kill him. We can't just wait for Sang Ying to rescue us. We should also find ways to find Huangsha ourselves.

The reason for the appearance." Jiang Zhuoxue quickly shifted everyone's attention to the key point.

So Sang Zheng and the others could only temporarily suppress the doubts in their hearts and put all their thoughts on this yellow sand.

Because Jiang Zhuoxue came from outside, he knew better than them where the storm started.

He didn't believe that the sandstorm could be so simple, so he suggested taking people to the source of the sandstorm to have a look.

Although the wind and sand will absorb vitality and spiritual energy, he is a demon. Jiang Zhuoxue has already tried it, and his demonic energy is enough to restrain the strange power of this wind and sand.

There is no wind and sand at the source of the storm, and what is left is just a lifeless wilderness. Although there is still danger, at least it is better than continuing to do nothing in the camp.

So, preparations for this matter were quickly made.
Chapter completed!