The entire sea of ​​sand is like a breeding ground for monsters. The sand surface keeps arching and breaking, and countless creatures drill out of it. In their soul form, most of them appear a white that is close to nothingness.

Some of the lives are like babies, but they drag their long tails. As soon as they appear, they jump up suddenly, spreading their sharp teeth with tiny triangles, and biting the neck of another creature that had just emerged. However, its body was too small. After biting several soul creatures to death, it was stepped into mud by a giant elephant-like hooves and disappeared quickly. The creature with giant elephant hooves had a lizard-like body. After stepping on the baby with a long tail, it swam rapidly, leaving a series of huge footprints on the fine sand ground.

In the Qihai, the screams of the spirit of the Sword Sutra came out: "This... this is a dragon elephant... Shouldn't this kind of life disappear long ago? The hoof made of its elephant feet is said to be qualified to use only when the messengers of the Kingdom of God travel."

Accompanied by the screams of the spirit of the Sword Sutra, more and more lives arched in the boundless fine sand.

There were several human-shaped lives mixed between countless monsters. They couldn't see their specific appearances clearly, but they flew at high speed, holding weapons, and using sword moves to kill on the wasteland in human-shaped bodies.

A giant corpse man with shackles ran over from a distance, a petal-like monster grew on the ground, killing any nearby creatures, and three monsters flew in the sky like vultures, as if they wanted to avoid war, but another ape-like creature climbed up into the void and directly twisted its three heads like twists.

Inside his body, the screams of the spirit of the Sword Sutra sounded from time to time. It introduced these lives one by one, and its words were shocked.

"This seems to be from the ancient Kuafu clan, but the Kuafu clan had already died in that battle to refine corpse, and I didn't expect to see it here."

"This is the Wuyue Cangqiu. He likes to peck the heart from behind, and its beak can be made into the sharpest hidden weapon."

"This...is this a three-leaf scale fish? It is said that it will produce a colorful scale. If you swallow it, you can instantly bring your realm to a new level..."

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If the perspective passes through the entire desert, it will be a grand scene where the country is unparalleled and the heroes compete together.

And in the brief introduction of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra, Ning Changjiu was also trapped in this melee.

A giant tadpole-like life swam at high speed, with the edge of the soul-like light. It looked very childish, but its mouth was full of serrations that could bite the giant python's neck.

Ning Changjiu pulled out the broken sword around his waist and took out the hard black iron branch. This was the only two self-defense items on his body.

In the broken sword, Xue Yujun protested loudly: "Be careful, don't break the sword."

Ning ignored its life and death for a long time, but poured spiritual power into the sword and made it outline the original outline of the sword.

He used his feet to the side, and after avoiding the impact of the tadpole, he slashed it violently, instantly cutting it in half. Then he used his agility to avoid the ambush of a ground dragon, then he walked around its back, jumped up, threw the sword and stabbed it in the sand. When Ning Changjiu fell, his hilt of the sword hilt, his body jumped up, and cut a feather snake swimming over the sky in half. Then he fell back, pulled out the sword from the desert, leaned forward, drew the sword and swept it across, and cleared out an empty field with the sword energy.

"I understand!" The Spirit of the Sword Sutra shouted: "These are creatures that have died in this desert, and now they are awakened again!"

"Many of the people who are qualified to die here are close relatives of gods, and divine blood flows in their bodies..." Ning Changjiu also thought of this.

No wonder every life that appears here is so ancient and mysterious. Any of them reappeared in the outside world is enough to cause a great shock. If they were not as dead spirits now, Ning Changjiu would not be able to kill them so easily. If those lives want to continue to exist, they must kill any nearby lives, but this will also consume their power a lot. No one knows what kind of evil things exist on this wasteland.

Ning set up sword domains for a long time to block the creatures from approaching.

The "moon" in the sky is moving downward.

This hourglass-like space does not seem to rotate around the center, but rotates around the bottom as the center. In this way, every time the hourglass is reversed, the entire space will travel a distance... Where is it going?

All kinds of questions were filled with my heart. Because the world was constantly flipping, many spells that would never be able to be used in an unstable space.

He had no choice but to use his body skills to keep moving and slashing out a sword from time to time.

Life still had soul-like shapes in this desert was gushing out, but they died at an extremely fast speed. The soul light that disappeared was like a beacon fire everywhere. In a short time, the weaker creatures on the entire desert were almost slaughtered.

"I see!"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra started shouting loudly again.

"Say!" Ning Changjiu said bluntly.

The voice of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra was a little frightened, "I have a memory of the origin! About... well, my origin."

"What's your origin?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said proudly: "As human beings, your humble life, the memories of your birth and infancy are blank, but I am different. Even after I am born, I can still recall some things that happened when I was not born, that is, the past when this scroll of Sword Sutra was born."

Ning Changjiu penetrated the throat of a giant ape with a sword, twisted the sword and stirred it, then suddenly jumped up, grabbed the back of the giant ape's neck, swung it out, and smashed it towards an ant colony that was crawling densely with legionaries.

He shook his wrist and used his spiritual energy to fill the gap in the sword edge again, and removed towards the thinner edge of the soul, saving as much effort as possible.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra: "Do you know how the original and most profound sword technique was created?"

Ning Changjiu was too lazy to answer him, but he would always keep saying it himself.

Sure enough, the Spirit of the Sword Sutra waited for a while and couldn't wait for the answer, and said to himself: "At that time, the ancestor selected a hundred dead soldiers with good cultivation, and asked each of them to practice a different sword sutra. After three years, they would throw them into the barren mountain together, and only one person could survive. That person's sword technique is the most powerful and most conducive to killing. This is the real sword technique! Instead of being fancy and flashy like now, it is really worse than the previous generation!"

The Sword Sutra paused and said proudly: "The swordsman killed all the competitors back then, and every person he killed had only one wound. The sword technique that man used was the Tianyu Sword Sutra!"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra wanted to laugh proudly and raise his courage, but was afraid of disturbing the golden crow that was still sleeping in the purple palace, so he just smiled dryly and said, "Now the battle in this desert should be the strongest one... Only the strongest one can live to the end!"

Ning Changjiu said: "Is this raising a Gu?"

"It can also be said." The Spirit of the Sword Sutra nodded, but always felt that this statement was lacking in momentum.

"That means, someone is manipulating us?" Ning Changjiu asked.

This statement is a bit scary.

It can trigger the god-blooded creatures all over the desert to fight endlessly, so how powerful should that person be?

"Headless God?" The spirit of the Sword Sutra frowned.

It's better to be sure for a long time.

According to Mrs. Bai, the headless god had long died, and she was a creature derived from some divine bones.

But if it weren't for the headless god, who could have created such a realm that contains the law of time? The moon was constantly descending and expanding in vision.

The battle between the desert is even more tragic, and the whole world will fall into another space soon.

"Uncle Ning, Uncle Ning, that bird seems to be a Red Feather Falcon. It is considered a close relative of the Fire Phoenix clan. If you meet a relative in a foreign land, the uncle will not stay with him..." Before the Hong Yujun finished speaking, Ning stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the big bird that was swooping down, pinched it hard, and then stabbed it directly with a sword to break the belly.

Xue Yujun thought that this was definitely killing the chicken to warn the chicken, and it immediately stopped talking in disappointment.

The souls that killed nearby lives all ran towards the "moon", as if they wanted to rush over when the moon came to the horizon, like a carp rushing over the dragon gate.

This is the instinct of life here, and in a sense it is also the embodiment of the law.

Ning had no hesitation for a long time, and followed the steps of those souls, chasing towards the hollow moon.

Then, Ning Changjiu stopped.

He saw a giant python-like body arching high in the darkness.

The black giant python turned his head and looked in his direction.

"Nine Infants..." Ning Changjiu instantly recognized his identity.

It actually appeared in front of itself again in this desert in a dead state.

In the darkness, such a huge shadow always makes people scared to see it. The sword scripture in the body also took a breath and cursed: "The baby's soul will not dissipate."

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On the caisson like an umbrella, the colorful paintings and reliefs are gorgeous and exquisite, and the layers of brackets extend outwards precisely. The colorful scrolls are illuminated by the lights and are covered with a layer of bright luster, deep and beautiful.

Under the caisson is a classical palace.

The palace was not luxurious, and the center was empty. There were even many inscriptions and stone tablets erected in an inappropriate manner, with different divine beasts hanging on the stone tablets.

But compared with the desolation of the entire city, this elegant and solemn palace is particularly eye-catching, like a pearl left by the gods.

A group of people came outside the palace.

In the crowd, men and women stood in two rows. The man was wearing pure black clothes and the woman was wearing pure white skirts. In the middle, a girl in white clothes and black skirt walked into the hall along the crowd.

The girl's upbringing looked very good. She only looked sixteen or seventeen. At this moment, she lowered her head slightly, her eyebrows were quiet and noble, and her steps were neither too fast nor too slow. She came to a stone door in the center of the hall. Then she knelt down on the cushion in front of the door, folding her hands together.

A man with a blue-white face walked out of it and recited a passage of scripture.

Then everyone prayed for the girl together.

Today is the big day for Duanjie City.

When every royal girl is adult, she must summon a powerful creature from the time abyss to resist the mutant demons invading outside the city.

Their agreed age for adulthood is seventeen.

The girl put her hands together, and her beautiful face looked very calm and confident.

Everyone gave her high hopes.

But there was another storm in the girl's heart.

"Help..."

"Oh, my mother asked me to pretend for so many years, but I can't stand it anymore..."

"Where did I get the royal bloodline? If you let this god die, I can't summon me..."

"Wuwuwu, I have cheated them for so many years. After being exposed today, my mother and I will definitely be hanged together..."

"There are so many people who love me... who can save me..."
Chapter completed!