-A bronze dagger stained with golden blood was nailed to the white grass. No matter how hard it struggled, it was of no use and could not break free at all.

And with every struggle, the dagger will emit golden light, forming a falling force that will continuously suppress it. With every suppression, the shadow will be hit hard again and again.

The black curtain it has transformed into is even more covered with dense dandelions. They are worms inside, and their roots penetrate deep into the body of the shadow, constantly devouring its vitality, and then forcibly assimilate it.

This is why the shadow wails in pain.

At the same time, there were more than ten figures beside the shadow.

They were wearing white robes, standing in the wind and sand, and their specific faces could not be seen. The robes blocked everything and isolated the surrounding wind and sand.

Only white eyes were exposed, looking coldly into the distance.

"Your master, hasn't he come yet?" The cultivator at the front of the crowd glanced at the struggling shadows on the ground. After speaking indifferently, he raised his hand to make a seal and pointed towards the dagger.

Immediately, the dagger nailed to Shadow's body flickered with light and sank an inch further. The dagger penetrated deeper and emitted more golden light. Shadow's screams also became more shrill and painful.

The sound is not nice enough.

Listening to the shadow's cry, the man in white robe remained indifferent and spoke calmly.

Then he raised his hand and was about to continue suppressing it, but at this moment, he seemed to notice something and raised his head and stared at the horizon. More than a dozen companions beside him also noticed it one after another and looked coldly into the distance.

The shadow was also excited and shouted for help.

In the distant world, a black storm suddenly appeared.

It is like the source of pollution, whether it is dandelions or gravel, it will change color instantly after getting close to the storm.

The white dandelions turned black, and so did the gravel. They surrounded the storm and became part of the black storm.

Wherever the storm passed, the white grass suddenly turned black and then withered.

-Coming along the road, like the messenger of death, descending into the world.

When those people in white robes saw this scene, their hearts were shocked.

They were waiting for the master of the shadow. They were originally full of confidence, but now the blackness they saw reminded them instinctively of the legend of the Green Sand Desert.

Everyone's minds suddenly became alert. Even the leading white-robed monk's breath was stagnant, his eyes were serious, staring at the rapidly approaching black storm and the figure of the model lake revealed step by step inside, and shouted: "Come on.

Stop!”.

The storm did not stop, and the figure inside was still approaching with a terrifying aura.

There is also a sound of indifference that does not contain any emotion, like an icy cold wind blowing through the world.
Chapter completed!