The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with doubt.

He was not sure whether his memories were real. If they were true, why did it become like this now?

The bald young man was about to open his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, a burst of yellow sand came. He ate the yellow sand, hurriedly spit out, and spit several mouthfuls of gravel.

"Puff."

The bald young man stroked the corner of his mouth and sighed inwardly: "The sacred tree is about to be nurtured, and the desert environment is getting worse."

The other young people also sighed and agreed.

"There are so many sandstorms recently, and in the past, we could find some water sources in the depths of the desert, but now they have disappeared."

“The desert is even more dangerous.”

"Well, if we encounter a sandstorm, it will be a dead end. Unless the divine tree takes help, it will be impossible to survive."

"Bah, shut up!" The bald young man shouted angrily and stopped him immediately: "Don't say these despicable words, we can't encounter sandstorms. The desert is so big, no-"

The bald young man suddenly trembled and his eyes froze.

In front of his vision, on the edge of the desert, there was a strong storm, like an inverted awl, violently spiraling!

"What, how is that possible?" The bald young man cried and collapsed in despair.

When the other young people looked back, their scalps exploded, and their thinking consciousness fell into the bottomless cold and desperate hell.

despair!

dim!

"Gudong."

The bald young man looked at the sweeping sandstorm and swallowed barely.

The dark yellow sandstorm was not visible above, and it was about a few thousand meters wide on the left and right. Its scale was so huge and its power was so vast that it made them both terrified and collapsed directly.

"No, no!"

"What should we do! We have to find a way and we must never die here!"

Young people burst into tears. In the face of the terrifying sandstorm, their hearts were like a tsunami boiling, and panic and fear filled the audience!

Only middle-aged men.

He was immersed in memories, recalling the illusory and beautiful memories, forgetting the sandstorm, and forgetting life and death.

What's the joy of life?

It's okay to die!

A middle-aged man grinned with joy. In the sweet memories, dying silently was also a kind of happiness.

But other young people never have such a mind.

They were trembling all over and were about to run away frantically, but their legs were weak and they could not take any steps, so they could only be stunned!

At the front edge—

The strong winds and hurricanes are boundless, carrying huge amounts of sand and dust, covering the sky and the sky!

fear!

The ultimate terror almost tore their minds and consciousness apart!

At this moment.

The bald young man's skin trembled wildly and roared wildly. The meaning was unknown, but it injected him with a touch of courage to move!

"Divine Tree!"

"A great sacred tree!"

The bald young man roared wildly, kneeling down little by little, and raised his hands above his head: "Please save us!"

"The great and supreme god—"

In an instant!

The bald young man's voice came to an abrupt end!

By the way, his body also solidified in the posture of not kneeling!

at the same time!

Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam!

A sound of killing and iron-blooded killing, boiling murderous intent echoes in the sky and the earth, and the sky is in all directions, shaking the universe with a sweeping endless shape!

The murderous intent spreads over billions of miles, and the sound of killing shocks the people!

In the desert where the yellow sand is frozen, the middle-aged man raised his eyes one by one, completely speechless and shocked!

The middle-aged man was stunned and shocked with his mouth open!

"What, what?"

"What is he?"

The stiff bodies of many young people seemed to be relieved, but in the next moment, they all turned into a Zun sculpture!

I saw a young man in white walking out of the vast starry sky.

It seemed as if they walked out of the silent scroll, so dazzling and vast that they almost dared not pay attention to it.

He came from the wind in the distant starry sky!

He was like a god who was in the sky, descending to the world!

In their vision, the brilliant and magical young man in white was Fang Cheng who came to the third district of the Qingshu Clan!

Fang Cheng, dressed in white, had a faint eyes and his clothes were moving lightly.

Step out leisurely, the wind is calm and the sand is quiet!

The storm solidifies and the gravel stops!
Chapter completed!