Huhu~
The wind started to pick up, and the gravel on the ground was picked up by the wind and hit like a storm, hitting the tent hard and making a snapping sound.
In front of the Ghost Gate camp, the originally bright and white sky suddenly turned extremely dark yellow, and the "flying sand yellow cloth" rising from the ground was like an endless solid city wall, stretching hundreds of miles across and roaring towards them.
During this period, rolling gravel flew down from it, and the gravel on the ground was involved in it, flowing upstream, like an endless waterfall flying down from the sky.
As the storm continued to approach, the flying gravel also increased significantly. Its power was like a steel knife, enough to penetrate a large cloth tent.
Zi Yang looked at the deserted city wall rising suddenly in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he said solemnly: "This is..."
Pei Yuan swallowed and said with difficulty: "Sandstorm!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a whooshing sound, and Zhufeng was hit by a larger piece of gravel in front of his forehead. He didn't even feel the pain, and blood spattered out.
Seeing the powerful sandstorm, Qilong knew that he could not escape, so he could only resist with all his strength, which might reduce casualties. He shouted loudly: "Quick, quick, quick, quick, gather strength to resist the sandstorm."
When the disciples of the Ghost Sect heard his shouts, their panic expression instantly decreased a lot, but before the fluid power in their bodies could be released, the sky in front of them was already occupied by hundreds of spiritual source stones.
When they looked back, hundreds more Spirit Source Stones flew out. Then, the Spirit Source Stones that were originally scattered everywhere began to gradually connect together. Soon, formation patterns were formed, and a large formation fell from the sky. Forming a strong barrier, blocking all the flying gravel.
Lu Yu stood in front of the Spirit Clan disciples with a calm expression, and behind him stood five Spirit Clan disciples in the Reincarnation Realm. Obviously, the formation was set up by the five of them.
Jia Juesheng lightly punched Zhufeng's arm and said proudly, "See? I taught you this."
The wound as big as a thumb on Zhufeng's forehead was still oozing blood. He held a piece of cloth to cover his forehead. Blood beads fell along the tip of his nose. He bared his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, okay, you're great, you're great. I'm a little dizzy at the moment." I’m dizzy, hurry up and find me some medicine.”
"Just wait, I'll go right now." When Jia Juesheng saw that the formation had been formed, he walked towards Qilong without hesitation. In terms of big issues, the little dispute between him and Zhufeng could be completely ignored.
After he took a few steps, Zhufeng's consciousness gradually blurred and his body fell backward. Pei Yuan quickly took a few steps forward and supported him.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The gravel hit the barrier. Brothers Qilong and Qiliang were only focused on the injured Ghost Sect disciple and did not immediately go over to say thank you.
"The sandstorm is coming soon. I'm worried that this formation may be shattered. Please be careful." After Lu Yu warned, he sat cross-legged on the ground alone, with no intention of taking action.
The Spirit Clan disciples nodded one after another, with their solemn faces and resolute eyes, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Once the formation is smashed, they will be greeted by billions of flying sand. At such a close distance, their whole bodies will be riddled with holes in the sand and buried forever under the barren sand.
Lu Yu did not choose to help them, firstly to test their ability to adapt to changes, and secondly to hone their character.
Xiaohai held the kettle in his hand and walked towards Ziyang step by step. Fei Xiaoyuan followed him and also walked towards Ziyang.
Zi Yang saw the two little guys coming over, squatted down, smiled and said to them, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
"Zi Yang, they're fine, I'm fine." Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Zhufeng felt dizzy and his consciousness was a little unclear, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
Zi Yang smiled, turned around and walked towards Qiu Qianqian behind him, pulled out her waist knife and said, "I'll lend you my waist knife."
Pei Yuan looked puzzled and said, "Zi Yang, what are you going to do?"
Zi Yang came to the two of them, took Zhufeng from Pei Yuan's hand, and then laid him flat on the ground.
Zhufeng seemed to have thought of something. As he spoke, Ziyang waved the scimitar in his hand, and blood flowed from his palm.
He stuck the scimitar on the ground, held the back of Zhufeng's neck with one hand, put the bleeding palm of the other in front of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Come on, drink."
Zhufeng opened his mouth and let the blood flow into his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. He regretted very much at this moment why he said that sentence just now.
If it hadn't been for his words, Ziyang would not have hurt himself at the expense of allowing him to recover as soon as possible.
He will always remember this silent friendship in his heart, and will never forget it, and it is impossible to forget it.
"Coming, coming." Jia Juesheng held a few pills in his hand. When he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately fell silent and just kept staring at the two of them.
When Ziyang stood up, Qiu Qianqian immediately ran over and bandaged the wound on his palm with a piece of cloth.
Seeing that she was angry, Zi Yang smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
"Are you okay?! Your face is pale and you still say you're okay!" Qiu Qianqian was so angry that she didn't even look at him and said angrily.
Zi Yang smiled slightly and said: "It will be fine in a while, it will be fine in a while, you don't have to worry about me."
Jia Juesheng glanced at the scimitar stuck on the ground. The blood marks on the blade had not solidified yet, and then turned his eyes to Pei Yuan and others: "What... what's going on?"
After Zhufeng drank Ziyang's blood, not only was his consciousness no longer confused, but the wound on his forehead was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pei Yuan ignored Jia Juesheng. He pulled out the scimitar on the ground, dipped his fingers into the blood on the blade, then put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. His pupils suddenly widened and he gave Zi Yang a meaningful look. Not much to say.
He had studied many medicinal herbs in the mine and was extremely sensitive to the smell of certain medicines, but he could not smell any scent related to medicinal herbs in Ziyang's blood.
However, his blood is different from ordinary people's blood. Even after a long time, the temperature of the blood on the blade is still as hot as a blazing flame.
Although Zhufeng's injuries were well, his face was extremely ugly. He forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I'm much more awake now."
The sky above everyone's heads suddenly darkened. Hua Yao looked at the approaching storm, her beautiful eyes slightly wrinkled, and said: "It's about to hit the formation."
Several people turned their heads and looked at the rapidly coming sandstorm, and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
After a burst of chaotic noises, the formation did not suffer much damage and successfully blocked Sandstorm's attack.
Everyone looked at the vast flying sand outside the formation, rushing past like a tidal wave, and half of their worries were relieved.
Of course, this is just the beginning, and the raging sandstorms are still continuing.
Zhufeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It finally stopped..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp click sound, followed by a gust of cold wind. He shivered with fright and slowly moved his eyes towards the formation.
I saw that the formation lines in front of me had been destroyed, the formation had cracked several cracks, and red and blue liquid energy flowed along the formation lines.
Upon seeing this, the Spirit Clan disciples immediately threw the Spirit Source Stone to repair the damaged formation patterns.
However, just as the lines on this side were repaired to prevent the liquid energy from pouring outward, several holes were opened on the other side of the formation by a sandstorm.
Lu Yu felt the cold wind blowing across his face, and slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the small and small groups of spiritual disciples scattered throughout the formation, who were extremely anxious to repair the formation patterns.
He looked back at the Spirit Clan disciples standing behind him and said, "They are too busy. You need a few more people to help them repair the formation pattern."
He gave an order, and dozens of Spirit Clan disciples joined the team repairing the formation patterns.
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Pei Yuan looked at the busy Ling clan people and couldn't help but ask Jia Juesheng, "Why don't you go and help them?"
Jia Juesheng looked at the formation patterns that were reconnected and said calmly: "They can do it. I believe they can successfully complete the task of repairing the formation."
"Zi Yang, does the wound on your hand still hurt?" Qiu Qian held Zi Yang's injured palm with her pale white hands and asked with concern and consideration.
Zi Yang placed his palm on her soft, boneless hand, patted it gently, and said, "This little injury is nothing. You don't need to worry so much."
Qiu Qianqian said without hesitation in front of everyone: "You are my husband, and I should care for you. By the way, what do you want to eat? I will cook it for you right now."
"No, I'm not hungry." Zi Yang stared at the well-behaved and docile Qiu Qianqian and said warmly.
Zhufeng looked at the two people who were inseparable, then looked back at Hua Yao who was calm and composed, and said in shock: "Ziyang, you don't really want the rain and dew to get wet, do you?"
"Don't forget Xian Qingyun, he looks like he is lacking in yang energy. He is completely..."
A cold gaze was directed at Zhufeng. He smiled awkwardly, changed the topic and said, "Ziyang, you are so lucky to have Miss Qianqian and Miss Huayao at the same time, oh! It's really disappointing. I'm jealous."
"Zi Yang, this..." Pei Yuan was also a little shocked. He didn't expect that he would take in two girls in two days, but he was surprised. It was hard for him to give advice on this kind of matter.
Jia Juesheng saw the close look between Zi Yang and Qiu Qianqian and frowned: "Zi Yang, I don't care about anything else. In short, you can't wrong Hua Yao."
Before Zi Yang could speak, Hua Yao took the lead and said with a smile: "He will not wrong me. On the contrary, he thinks about everything for me. I am very pleased."
After hearing Hua Yao's sonorous and powerful words, Jia Juesheng opened his mouth slightly, but could not say a word.
He believed that he would not see the wrong person, and Hua Yao would not see the wrong person either. Now that she has made her choice, if she continues to talk, it will be his fault.
Qiu Qianqian's pair of fair and tender slender jade hands tightly grasped Ziyang's hands, and she stared at him with her charming eyes and smiled.
