In front of this brilliant light, whether it was the dark black light curtain of Lord Bao, or the dark light of Lord Yin Ming, and even the original noon sunlight in the sky, they were all eclipsed at this moment.

Only this brilliant light remained, as if to sweep away all the dirt and envelop the entire sky in peace.

There was silence all around, there was not a single sound, and even the air seemed to be infected, conveying a kind of refreshing tranquility.

Lord Yin Ming, Lord Bao, Jin Dasheng, including Yichen, all entered a dormant state at this moment.

Before the blink of an eye, there was a rumour, but now it is calm, and everyone seems to have a strange dream unconsciously.

This brilliant light, without the slightest coercion, did not even cause air fluctuations, came silently, and it seemed that it had never appeared at all.

Everything was in a haze, Yichen was like a dream, but his mind suddenly became clear.

"May there be no boundless power to save all sentient beings. ”

A fluttering sentence came from nowhere, but it shook the hearts of everyone present.

With this sentence, the bright light gradually divided into four parts, and inadvertently, the four people present were invisibly separated.

No one resisted, no one questioned, but one by one they obediently followed the bright light and let it be dominated.

Great wish!

Although he didn't see a figure, Yichen knew that the one who spoke and the one who released this bright light were the same, and he was the Great Wish Master.

In the underground of the land of corpses, Yichen once saw the Great Wish Master, and Doom was the wish of the Great Wish Master in his life, and the biggest goal was to exhaust all the ghosts in the ghost domain.

Even when he encountered a militant like Fei Tian, Da Yuan did not tire of it, and repeatedly recited scriptures for him to eliminate his anger.

At the critical juncture of Yichen's life and death, there was a great wish to come to the rescue, and it seemed that he could get out of danger safely.

Yichen was overjoyed, relaxed, and suddenly fell into a state of confusion, and with the boundless power of willingness, he left the ghost domain in a trance.

Singo Desert.

The sun is shining and the heat wave is pressing.

Bang-bang-bang--In the blazing sun, in the void, there are two battle commanders at the peak of the powerhouse, who are fighting inextricably.

The young man in white, holding a long sword in his hand, his figure was erratic, and the wind blades composed of battle qi spread out on the body of the sword.

The sword light flashed, and the wind blade was forested, cutting the sunlight into countless shining pieces, dazzling the dozens of people watching the battle on the ground.

Another young man in a purple robe did not use weapons, but just flew up and down with a pair of fleshy palms.

Bursts of rich battle qi, turning into gusts of wind, mixed with huge coercion, sucked the surrounding air into the wind.

Violent ripples of energy, like a fierce beast, raged in the void, rubbing violently against the air, stirring up sparks.

The two sides went back and forth, and did not fight hand-to-hand, but each used their own unique skills, fighting in a space nearly 100 meters apart.

It seems that these two have been entangled for a long time, and the speed of attack and defense has gradually slowed down.

The clothes were soaked with sweat and clinged tightly to the body, and only when the war spirit was agitated, would the clothes occasionally lift up and sway slightly in the air.

"Senior Brother Xiahou, do you want everyone to go together? To deal with such a treacherous villain, there is no need to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

One of the spectators on the ground shouted into the air.

Obviously, in their opinion, although Senior Brother Xiahou was not defeated, he did not have the strength to capture the opponent alive.

"No, I don't. Senior Brother Xiahou slashed out a palm out of thin air, and when the young man in white responded, he responded: "Wang Feng, see if there are any of his comrades nearby." ”

"Hmph! Meng does have a brother, but he is not a fellow party, but is in a coma, and his life and death are still uncertain. ”

The young man in white snorted coldly from his nose, and seemed to be very disdainful of Senior Brother Xiahou:

"Besides, I was kind enough to give you water to drink, but you framed and poisoned me, and I will take revenge, if my brother has any three strengths and two weaknesses, Meng and you are incompatible!"

A sword light flashed, and the young man in white was furious, and he displayed his cultivation strength almost without reservation.

Well done!

Senior Brother Xiahou did not show weakness, his palms interlaced in the air, and a bright gas was released from his palms.

Xuan Ruo's palm--As Senior Brother Xiahou's palms were pushed out, the bright gas turned into a crystal clear dragon.

opened his big mouth and bit down on the white-clothed young man's wind blade.

Wow~~ The two energies met, and the strong light in the sky flashed, and the calm was restored in an instant.

The dragon and the wind blade all disappeared, and only the two young men were staring at each other.

"You have clearly poisoned the water, causing my four junior brothers to be in danger, and you dare to quibble!"

Senior Brother Xiahou shouted angrily, but there was no pause in his hand, and he continued to brew a new round of offensive.

"The skin was given to me by someone else, and the water was poured by my own hands by a spring, and it could not be poisonous. ”

The young man in white explained while coping: "We don't know each other, we have no grudges and no hatred, how can Meng be a sinister villain." It must be that you yourself have ingested some poison by mistake, but you have come to wronged Meng. ”

There were four juniors on the other side, and it was true that they drank the water in their own skin bags before they suddenly fell unconscious and foamed at the mouth.

But the young man in white didn't think that the water was poisonous at all, so he naturally refused to admit that he was the one who poisoned it.

"Nonsense, my Xuantian Sect is famous and upright, and the world is famous, how can I wronged a good person for no reason?"

Senior Brother Xiahou competed against each other, and he was righteous and strict.

"Wait...... Are you a disciple of Xuantian Sect?" Hearing this, the young man in white slightly restrained his battle aura and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I, Xiahou Mountain, the core disciple of Xuantian Sect, and the following are all disciples of Xuantian Sect, so they are fake. ”

Seeing that the other party had reined in his battle spirit, Xiahou Shan did not take advantage of the situation to approach, and also let go of his palms slightly: "Who are you instructed to be the enemy of Xuantian Sect?"

"No wonder you don't want to win more than less, it turns out that you are really a disciple of Xuantian Sect. ”

The young man in white simply withdrew his long sword, slowly lowered his figure from the air, clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly:

"In Xia Meng Jianwen, he is the deputy general of General Zhendong of the Sat Kingdom, if Brother Xiahou doesn't mind, it is better for us to make a truce first, and it is important to save people. ”

Meng Jianwen felt that his idea was too back, Yichen's problem had not been solved, and seeing that Xiahou Shan and the others were hungry and thirsty, he kindly gave water, but inexplicably formed a bond with Xuantian Sect.

Fighting with Yichen, Jin Qi was defeated, and Yichen casually threw out the wine jar, and the weak water in it automatically leaked out, squeezing Jin Qi into powder.

And Meng Jianwen was also invaded by a stream of weak water, and after experiencing painful torture, he was pleased to find that his cultivation strength had been further improved.

Although it has not yet reached the level of breaking through the strong of the Battle King, it feels much stronger than the peak powerhouse of the average Battle Commander.

Originally wanting to learn from Yichen to confirm and stabilize some of his own cultivation, Dream Sword Wen got up from the sand in a hurry.

But he saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

The weak water in the wine jar, except for a part that invaded Meng Jianwen's body, most of the rest, not a drop left, was forcibly poured into Yichen's body.

During this period, Yichen's various painful expressions, Meng Jianwen saw it in his eyes, and while sweating for Yichen, he also hoped that Yichen could smoothly absorb the weak water.

However, after a long period of torture, Yichen did not successfully absorb the weak water as Meng Jianwen imagined, but after struggling, he fell into a coma.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a little breath left, Meng Jianwen would really think that Yichen had been robbed of life by the weak water.

In this vast Singo Desert, the heaven should not be called the earth, and Meng Jianwen has no place to find someone to diagnose and treat Yichen.

He had seen Yichen's various methods, and Meng Jianwen believed that Yichen would not lose his life easily.

But for now, Meng Jianwen was still helpless, so he had to try his best to protect Yichen's safety before he woke up, and the rest slowly tried to find a way.

So, Meng Jianwen stripped off a few pieces of clothes from the martial artist who had been stung to death by a murderous bee before, and picked up some scattered weapons.

Build a pergola with these guns and swords and other weapons, and cover them with clothes.

Let Yichen lie quietly in the middle of the pergola, not exposed to the scorching sun.

Meng Jianwen didn't dare to flip Yichen's body casually, for fear that it would bring danger to Yichen, so he had to stay on guard next to the pergola.

Every once in a while, Meng Jianwen would take out the water bladder and pour some cold water on Yichen's body to prevent the high temperature of the sand from burning Yichen.

Around Meng Jianwen, there were two skins filled with clear water, the skins were given by the master of Wukui Valley, with a large capacity, and the water was found under the guidance of Hu Lai.

It's only two days, and it takes a full bag of water to water Yichen, but fortunately, there is still one skin bag left, which can cope with it for at least two days.

If Yichen's condition is improved within two days, everything will not be a problem, if the time is exceeded, I am afraid that Yichen's body will be injured because of the high temperature of the sand.

In normal times, this temperature would not pose a threat to Yichen at all, but now that Yichen is in a state of unconsciousness, Meng Jianwen does not dare to let him be stimulated a little.

Just when Meng Jianwen was deeply anxious, Xiahou Shan led dozens of Xuantian Sect disciples to the Xinge Desert.

After a long journey, coupled with the lack of adaptation to the climate of the Xinge Desert, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect drank all the clear water they had stored with them in a very short period of time.

Moreover, after several searches, I have never been replenished by water.

Seeing the haggard Xuantian Sect disciples one by one, although Meng Jianwen was reluctant to give up the only bag of clear water left, he was still moved by compassion and poured out part of the water in the skin bag to relieve the urgent needs of the Xuantian Sect disciples.

Although everyone was hungry and thirsty, Xiahou Shan insisted on feeding some clear water to the four junior disciples who were weak in cultivation and had collapsed from lack of water.

However, Meng Jianwen's kindness caused trouble!