The whole huge island suddenly sank rapidly, and the edge of the island had a strange aura, making the sea water rush to the sky, but it was impossible to irrigate the island.

It's like...... Like the lid of a wine bottle suddenly thrown into the water!

Everyone understands that the time limit for the appearance of "Whitsunday Island" has arrived, and it will disappear, and it will take seven days before it can reappear for a short time!

In this case, no one will want to give up, the people on the island run to the island, and the people who are not on the island rush to jump down from the waves.

Li Canrong, Shen Bowang and Sang Xiaomi jumped down for the first time, they were more eager to get that thing than anyone else, after all, others were just for cultivation and greed, they were for normalcy or survival.

Zhou Fengchen was not in a hurry to jump down, he stood on the head of the waves, with the undulations of the waves, condescendingly looking at the entire island.

Grab things and grab things, but you can't be as blind as an idiot, he wants to see the process of the disappearance of the island, and the "Henan dialect" of that day makes him haunted.

At this time, he looked coldly at the depths of the sea and couldn't help but be taken aback:

There seems to be a huge black shadow underneath the island! Like ...... A living creature!

The island seems to be being carried by something!?

Gollum –

At this time, the island was about to be flooded.

Zhou Fengchen didn't understand what this was, but if he didn't go down now, he couldn't get in, so he rushed into it with a horizontal heart.

The monstrous sea water squeezed in from all sides, and the fishy smell and water mist hit the face, and the surrounding rumbled and made people dizzy.

Zhou Fengchen fell to the ground in a daze, looked up and looked around, and couldn't help but look confused.

It landed on a desert!

The sea water is gone, the sound of the waves is gone, there is no one near and far, Li Canrong and the three of them and the four or five hundred Neidan masters who entered the island together are gone, the sky is dark, and what comes into view is a golden desert, and the wind is whining with fine sand.

Heaven and earth are vast and dead!

What does this have to do with the "Whitsunday Island" and chicken feathers?

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for two minutes before he was awakened by the cold desert wind, subconsciously twisted his eyebrows, opened the eyes of the sky and looked again.

Or the desert! It's not a trick, or even if it's a trick, it's too advanced to see.

He squatted down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one on his back, intoxicated and took two puffs, and when he calmed down and thought about it for a while, this was the "Holy Spirit Island"!

From the analysis of the current situation, it should not be Murong Hu's trick, because the pattern is too big, it is not something that ordinary people can make, it should be a fantasy realm that has entered the bottom of the sea, similar to the fantasy realm of the old demon of Montenegro, it should be the moving thing on the bottom of the sea or the monster that guards the "Dragon Yudan" to protect the "Dragon Yudan".

The strange thing is that Murong Hu should be involuntary in this pattern, right? What other intrigues can he do?

Forget about this little cub, set the tone of the illusion, the next thing is to break through, meet some people, and then work together or look for the flaws in the illusion to find the location of "Long Yudan", and after grabbing it, take Zhou Linglong to flash people.

He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, looked around, and walked straight ahead.

The desert is boundless, and in order to save strength, he did not use his body skills, and walked directly on the sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The sand is real sand, and from time to time I pour it into my leather boots, I don't feel any illusion, it's very slippery, and I have to take off my shoes and pour the sand for a while.

The desert is not a constant yellow, and there are some green plants such as cacti and boxwood, which are slightly more comfortable for the senses.

It's just that the wind is a little strong, wrapped in sand and drilled straight into his mouth, baring his teeth and squinting, which is not very comfortable, so he has to take out the yellow cloth talisman used to set the altar from his bag and tie it to his face.

After walking for about three or four hours, I finally came across an oasis, thirty meters square, with a small waterhole on one side and four or five broken grass sheds on the other side, and a few yellow sheep lying down to roost under the grass shed.

He sighed, trotted to the oasis, found a slightly clean shed, and slipped into it to lie down in a large shape.

A few yellow sheep were not afraid of people, looked up, and fell asleep again.

Zhou Fengchen rested for a while before he became more comfortable, took off his shoes, cocked Erlang's legs, smelled the sand in the shed, listened to the wind and sand outside, and threw everything away, he actually felt a sense of relaxation and happiness.

At this moment, a woman's rapid scream was suddenly heard not far away, as if she had been attacked by something.

Zhou Fengchen sat up in surprise, listened carefully, it came from the left, the voice was still a little familiar, thought about it, stood up and ran out of the shed barefoot, and followed the sound to find it.

There was a slurry stone next to the small pool of water at the downwind inlet, and the woman's cry came from behind the stone.

Zhou Fengchen stepped a little under his feet, and a few rose and fell to the side of the stone, and when he looked back, he couldn't help frowning.

Behind the stone were four people, three men and one woman, three men, shirtless, their faces hideous, the women's body was scarred, her vitality was greatly damaged, her clothes were half pulled off, her upper body was almost naked, she was screaming with all her strength, and her exposed left leg was inlaid with a strange iron leg.

Good! Sang Millet and three strangers.

Look! I want to use it strongly!

The three men also sensed that someone was coming, looked up sharply, and then quickly stepped aside, each picking up a weapon thrown on the sand.

Seeing that it was Zhou Fengchen, Sang Mi hurriedly pulled up her clothes, her eyes were red, "Senior Brother Zhou!" ”

Zhou Fengchen nodded, raised his hand to help her up, pulled her behind him, and then looked at the three people opposite.

These three people are all thirty or forty years old, judging from the fluctuation of their breath, the appearance of the middle and late stages of Neidan, but their breath is very mixed, and they should be scattered cultivation.

The mustache in the middle is a native of the Central Plains, and he also knows Zhou Fengchen, so he said with a dry smile: "Is it Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou?" I have seen the competition between you and Mr. Jiang Zhengxin, and I admire you very much! ”

Zhou Fengchen was silent.

The mustache became nervous, coughed, and pointed at Sang Xiaomi, "This girl said that she is the eldest lady of the five families and seven sects of the spiritual sect, and I and my two friends from Nanyang don't believe it, so I want to play with her......"

Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed, and the "Dragon Slaying Knife" was slashed with a fierce momentum.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The two Nanyang people next to him were annoyed and angry, their momentum instantly rose, and their bodies were full of evil qi, one with a wolf's tooth hammer and the other with a ghost head knife, fiercely ushering.

When—

Poof! Poof!

The wolf's tooth is broken, and the ghost head is broken!

The bodies of the two were split in two, and the internal organs fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" The bearded man of the Central Plains was frightened, shouted, and his figure flashed fifty meters away, and he plunged into the yellow sand with a seal chanting spell.

However, it was too late!

The "Dragon Slaying Knife" flashed away, straight into the bottom of the sand, and blood and screams came out of the sand at the same time.

Zhou Fengchen walked over, holding the handle of the knife and pulling out the mustache that had pierced his head from the ground, and then threw the three corpses together, patted the sand on his body, and looked at Sang Xiaomi, "Are you okay?" ”

Sang Xiaomi looked at the three corpses, her breathing was a little short, she pulled up the rotten clothes that exposed half of her breasts, and replied solemnly: "It's okay!" Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou. ”

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