"Mother!"

Jiang Dachuan's hands trembled, his head rolled to the side, and his eyes staring at the sky seemed to have a dead resentment.

"Dead?"

Jiang Dachuan took a long time to relieve this breath, and he suddenly became overjoyed: "If you are dead, you will have a robe!"

Jiang Dachuan, who found life, found a sandbag not far away according to the bloodstains on the ground, and on the other side of the sandbag, there were ten corpses lying on them, all of which had a fatal sword mark on them, and it could be seen that the person who shot them killed these ten people almost instantly.

Jiang Dachuan didn't care about the scars of the corpse, he only had the ten robes in his eyes.

"I just want one, ten in one breath, God, you treat me well!"

Jiang Dachuan hurriedly knelt down and bowed, and then took off all ten pieces of robes, put on one by himself, and the remaining nine pieces were also put away by him.

"One piece is at least thirty spirit stones, ten pieces are three hundred, and one hundred pieces is three thousand spirit stones! Wait until the next spirit vein battle ten years later, won't Lao Tzu make a fortune!" Jiang Dachuan suddenly saw a rare business opportunity, and the resentment of being kicked out of the Evolution Realm before dissipated in an instant.

"Where's the storage bag? Why don't there be any storage bags left for ten people, and the murderous bastard is too inauthentic......" Jiang Dachuan muttered that he couldn't find the storage bag for a long time, and couldn't help but leave the sandbag in disappointment.

When the mustachioed man's head fell on Jiang Dachuan's body, Bai Yi, who had beheaded people, had already walked far away, and there were only ten Seven Demon Disciples, and he couldn't stand the killing of thirty-six superb magic weapons at all.

Bai Yi's surroundings were a vast desert, with yellow sand all over the sky, mixed with a faint blood-colored mist in the sand, except for the wind and sand. This bizarre space is almost empty.

The realm is not boundless, but it can bring people a sense of reality, the sand is real sand, and the wind is also real, but the sky is gray, and there is no sun and moon. There are no stars.

When Bai Yi walked in this barren land, he had already completely concluded that this transformation realm was definitely not the treasure of the Wuhu Lord, but from other powerhouses.

Such a vast realm, according to Bai Yi's inference, at least the cultivation of the gods can be refined, and the cultivation of the Yuan Ying cannot be refined at all.

The spiritual sense floated out like water patterns, and Bai Yi had been perceiving the magic of this transformation realm while walking. Until a series of strange mountains made of yellow sand appeared in the distance.

The sand mountain is not very high, it can be more than ten zhang high, and it is undulating, it looks like a sand wall built of yellow sand from a distance, on the sand mountain, you can faintly see the figure of some cultivators, some people are climbing the mountain, and some people are fighting. The most bizarre thing is that all the cultivators who climb to the top of the mountain will disappear. There was no trace of it.

"The Second Floor ......"

In the whisper, Bai Yi's footsteps walked towards the sand mountain, and the wind blowing around him gradually took away the blood stains on his robe, and a layer of blood had faintly appeared on the green bamboo of the robe.

Killing ten people is enough to dye a piece of green bamboo a faint color of blood. And the strange sand mountain is the passage to the second layer of the transformation realm.

The entrance to the transformation realm is very peculiar, some of the transformation realms are a light gate, and some of the transformation realms are a cloud of water mist, if it is a multiple transformation realm. The entrances to each floor in the realm are even more changeable, and this triple realm is to enter the next floor by height.

If you climb to a higher place, you will go directly to the second floor, and the same is true for the third floor, if you want to go back to the first two floors, you just need to go lower.

The terrain on the first floor of the Transformation Realm is flat and empty, and the number of rock pith crystals is extremely rare, so all monks who enter the Transformation Realm will basically not stay on the first floor, only the second layer with complex terrain is the real place of struggle, and some monks who suppress the realm will also choose to break through the golden pill on the second layer.

Because on the second floor of the Transformation Realm, there are many hidden places, which are not only convenient for hiding, but also suitable for ambushes.

When he was about to walk to the sand mountain, Bai Yi's eyes looked at the end of this continuous sand mountain, where a dim halo flickered, and the location of that halo was the exit from this transformation realm.

Suddenly, Bai Yi noticed a cold gaze looking from the sand mountain, and when he turned his head to look, he only saw the back of a fat Cangyun disciple turning around, but that back was very unfamiliar to Bai Yi.

Even if he didn't see his face, Bai Yi could be sure that he had definitely never seen that Cangyun disciple, maybe the other party's cold gaze was looking at others.

Bai Yi didn't care about the strange fellow door, and began to climb the sand mountain step by step, because the sand was too soft, this sand mountain was not easy to climb, and in the transformation realm, except for the master who refined this transformation realm, no one could use flying magic weapons, even flying spirit beasts would be suppressed by the rules of the transformation realm to the point that they could not fly.

The transformation realm can also be called a space-like treasure, whoever refines this space, then who can make rules, this triple transformation realm located under the blood cliff, except for the inability to fly, there are no other special taboos.

On the sand mountain, the fat Cangyun disciple slammed towards a big rock on the top of the mountain hatefully, and then strode away, his figure quickly disappeared, but a whisper full of hatred lingered on the top of the mountain for a long time.

"Qianli, when you are your brother Jindan, your revenge will be avenged for you by the brotherhood, Bai Yi, you won't live for ten days......"

Ridge Wuya has suppressed the realm for many years, he is one of the killer weapons prepared by Cangyun Sect for this spiritual vein battle, like a disciple like Lang Wuya, there are ten people in Cangyun Sect, as long as half of these ten people can successfully break through the Jindan, there will be five Jindan powerhouses.

When Lang Wuya came out, he had already learned the news of Long Qianli's death, and he learned the name Bai Yi from the old servant of the Long family who had been following Long Qianli, so Long Wuya concluded that Bai Yi was the murderer of his younger brother.

Ridge Wuya's inference is very simple, at the beginning, Ridge Qianli borrowed the soul chasing mirror from him, in order to kill an outer disciple, but the final result was that the outer disciple returned safely, and Lang Qianli was buried in the depths of Taiheng.

Once the enemy family is confirmed, Lang Wuya categorically has no intention of letting go of the other party, but now the top priority is to advance the Jindan, as long as he Jindan is successful, then the enemy who killed his younger brother will have no chance of surviving.

Bai Yi didn't know anything about the boundless hostility, and when he was just halfway up the mountain, there was a sudden rumbling bang on the top of the mountain, and in the loud noise, a huge rock rolled down from the top of the mountain.

The top of the sand mountain is covered with many huge rocks weighing thousands of catties, and usually no one moves them, only when they see the enemy under the mountain, the cultivators will push down the boulders, and if no one moves, the boulders will not roll down on their own.

When the boulder was about to hit Bai Yi, a black light flashed from the boulder, and then, the boulder turned into two halves, and continued to roll down the mountain from Bai Yi's side.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and Bai Yi sent the ink-like wisteria sword back behind him, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he climbed up without a clue. (To be continued.) )