The sand dune had already lost its original appearance. It was full of potholes, and magical treasures and corpses were scattered all over the ground. Most of the dead were people from different sects of the Demonic Sect. Occasionally, there was a mutilated corpse of a disciple of the Burning Incense Valley. The sand had already changed color, and many parts of it were also red. There were also black, white, purple, and other colors left behind from the battle, mixing together to form a variety of patterns.
The closer they got to the Demon Cult Temple, the more such scenes appeared. There were hundreds of corpses lying on the sand dunes near the Demon Cult Temple, adding mystery, strangeness, fear, and danger to the atmosphere of the Demon Cult Temple. Only the bold would dare to stay here, and the timid would run away.
The wind was not weak, forming small whirlwinds that summoned all kinds of undead. The desert was brought up, covering the tragic scene in a sandstorm, and a desolate swishing sound could be heard.
In the air covered by the sandstorm, a blurry black shadow gradually appeared. It was moving against the wind without making any sound. The black figure was wearing a set of black clothes. His face was cold, with a hint of joy and surprise. His hands were placed on both sides, and there was a monkey on his shoulder waving its claws to block the flying sand. The thing that the black-robed man was using to fly was an ugly rod with a bead on the top.
Less than a thousand meters away from the Demon Temple, there were more than three hundred corpses lying on the ground. Some of them were covered by the sand, leaving only a human figure behind. Some of them stood upright, forming a sand sculpture. No matter what the corpse looked like, it was just as tragic and desolate as the flying sand. No one came to deal with the corpse field that was more than 100 meters long. Only the flying sand covered the corpses for them.
The man in black looked at the corpse field on the ground, and his expression seemed to change. Raising his head, he no longer looked down and flew straight towards the Demon Cult Temple, which was already in the shadows. As he flew over the corpse field, he suddenly felt a powerful force moving from below. He looked down in shock and was instantly shocked. He saw hundreds of magic treasures with all kinds of colors attacking at the same time. The closest one was only two meters away.
The black-clothed man hurriedly rode his staff up, hoping to increase the distance between them. Unfortunately, none of the people who were attacking with their treasures were small fries. None of the hundred or so treasures slowed down, and they all followed closely behind, getting closer and closer. Hundreds of magic treasures were laid on the ground without any gap. The black-robed man knew that he had appeared too late and that there was no way to avoid them.
He gritted his teeth in the air, and a dark green light appeared in the light of the magic treasures, covering the light of the magic treasures.
" Boom!" A series of loud clashing sounds spread far and wide on the calm surface of the sand. The sand on the bodies of the dead was shaken off, revealing their true faces. Hundreds of them were actually alive. The hundred rays of light bounced back, but the black-clothed man, his rod, and a huge figure were smashed from the sky and fell heavily onto the sand. With a bang, the sand and dust splashed high into the air.
Even if all the experts and ancestors of the past generations were brought out, there probably wouldn't be many people who could survive the impact of their hundred magic treasures.
" Chirp…" Before the dust settled, a furious roar was heard.
The people who were attacking on the ground were happy and wanted to retrieve their magic treasures. Suddenly, they felt a little uneasy and looked at the dust in the sandstorm. The dust slowly dissipated, and the figure inside also appeared. Those people all sucked in a breath of cold air.
A giant ape walked out of a huge pit. It was like a King Kong as it walked towards them. Muscles bulged on his arms, chest, and abdomen. Sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, gleaming with a cold light. Its sharp claws swung back and forth, and its thick fur had many wounds left behind by magic treasures.
It was covered in wounds and roared as it walked towards them.
It had three eyes, both of which were blood-red, and the third eye between its eyebrows was shining with golden light.
Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey!
The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey arrived in rage. Although those people were trembling in fear, none of them took a step back. They stood in a group.
Behind the Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey, the man in black sat up while panting heavily, observing the situation.
"Vice Sect Leader? It's the Vice Sect Leader!"
A man rushed out from the crowd. He was a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was quite handsome. He was Gui Li's subordinate at that time, Yan Hui.
The man in black seemed to have recognized Yan Hui. He suddenly jumped up and flew in his direction. The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey walked in front of Yan Hui and the others. It leaped up and landed above them. Its huge body fell from the sky with a loud bang. Yan Hui and the others stood rooted to the ground in shock. All of a sudden, the Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey's body moved backward a little and fell in front of Yan Hui.
"Bang!"
A huge pit suddenly appeared on the ground. The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey let out a cry. It was obviously very confused as well. It scratched its head with its huge hand and turned its head to look.
The black-robed man appeared behind the Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey. He was Gui Li, the current Zhang Xiaofan, who had once been the Vice Sect Leader of the Ghost King Sect.
The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey was Xiao Hui.
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