Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 682 Murderous Intent

Ye Xiaochuan said to everyone: "You can't hide in this corner at all, thinking it's the wind in the Middle Earth. The storm in the desert must be full of yellow sand. I estimate that after this storm is over, this stone house will be completely buried by the wind and sand. This stone house has no roof, even if you cover your mouth with a cloth, you will probably eat a belly full of sand."

Ouyang Caiyu said: "Brother Ye, what do you say we should do?"

Ye Xiaochuan took out an iron shovel from his Qiankun bag, which was a necessary tool for him in the Cliff of Repentance.

He waved the shovel and quickly dug a sand pit more than half a meter deep. After digging, he said: "Did you see how those demon sect disciples resisted the wind and sand this morning? Dig a pit, the deeper the better. Cultivators are not ordinary mortals. Even if they are buried under the sand for three or five days, they will not die. My own pit is dug. You can dig your own pits. Don't think about occupying my pit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shijiu and Ouyang Caiyu hid in the pit and refused to say anything. Ye Xiaochuan was so angry that he bared his teeth and threw the shovel to Zhao Wuji, asking him to arrange for everyone to dig the pit, and he would not do it himself.

The cultivation bases of several external disciples were extremely high. In just a short moment, they dug several deep sand pits along the corners of the wall. People lying in them would definitely not be blown away by the storm. With a blanket wrapped around their heads, even if the sand pits were buried into sand dunes, these cultivation masters inside would not die. They could just climb out after the storm passed.

As soon as the sand pit was dug, the wind around it became more than ten times stronger, and the sound of whining was like a ghost screaming in the dark night.

Ye Xiaochuan lay on the stone wall and looked into the distance. He seemed to see a huge shadow appearing from the southwest, rolling slowly. The scene was like the end of the world. Ye Xiaochuan was startled. It was the first time he saw a storm in the desert. Compared with the storm in front of him, the wind in Middle-earth was nothing. Now he finally knew how happy the people in Middle-earth were. How could humans stop this storm?

I saw the yellow sand blown up to the sky by the hurricane. The yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun formed a sand wall that could not be seen at the top. I didn’t know how long this sand wall was. It was definitely not as simple as a hundred miles. It was estimated to be at least a thousand miles long.

The terrifying sand wall, like a dark cloud, was rolling violently and advancing rapidly forward. Ye Xiaochuan was very sensitive to the wind. He even clearly felt that in the sand wall, countless huge tornadoes sucked the sand up to the sky. There were flashes of light from time to time in the storm, and there were also crackling sounds. That was the sound of tiredness.

Ye Xiaochuan was not the only one lying on the stone wall watching the storm coming. Everyone was lying on it to watch. Everyone saw this scene for the first time and their faces changed slightly.

At this moment, the wind around was too strong. The sand wall storm was still several miles away. The surrounding sand had been stirred up by the wind. When it hit people's skin, it was like hot oil dripping on the body, burning and painful.

Baili Yuan shouted: "Black sandstorm! It is a black sandstorm formed from the bottom of the Jinsha Valley. Everyone hide in the sand pit!"

After saying that, she turned around and jumped into the deepest sand pit first, wrapped the tiger skin cloak she had robbed from Ye Xiaochuan last time, and lay in the deep sand pit like a dead pig.

Others were frightened and pale when they saw the advancing sandstorm, and they all screamed and drilled into the sand pit.

Ye Xiaochuan did not drill in immediately, but now he suddenly felt very excited, wind, this is the power of wind!

Situ Feng said it well, wind is formed by the fusion of yin and yang, and the mystery of wind is the most mysterious and powerful.

Ye Xiaochuan was thinking in his mind, if he could also master such a powerful wind power in this thousand-mile sand wall storm, who in the world would be his opponent?

There are three levels of Swift Wind Sword Intent, the first level is the fast sword, just like a gust of wind and rain, there is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. Ye Xiaochuan was at the first level of Swift Wind Sword Intent ten years ago.

But it is more difficult to comprehend the second level of the realm of no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.

Ye Xiaochuan's master, at the age of 400, has only reached this level. The only one in the world who has truly reached the third level of no sword in the hand, no sword in the heart, and everything in the world turned into a sword is the Sword Saint Yun Yazi.

After several years of painstaking research, Ye Xiaochuan has actually touched the threshold of the second level of sword intent, the meaning of power.

The first level of the Swift Wind Sword Intent focuses on speed, and the second level is power, which means that the sword must not only be fast, but also powerful.

Seeing the huge and boundless black sandstorm in front of him, Ye Xiaochuan actually once again had a new understanding of the Swift Wind Sword Intent at this moment. If he had only glimpsed the path of the power before, now he has a more intuitive understanding. He felt that his strength seemed to have improved by a level in such a moment.

At this moment, he really wanted to rush into the violent black sandstorm, draw out Wufeng, and dance the sword against the world.

He didn't do it, because he was not stupid. Looking at the lightning in the black sandstorm that was like a spirit snake, Ye Xiaochuan's scalp was numb.

At the same time, Ye Xiaochuan also vaguely realized that the mystery of the wind can control such powerful forces as lightning and thunder!

Watching the black sandstorm approaching quickly, Ye Xiaochuan was about to hide in the sand pit to avoid the storm. Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy, as if a strong murderous aura was approaching quickly.

At this moment, the wind and sand had blown him so hard that he could hardly open his eyes. He had to close his eyes and use his spiritual sense to check where the murderous aura came from.

But the approaching black sandstorm was too strong. As soon as his consciousness entered the area of ​​the black sandstorm, it immediately became very chaotic.

An unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He shouted to the people wrapped in blankets and pretending to be dead pigs in the sand pit behind him: "Come out, there seems to be something wrong in this storm. It's dangerous!"

The wind was too strong, and the whistling sound of the wind completely drowned out his voice. No one heard his shouting.

Ye Xiaochuan's heart beat faster and faster. He would never be wrong about this feeling of danger. He would never be wrong about the disgusting bloody smell in the murderous aura.

He jumped into a sand pit and grabbed a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. He didn't know who it was, but he felt it was a woman.

He shouted, "There's danger!"

Yang Shijiu's head popped out from under the blanket. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was blinded by the wind and sand. He shouted, "Brother, why don't you hide in the sand pit? You must not have a mad attack at this time!"

Ye Xiaochuan's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He drew out the Wufeng Divine Sword, and the green sword light immediately illuminated the surroundings. He shouted, "There is something in the sandstorm, and there is a strong murderous aura! I can feel it! Believe me!"