Chapter 22:

Under the moonlit night, Ye Peitian stood alone on the empty desert.
The cold wind blows, bringing up a thin layer of silver sand, like waves, rippling away on the rolling sand dunes, making a sound unique to the desert.
Countless saints wearing armor and holding weapons surrounded him in the center of a huge circle.
Those weapons carefully crafted by high-level demon bodies faintly reflect the light of various colors in the moonlight, powerful and cold.
But their owners are not as calm and calm as they are at the moment.
These large numbers of besiegers had to admit that when they faced the only enemy in front of them, their hearts were still full of tension and fear.
Ye Peitian has always lived alone in the center of this desert, but his castle made of yellow sand appears and disappears in the boundless desert, changing its location from time to time, and wondering, it is difficult to organize an effective encirclement and suppression. Only this time, for some reason, not only did the castle stay in the same place for a whole month, but even Ye Peitian himself did not escape when they were besieging, but was blocked by them, saving it. They have trouble casting a net to search.
A burly man with a beard came out more and more,
"Ye Peitian, you murderous devil, today I, Wang Wei, will seek justice for the Lord of Spring City Huan and the many brothers who died in your hands."
Wang Wei was the head of the Cheetah Mercenary Group in Spring City. After Huan Shengjie died, his mind floated and he wanted to fight for the position of the city lord. Therefore, at this moment, he was the first to stand up against the pressure to provoke the devil Ye Peitian, and his words were awe-inspiring and majestic, and his teammates all cooperated and applauded.
Wang Wei held his chest up and looked brave and fearless even in the face of terrifying humans and demons. In fact, as soon as he finished speaking, he tensed his body and stood on guard with all his strength. The palm of his hand holding the huge shield was even slightly Sweating.
He swallowed, ready to meet Ye Peitian's attack at any time.
Unexpectedly, Ye Peitian, standing alone in the center of the encircling circle, did not respond. His expression was neither fear nor anger. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and his gaze fell on the empty sand, as if he was focused. Thinking about something, he didn't put his current situation in front of him at all.
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Chu Qianxun crawled in a long and dark tunnel.
Here is the depths of the earth. The small night light illuminates the scene in a small area around her. Behind her, she walked all the way through a dark tunnel. The road in front of her was blocked, and her palm touched the soil wall in front of her. The wall was moist and slightly cold.
As she crawled forward, the earth wall in front of her retreated all the way, opening up the way for her.
Chu Qianxun moved very fast. She only hoped to reach the ground as soon as possible and be able to take a look at the situation above. However, the tunnel only continued to extend forward. I don't know how long it stretched before finally changing its direction and starting to tilt upward.
Until the stuffiness caused by the lack of air circulation in the tunnel became more and more obvious, the surrounding sand walls finally became soft.
A bright light appeared ahead, and the tunnel opened.
Chu Qianxun got out of the sand hole. There were endless sand dunes and star battles in the sky. There was no one and no castle. She knew that she was far away from where Ye Peitian was.
The sky behind him lit up one after another, and there was a huge and dull roar of power.
Chu Qianxun quickly climbed to the highest sand dune nearby and looked up. She then knew how far Ye Peitian had sent her out.
Over the place where the castle was not long ago, black thunders rolled in the air, and silver serpent-like lightning pierced the clouds from time to time. Pillars of fire that connected heaven and earth burned on the ground, and the fire almost reflected the entire sand dune.
In the mid-term, there are countless different forms of supernatural light, and a huge silver eye totem, hanging high on the edge of the battlefield.
Chu Qianxun lay on the top of the sand dune, silently watching the vigorous battlefield, without moving. She can't do anything, she can only lie here, endure, wait for the end of the battle, and wait for a final result that she can't control.
For the first time, Chu Qianxun began to resent her weakness and incompetence in her heart.
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Ye Peitian finally fell on the sand dune,
The enemies who besieged him in turn almost couldn't believe their eyes at that moment. They have been fighting to the point of numbness. God knows what the price they paid for this moment, how many people died, and how many people were seriously injured in the tyrannical yellow sand.
In fact, before Ye Peitian fell, almost everyone had a fear in their hearts, and it seemed that the enemy in front of him would never fall.
The mutilated body seemed to be pouring steel into the ground, just standing in the yellow sand in the sky, no matter how it was, it seemed that it could not bring him any pain or weakness.
Wang Wei smashed the half of the shield he was holding into the sand fiercely. This was a high-level defensive weapon he had built with all his energy, but it was damaged in this battle.
Most of the brothers in his team were killed and injured, and he even suffered serious injuries. Wang Wei hated him, strode forward, and stepped Ye Peitian's head into the sand.
He bent down and looked at the person he stepped on. The flesh on his face trembled uncontrollably, "In order to catch you, it took so many lives of my brothers. Now you have fallen into my hands. Grandpa always has Ways to make you regret your reincarnation."
"Lift your feet." A cold voice came.
The man who spoke was not as burly and thick as Wang Wei, but rather gentle and weak.
He wore a pair of glasses, and followed two defensive fighters at his heels.
They walked over from behind the crowd, and everyone quickly and respectfully gave way.
This person is Xin Ziming, the head of the Kylin Mercenary Group, a spiritual saint of Tier Nine.
The ninth stage is the highest existence among the known human saints, and there are very few people who reach this stage. Even Wang Wei didn't dare to defy this person's meaning. He condensed his arrogant attitude and bent his back slightly to speak.
"Head Xin, isn't I too angry? You see, we have died so many brothers for this ghost. If you hadn't been in charge of the overall situation, I don't know if we can take him down today."
"He is such a powerful man, you can hurt him, but you can't insult him." Xin Ziming said coldly.
Hearing this in Wang Wei's ears, he laughed disdainfully in his heart. Xin Ziming himself is an unprincipled person, and he is notoriously ruthless in torturing his opponent. Unexpectedly, he was too embarrassed to pretend to say such high-sounding words. Wang Wei sounded the alarm bell in his heart, feeling that Xin Ziming was acting in a hysterical manner to Ye Peitian.
Xin Ziming looked at the injured beast lying on the sand.
The seriously injured man was half buried in the yellow sand, his eyes were slightly open to look at the sand in front of him, motionless and expressionless, as if he didn't care about his upcoming destiny. A large amount of blood was bleeding under his body, dyeing the sandy ground red.
A member of the unicorn walked out from behind Xin Ziming, who held a black collar made of unknown material in his hand, and respectfully asked for instructions: "Tuan deputy?"
Qilin’s team members always call Xin Ziming the deputy, so there has always been a rumor from the outside that there is a leader inside the unicorn who never appears in front of the world, but no one has ever seen the true face of the leader. .
Xin Ziming nodded: "Lock it up."
The man squatted by Ye Peitian's side and put the dumb black collar around Ye Peitian's neck. With a series of subtle sounds of organs, the dull black collar actively adjusted its size, and the lines were stitched together. The ground locked Ye Peitian's neck.
"This is a shackle I personally designed. It is tempered with a small section of the monster body of a tenth-order monster that I got accidentally. When you wear it, once you use abilities, or you try to destroy it by external force, several pieces of it will pop up in the inner circle. The sharp thorns can take your life instantly." Xin Ziming said.
The man lying on the ground did not resist, almost at the mercy of others, locking his vital points in shackles.
Xin Ziming was silent for a moment and squatted down, "You used to be merciful to my subordinates, but I can't let you go. As long as you stop resisting, I can guarantee that you won't make you painful, and will never let others humiliate you. ."
Ye Peitian didn't respond, and didn't know if he heard what he said.
Xin Ziming stopped responding to him, stood up and made a gesture, "Bag him and take it away."
The two healing saints stepped forward and briefly treated Ye Peitian's wound. After carrying a stretcher, he was about to put people on it.
"Head Xin, is this different from what you said?" Wang Wei stopped those people's movements.
Xin Ziming, who was about to leave, stopped.
"Head Xin, are you a bit unnatural?" Wang Wei squinted his eyes and showed a smiling face. "Let's say okay before we leave. The benefits are shared equally. You mean, do you want Swallow it alone?"
The leaders of the other mercenary groups around him began to nod their heads in agreement with him. In the face of huge temptation, even if they offended the head of Qilin, they couldn't care about it.
Xin Ziming pushed his glasses and sneered, "Why, I just want to swallow it alone, do you want to have another fight with our unicorn here?"
Wang Wei's face was ugly. During the war just now, because Xin Ziming was a spiritual saint, he always led his team to stand far away on the battlefield. The Qilin players hardly suffered any serious damage. On the other hand, the Spring City mercenary team that they came together had heavy casualties and huge consumption of abilities.
Xin Ziming's pervasive mind control ability is really frightening, even if he gathers the power of everyone, he is not sure. Besides, among these people, which one is not making his own little calculation in his heart.
Wang Wei stared at Ye Peitian on the ground, his face was blue and white, it was impossible to give up Ye Peitian, but asking him to fight with Qilin really had no chance of winning.
At this moment, he saw Ye Peitian's lips move slightly, and vaguely heard him say: "No need to grab, everyone has a share."
Then the black collar around the scary man's neck was suddenly aroused, and the long sharp thorns pierced his neck, and blood poured out from the pale neck.
The earth began to sway violently, and the entire sand dune seemed to be overturned and overturned. For a while, the sky was dark, flying sand and rocks, the sand dune underneath cracked a bottomless abyss, and swallowed everyone who stayed on it.
Wang Wei used his supernatural powers, desperately trying to break free from the sinking sand dunes, but he was horrified to find that his legs were tightly entangled in a stream of solidified quicksand, the yellow sand that should have been soft like a pair of iron tongs. Clamping his legs tightly, pulling him all the way into the abyss.
There were ghosts and wolves howling around him, and countless companions wailed and stretched out their arms towards the sky, desperately sinking into the yellow sand with him.
Before being completely annihilated by Huang Sha, he saw Ye Peitian not far away from him, the horror demon who made all of this, staring at the bright moon in the sky, and accompanied him with countless creatures captured by him. An abyss sinking into hell.
Amidst the flying sand and the rocks, a team member next to Xin Ziming, with a pair of eagle wings spread on his back, caught Xin Ziming and another of his companions in time, and flew to the sky with all his strength.
And his other companion raised his hand to open the transparent spherical barrier, blocking the yellow sand that was overwhelming.
I do not know how long it has been. This hellish scene slowly ended.
The desert was calm again, and the silver-white sand grains on the smooth sand dunes were still flowing slowly under the moonlight. It seems that it has not just swallowed many lives.
Xin Ziming slowly descended from the air while being carried by his companion.
On the edge of the sand dunes, some survivors gathered carefully.
"Tuan... Tuan deputy." Xin Ziming's companion weakened his legs, and counted the number of people around him in shock. "Fortunately, our people are all far away and basically escaped."
"Should we dig it down, Ye Peitian will also be buried below."
Xin Ziming took off his glasses that were smeared by the sand. "It's not fortunate that someone left their hands."
Putting on his clean glasses, he glanced at the dead sand dune, turned and left first.
"Let's go, we will no longer participate in Ye Peitian's affairs in the future."
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Chu Qianxun hid in the distance and waited for a long time.
The sky in the desert was suddenly dark, even at such a distance, the yellow sand flying in the sky still made her unable to open her eyes.
She endured the anxiety in her heart and waited until all the ups and downs were quiet before quietly approaching the edge of the battlefield.
Some people gathered on the sand dune that had completely changed its topography during the war. Those people were desperately digging for something. They dug out one after another corpses from the sand. After identifying them, they all abandoned them.
Chu Qianxun knew that there was only one thing that could make these people so crazy, but obviously they hadn't found it yet.
How is Ye Peitian? Chu Qianxun was hiding in the dark. She wanted to know Ye Peitian's situation, but she was worried that that person would be discovered by these greedy and shameless people.
More and more people came from outside the desert, and everyone wanted to get that person's body, and wanted to find his buried castle underground. They spread their nets and dig three feet into the ground, almost turning over the entire dune, but no one got what they wanted.
Chu Qianxun's heart suddenly moved, she slowly retreated from the hiding place, turned and ran in one direction.
The sand under her feet made a neat sound as she ran. Chu Qianxun felt her heart beating faster. She ran faster and faster, rushing all the way to where she had drilled from the ground.
The entrance of the tunnel was already buried by yellow sand. Chu Qianxun controlled the wind power in a small area, digging the sand all the way down.
The small rotating whirlwind kept rolling up the yellow sand, and a palm of the hand was exposed in the deeper and deeper sand pit.
The skin of the palm is covered with gray dust, but it can still be seen that the texture is well-proportioned and the knuckles are slender.
It was Ye Peitian's hand.