I'm invincible from the start, you can do whatever you want

The sandstorm was so intense that the crowd was trembling.

Sands...

Endless sandmen attacked the crowd one after another, and more and more people became part of the vast yellow sand because of exhaustion of spiritual power and physical exhaustion.

Of the 10,000 warriors who originally entered the Lava City, there are now less than 7,000 left.

In just one day, the loss of personnel exceeded 30%.

Moreover, this number is still increasing.

Among the people present, the only two martial emperors, Chu Zihang and the old man beside him, although not as embarrassed as others, the endless battle did make them exhausted.

"Damn, this group of sandmen can't be killed at all. Where did they come from?" Chu Zihang's face was full of fatigue, and he forced himself to cheer up.

The old man suggested: "Your Highness, why don't we go!"

Chu Zihang immediately rejected: "No, the Lava City finally appeared in the world, and we escaped in a panic without any chance. If those guys knew, they would laugh at me!"

"But..." The old man sighed, "Well, wait, maybe there will be a turn!"

As he said, he took out a small shield from his arms, injected spiritual power into it, and a layer of transparent protective shield suddenly wrapped the two of them.

These sand people were blocked by the protective shield and could not attack Chu Zihang and the others. They could only rely on instinct to keep slapping the protective shield, but it was useless.

"Your Highness, let's take a rest!" The old man said.

Chu Zihang's physical strength was gradually running out, and he stopped trying to be strong. He immediately sat cross-legged to recover his physical and spiritual strength.

The warriors around saw this scene and shouted: "Your Highness the Seventh Prince, save us!"

However, Chu Zihang turned a blind eye to their requests for help.

After a short rest, the tiredness on Chu Zihang's face was slightly reduced, and his eyes looked in the direction of Xiao Yun.

Unlike the exhausted others, Xiao Yun seemed to be at ease. The endless fighting for a day and a night seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"This guy!"

Chu Zihang was envious and jealous. Xiao Yun was obviously only a first-grade martial king. Not only was his combat power not inferior to his, but his endurance was also better than his.

"I don't know where this freak came from!" Chu Zihang said speechlessly.

After a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yun's movements slowed down.

"Are you exhausted?" Chu Zihang taunted.

Facing endless attacks, even he, as a martial emperor, would feel tired, let alone Xiao Yun, a first-grade martial king.

What Chu Zihang didn't know was that Xiao Yun's slowing down was not because of physical exhaustion.

Although Xiao Yun was one major realm behind Chu Zihang, in terms of physical strength, a hundred Chu Zihangs combined could not match Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun's slowing down was just because he had determined the exact location of the Tsar, and he was going to attack the Tsar who was hiding in the dark.

As far as his spiritual sense could reach, the Tsar was a thousand miles away from Xiao Yun to the north.

Although the distance was a bit far, it was not a difficult task for Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun's mind moved, and the sword in his hand suddenly glowed with cold light, no longer dim and dull, and the whole sword body became extremely sharp.

The sword light rushed into the sky, collapsed into one black thunder after another, and slashed down!

Boom!

Countless sand people turned into powder under these terrifying thunders, and even some new sand people turned into yellow sand again before they could move.

The surviving warriors breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the sandmen around them had been cleared away.

"Finally, we can have some peace and quiet."

"Who is it? Who saved us!"

Everyone looked towards the source of the thunder and saw a young man bathed in lightning, illuminating the desert at night like the blazing sun.

Whoosh!

The lightning flashed across the sky and flew towards the north.

Xiao Yun flew towards the north at a high speed and saw a three-meter-tall sandman standing on a small pile of rocks, standing like a small mountain in the desert.

However, the most eye-catching thing was not this towering sandman like a mountain, but a small sandman the size of a palm standing on his shoulder.

Unlike other sandmen, his whole body was covered with yellow sand, showing a yellow-brown skin.

The skin of this palm-sized sandman was red, like the red of blood.

The little sand man kept making a "rustling" sound from his mouth, and the surrounding yellow sand continued to condense into sand men ten feet tall under his control, guarding him.

"It seems that he is the Tsar!" Xiao

Yun murmured.

This palm-sized little sand man is the Tsar he has been looking for.

The Tsar is a spirit of heaven and earth born and raised by nature, possessing the power to control sand and dust, and is known as the "Sand Spirit".

In the same period, only one Tsar will appear in a world. If the previous Tsar does not die, the next Tsar will not be born again. Moreover, it is extremely difficult for Tsars to be born, and only one will appear every ten thousand years or even tens of thousands of years.

As soon as the Tsar is born, he has the strength of a martial king and can control the sand and dust for his own use. It is similar to making sand men, which is one of his innate abilities.

A Tsar, as long as it reaches maturity, can have the strength comparable to the peak martial emperor.

If it were not for the catastrophe in ancient times, which caused the world to be silent, the laws to be damaged, and it was not allowed to become a god, it would not be difficult for the Tsar to become a god with his unique advantages.

However, despite this, they can reach the pinnacle of this world - the peak martial emperor realm, which is limited by heaven and earth.

The little Tsar in front of Xiao Yun looked like he was born not long ago, and his strength was weak, only the strength of a beginner martial king.

Capture the Tsar alive!

An interesting idea came to Xiao Yun's mind, to capture the Tsar and keep him company with the dragon that was hatching in the storage ring.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun came to the Tsar in an instant.

Shashasha.....

Perhaps sensing Xiao Yun's approach, the Tsar made a sharp cry for help.

Countless sand people rushed towards Xiao Yun, trying to tear the offender to pieces.

Xiao Yun was not afraid of this at all, and the Zhuxian Sword emitted a series of low humming sounds under the infusion of spiritual power. The sword body once again emitted cold light and shot towards the sky, triggering the thunder above the nine heavens.

Boom...

Boom...

In the sky, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning and thunder roared, endless black thunder roared, and the rolling thunder was deafening, drowning out the groaning of the sand people...

Thunder streaked across the sky, killing all the sand people who rushed over, including the most powerful sand man that the Tsar rode, and turned into yellow sand.

Swish...

Seeing that the situation was over, the Tsar wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

But how could Xiao Yun give it a chance? He attracted countless thunders to turn into a prison and locked the Tsar in it.

The little Tsar wanted to break free, but he was electrocuted as soon as he touched the thunder cage.

Seeing this, Xiao Yun threw the thunder cage and the little Tsar into the storage ring. He was not worried that the Tsar would run away. After all, the thunder cage transformed by the Zhuxian Sword was not something that a small martial king could break...