Versatile Mage

The white sands of the three-meter-high white sand demons of the white sand have been arranged into four or five columns, and they have surrounded the pair of hunting wizards who broke into the Shaying River.

As a result, the rows of white sand knives fell in the same way. These sand knives were not like normal sharp weapons. They were extremely blunt, and after cutting them, they completely smashed the hunting wizards.

So flesh and blood!

The moonlight is blue and white, and the entire Shaying River is beige, so the bright red on the ground looks more striking and creepy!

Mo Fan squinted, although he didn't have the idea of ​​saving himself at all, but the speed of death of this group of people is still too fast, their magic defense is not weak, but they can't resist so many white sands. Add the knife and axe!

The defense was shattered in an instant, and the screams echoed in this empty desert, so fierce!

"My God!" At this time, Zhao Manyan, who came from behind Mofan, exclaimed.

Mo Fan went back and found that everyone had already woken up from the tent.

Both Xin Xia and Chen Ying were holding their mouths, and the eyes of Shui Lingling reached the limit. Obviously they also saw the scene just now.

The horror of the Shaying River is far beyond their imagination. It feels like ordinary people jump into a river full of ferocious sharks, and they are torn apart in an instant, which is difficult to parry.

"Would you like to go to Dunhuang for a trip here, where should I go back?" Zhao Manyan said that his scalp was numb and his limbs were soft.

From the previous Zhimi scroll, Zhao Manyan learned that the Shaying River is the most banned forbidden place in the Dunhuang generation. Numerous hunters have ruined their lives here, but today they saw it with their own eyes. Zhao Manyan thoroughly felt the shudder from the soul. If the former hunting hunters didn’t know why they were chased by a group of sizzling tigers, I am afraid to enjoy this sand tomorrow. The Huangquan trip of the squadron is a few of them.

"Let's we don't have the heart to be in the summer? It should... shouldn't be as bad as they are." Zhang Xiaohou, a daring person, has already spoken.

Morning Ying and Xin Xia are not talking for a long time, so a **** picture will take some time for them to do some psychological adjustment. After a long time, Chen Ying said to her heart and said to her heart: " Can your mind magic really appease these demon soldiers? If there is a bit of a scorpion, everyone is not all with them."

After thinking for a while, Xin Xia nodded seriously and said softly: "The white sand demon soldier who has already been infected with blood is very violent. If we pass from this area, it must be fierce, but just take those and Without being infected with **** areas, I can guarantee that they will not attack us."

"But even this is the case, I still feel a panic, in case of any accident we will be here." Zhao Manyan said coldly.

At this time, Lingling looked disdainfully at the two people who were timid to retreat. They said calmly: "The idiots, who dig the graveyard and stunned the six or seven sizzling tigers, even I still don't know how to break into the Shaying River. If you fight with the Shaking Tigers, you may have the opportunity to escape. It is no different from them to step into the Shaying River like them. It is no different for us to jump into hell. Be careful, and add to the heart of my sister's soul magic to protect us and it is no different from a dry river."

At this time, Xin Xia also recovered from the panic. She said with certainty: "There will be no problem if we follow our own plan, but everyone must remember: before I get my permission. You must not use any magic in the Shaying River. Once the scent of destruction magic is fluctuating, these white sand soldiers will subconsciously attack us, and then the situation will be out of control."

Both Zhao Manyan and Chen Ying nodded. They also knew that it would be unrealistic to use their own strength to compete against the sands of the Shaying River. But as long as there is a spiritual master, everything will be safe.

Everyone took the shock and decided to return to the tent. It was not enough to sleep all night.

After all, the horrible Shaying River is less than 20 meters apart. God knows whether those horrible white sand soldiers will climb to the shore and attack the people on the shore.

With this uneasiness, everyone reached the dawn, and the red day of the East fell in the Shaying River with a touch of brilliant red. The blood of the people had been dried up last night, but it was illuminated by the bright red sun. It is still as clear as it is, reminding them that the giant river of white sand is definitely not as calm as it seems, it is the land of nine deaths!

"Would it be better for us to go down and try it out, it’s better than the whole army to annihilate it." Zhao Manyan said weakly.

"I also think this is good. Everyone has a bottom in mind. The question is who is going on." Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan with a good intention.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou was very acquainted with the ignorance of this heroic task to Zhao Manyan.

Zhao Manyan really wants to give himself a slap in the face, eat full, and do more of this mouth.

He also held a glimmer of hope, and smiled and said to Zhang Xiaohou: "You are a soldier, you have a first-class courage, and you have two displacement skills. If something goes wrong, you can still give it to you."

Zhang Xiaohou hurriedly waved his hand and said to Zhao Manyan seriously: "I heard Fan Ge say that your defense is comparable to the millennium old turtle. I think even if there are those white sand soldiers, your protection will not support us. Come to save you."

Zhao Manyan looked at Mo Fan with a look of help.

Mo Fan shrugged and said in a positive voice: "I am the DPS in this team. This kind of thing is more suitable for you."

Zhao Manyan's helpless face, he looked back at the heart of the summer.

"Although go, there will be nothing, but still remember that I did not use any magic before you gave me a clear instruction, it will only make you in danger..." The soft words of the summer.

Zhao Manyan is walking hard to the Shaying River. How can his mood be described by a beggar?

He crept, and every time he stepped on the white sand, the heart would be violently beating!

In his ear, the sound of the whimper from the front, it seems that he is not a huge river that has dried up, but a horrible road to Huangquan.

"嘣~~~~~~!"

Haven't walked a few steps yet, there is a layer of white sand waves around Zhao Manyan! ! !

Just a few dozen white sand soldiers appeared next to him!

They are so mighty, the tall body is like a warrior wearing white armor!