Four Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Stepping on the River Fright

The three-meter-tall white sand monsters transformed into white sand had already lined up in four or five rows, and they surrounded the pair of mage hunters who broke into the Wangsha River.

As a result, rows and rows of white sand knives fell one after another like that. These sand knives were not like normal sharp weapons. Their blades were extremely blunt, and after they were cut off, they completely smashed the mage hunters to pieces.

As a result, flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The moonlight is blue and white, and the entire Shawang River is beige, so the bright red smeared on the ground looks more eye-catching and creepy!

Mo Fan stared at him. Although he had no intention of rescuing them at all, the speed at which these people died was still too fast. Their magic defense was not weak, but they couldn't resist so many Baisha demon soldiers at all. The knife and the ax add up!

The defense was shattered in an instant, and the screams were still echoing in this empty desert, extremely shrill!

"Oh my god!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed from behind Mo Fan.

Mo Fan turned his head and found that everyone had woken up from the tents.

Both Xinxia and Chenying covered their mouths, Shui Lingling's eyes widened to the limit, obviously they also saw the scene just now.

The horror of the Lost Sand River far exceeded their imagination. It felt like an ordinary person jumped into a big river full of ferocious sharks, and was torn apart in an instant, making it difficult to parry.

"Why don't we just come to Dunhuang for a trip this time, and go back wherever we need to go?" Zhao Manyan said with a numb scalp and weak limbs.

Zhao Manyan learned from the previous secret scrolls that the Drifting Sand River is the most dangerous forbidden place in the Dunhuang generation. Countless hunters lost their lives here, but what Zhao Manyan saw with his own eyes today completely felt the trembling from his soul. If it wasn’t for the team of hunters who were chased by a group of Sand Howling Tigers for some reason, I’m afraid they will enjoy this sandstorm tomorrow. They are the only ones who took the journey to the underworld of the sword array.

"We... don't we have Xinxia here? It should... it shouldn't be as miserable as them." A bold person like Zhang Xiaohou is already unable to speak clearly.

Both Chen Ying and Xin Xia didn't speak for a long time. After all, it will take some time for them to make some psychological adjustments to such a bloody scene. After some time, Chen Ying stared into her eyes and said to Xin Xia: " Can your spiritual magic really appease these demon soldiers? If something goes wrong, wouldn’t everyone be like them.”

Xinxia thought for a while before nodding seriously,

He said softly: "The blood-stained white sand demon soldiers just now are in a violent mood. If we pass through this area, it must be a disaster, but as long as we go to the areas that are not stained with blood, I can guarantee that they will not attack us."

"But even if it's like this, I still feel panicked for a while. In case of any accident, we will all stay here." Zhao Manyan said in a cold voice.

At this time, Lingling cast a disdainful glance at these two cowardly people who were about to shrink back, and said calmly: "Those idiots just dug their own graves to startle six or seven Sand Howl Tigers, but they didn't They have yet to break into the Lost Sand River recklessly, and if they fight to the death with the Sand Howl Tiger, they may still have a chance to escape. Stepping into the Lost Sand River with such a loud noise like them is no different from jumping into hell by ourselves. The few of us as long as If we act more carefully, plus Sister Xinxia's Psychic Magic protects us, it will be no different from crossing a dry river."

At this time, Xinxia also recovered from the panic, and she said with certainty: "If we go according to the plan we have drawn up, there will be no problems, but everyone must remember: before I get my permission We must not use any kind of magic in the Wangsha River, once there is a wave of destructive magic, these white sand demon soldiers will attack us subconsciously, and the situation will get out of control at that time."

Both Zhao Manyan and Chen Ying nodded. They also knew that it would be unrealistic to use their own strength to fight against these demon soldiers from the Shawang River, but as long as there are spiritual mages around, everything will be fine.

Everyone returned to the tent with this shock, and they still didn't sleep well all night.

After all, the terrifying Shawang River is less than 20 meters away. God knows if those terrifying White Sand Demon Soldiers will crawl to the shore and attack the people on the shore.

With this uneasiness, everyone stayed up until dawn, and the red sun in the east sprinkled a bright red brilliance on the Shawang River. The blood of those people had dried up last night, but they were illuminated by the bright red sun , is still so clear, reminding them that this giant long river of white sand is definitely not as calm as it looks, it is a place of near death!

"How about one of us go down and try first, it's better than being wiped out all at once." Zhao Manyan said weakly.

"I also think this is good. Everyone has a bottom line in their hearts. The question is who will go down." Mo Fan stared at Zhao Manyan with ill intentions.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou was also very sensible and refrained from showing off, and handed over this heroic task to Zhao Manyan.

Zhao Manyan really wanted to give himself a slap in the face, he was full, so why would he talk so much.

He still held a sliver of hope, and said to Zhang Xiaohou with a smile: "You are a soldier, you are brave, and you have two displacement skills. If anything happens, you can run fast. I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Xiaohou hurriedly waved his hands, and said to Zhao Manyan with a serious face: "I heard Brother Fan say that your defense is comparable to that of a thousand-year-old tortoise, I think even if those white sand demon soldiers appear, with your heavy protection, they will not be able to support us Come to save you."

Zhao Manyan looked at Mo Fan begging for help.

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders, and said with a serious face: "I am the dps in this team, and this kind of thing is more suitable for you two."

Zhao Manyan looked helpless, he looked back at Xinxia.

"Although go, nothing will happen, but you still have to remember that you don't use any magic before I give you clear instructions, it will only put you in danger..." Xinxia said softly.

Zhao Manyan was walking hard into the Shawang River, how could his mood be described as uneasy.

He tiptoed, every time he stepped on the white sand, his heart would beat violently!

He heard the sound of whimpering wind coming from the front. In his opinion, it was not a huge river that had dried up at all, but a terrifying road to the underworld.

"Boom~~~~~~!"

Before taking a few steps, layers of white sand waves appeared around Zhao Manyan! ! !

Dozens of white sand demon soldiers suddenly appeared beside him!

They stand mighty, and their tall bodies are like warriors in white armor!