Chapter 2580 (1/2)

Buried God desert is the frontier of the western part of the ancient spiritual world. It is large and boundless, as large as half of the great wasteland. It has a vast area and is hard to bear the heat.

At this moment, a space vortex appears over the eastern part of the buried God desert.

The waves flew out of the whirlpool and landed on the outskirts of a golden desert.

”Eh?”

Shen Lang is quite surprised. His original spatial transmission technique should be able to transmit him to the center of the burial God desert, but it seems that in the process of transmission, he arrived at the barrier of some kind of power early and flew to the periphery of the desert, that is, the entrance.

”Is this the power of the law?”

Shen Lang is acutely aware of the disorder of the space in the desert, and there is also a layer of mysterious laws that cannot be explained clearly.

However, the power of the law in the God burial desert is very mysterious, which seems to have no negative impact on the monks themselves, and there is no obvious restriction. The only thing is that the space around the desert is locked by the power of the law, which is equivalent to a ”dimensional blockade” of natural existence. Shen Lang can no longer use the space transmission technology to transmit in the God burial desert.

In addition, Shen Lang tries to show the spirit eyes of the eagle, and tries to peep around. He finds that the space in the desert is distorted so much that the pupil is greatly limited. He can only peep at the area of ten thousand miles, but not far away from the consciousness.

Of course, due to the unstable space here, the divine sense can not be extended too far away, at most wandering within tens of thousands of miles.

Shen Lang released his divine sense and explored one or two. Within tens of thousands of miles ahead, he did not find a monk.

In desperation, Shen Lang had to fly into the endless golden desert ahead, ready to find monks living in the desert of burial God.

The sand and gravel in the desert are all pure gold, hard and extremely sharp. The sandstorm can be seen everywhere, no less than the powerful magic attack.

Sandstorms are strong and weak. The strongest sandstorm is like a giant tornado. The space in the center of the tuyere is distorted and turbulent.

And the threat of sandstorms is not as simple as it appears.

”Boom!”

Shen Lang has just flown into the desert of funerary God for only ten thousand li. Just in front of him comes a large-scale sandstorm with a loud voice, like thunder.

The sandstorm is as fast as lightning. Shen Lang has no magic weapon of Hunyuan. He can't dodge for a while, so he has to pinch out a pure Yang Sword Shield.

A white shield of light enveloped the waves.

”Hiss, hiss, hiss!”

The fierce sand storm bombarded the sword shield of Chunyang, making a strong dull sound.

It's just an attack of this degree that Shen Lang can easily resist.

But it was not as easy as he thought. Hundreds of insects with reddish scales suddenly flew out of the sandstorm!

The insect is about several meters long, shaped like an earthworm, and its head is like a leech. Its round mouth is full of dense fangs.

”The golden worm?”

Shen wave glanced at the insects flying in the sandstorm, his eyes slightly shrunk.

The reason why the burial desert is called the four dangerous places is largely due to this dangerous insect.

I saw those red golden sand worms flying like arrows, opening the rows of fangs like leeches and gnawing at the pure Yang Sword Shield crazily.

”Hiss, hiss!”