my world double door.

The hot sand was flying wildly in the wind, and the barren desert was like a golden sea. The sand dunes were rising and falling like waves, stretching to the end of the world. The scorching sun was hanging high, ruthlessly burning this dead land. The air was distorted under the high temperature, as if everything in the world was struggling and surrendering in this blazing heat.

In this desperate situation, four figures flashed like ghosts. They were the strongest geniuses of the eighth level of Wuling Heaven - the fierce scarred "Kuang Ren", with eyes like falcons, sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, the long sword in his hand drank countless blood, the blade exuded a cold chill, and the cold light was like a fierce star twinkling in the night sky, which made people afraid; the agile "Feng Ying", dressed in black clothes that fit his body tightly, moved as fast as the wind, and was good at hiding and raiding. When he swept across the sand, he left only a trail of The faint black shadow is like a ghost floating in the desert; the stern-faced "Ice Soul" has cold air lingering on his fingertips, and frost condenses wherever he passes, and he can freeze his opponents with the power of extreme cold. His eyes are like the cold wind on the ice field, cold and ruthless; and the "Flame Lion" who is as strong as a mountain, with bulging muscles and skin glowing red. Every breath seems to have a flame burning in his chest, and the high temperature released makes the surrounding air restless, as if he is a fire demon walking out of the abyss of hell.

At this time, a team of exhausted warriors was struggling to trudge forward in the desert. Their clothes were ragged, and some places were torn by the wind and sand, revealing bloody and bruised skin. The steps were heavy and dragging, and each step left a deep footprint on the soft sand, as if they had exhausted all their strength. Their faces were full of the hardships and fatigue of the journey, and sweat mixed with sand and dust left dirty marks on their cheeks. The leader was a middle-aged warrior, with a firm look in his eyes but unable to hide the vicissitudes of life. The years of hardship carved deep wrinkles on his face, like a dry riverbed in the desert. He held a slightly mottled long sword in his hand, and the scabbard was scratched. It was the mark left by countless fights with the wind and sand and the enemy, witnessing the countless battles they had along the way.

"Crazy Blade" took the lead, he let out a scream like a night owl, the sound cut through the silence of the desert, as if it was a declaration of death. His figure instantly turned into a black lightning, rushing to the back of the team. The long sword in his hand dragged out a long cold light, that cold light flashed with cold murderous intent under the scorching sun, and instantly slashed at a young warrior at the end of the team. The warrior widened his eyes in horror, his eyes reflected the rapidly approaching shadow of death, and hurriedly raised his sword to block. However, the power of "Crazy Blade" was so strong that there was only a sharp sound of metal collision, and the young warrior's sword was instantly knocked away. With a crisp sound, the long sword drew an arc in the air and finally disappeared in the vast sea of ​​sand. The long sword slashed across his chest, and a line of blood splashed out, which instantly dried up in the hot air and turned into a dazzling red mark, like a strange flower blooming in the desert.

"Wind Shadow" shuttled across the sand like a ghost, his figure blending into the yellow sand and almost indistinguishable. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the flank of the team, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light, stabbing at a stunned warrior like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. The warrior was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by the dagger. He immediately let out a scream, which was torn into pieces by the strong wind. "Wind Shadow" did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He shook his wrist and twisted the dagger violently at the wound. The warrior's scream became more and more shrill, and his body went limp and fell to the sand, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ice Soul" snorted coldly, forming seals with his hands. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed in his palms, turning into ice spikes that shot at the warrior team like a rain of arrows. Wherever the ice spikes went, the gravel was instantly frozen, making a crisp "crackling" sound, as if the desert was groaning in pain. The warriors in the team waved their weapons to resist, but there were too many ice spikes, and several people were still hit. A warrior's leg was pierced by an ice spike, and the blood oozed out and was quickly frozen. He fell to the ground in pain, but was shivering from the cold ice air. The sound of his teeth chattering was clearly audible in the whistling wind, and his exhaled breath turned into white mist in front of him.

The "Flame Lion" roared loudly, and the sound waves rolled like thunder, shaking the surrounding sand dunes slightly, and sand slid down from the dunes. He strode forward, leaving a deep footprint on the sand with every step, and the hot breath spread from his body, making the air around him distorted and blurred. After approaching the team, he swung a punch, and the fist wind wrapped in flames, like a roaring fire dragon, pounced on the warriors. The flames instantly engulfed several warriors who were unable to dodge. They struggled and roared in pain in the fire, and their clothes and hair were quickly burned, emitting a pungent smell. The smell filled the air and made people sick. In a moment, they turned into charred debris and gradually dissipated in the wind.

Faced with this sudden and fatal attack, the warrior team fell into chaos and despair. They fled in all directions, but found that there was no way to escape. They were surrounded by the powerful pressure emanating from these four strongest geniuses. Some warriors tried to resist, but in the face of the absolute gap in strength, their attacks were like ants trying to shake a tree, and were easily disintegrated. A warrior mustered up his courage and rushed towards the "Wild Blade" waving his sword, but the "Wild Blade" dodged his attack with a slight flash, and then slashed his arm at the shoulder with a backhanded sword. The sword in the warrior's hand also fell, and he rolled on the ground holding the broken arm, and the blood dyed a large area of ​​sand red.

"Mad Blade" shuttled through the crowd at will, blood splattered wherever he passed, with a ferocious smile on his face, which looked particularly terrifying against the blood stains, enjoying the pleasure of killing. "Wind Shadow" kept looking for the enemy's weaknesses, and delivered a fatal blow with his agile skills and deadly dagger. His figure was like a ghost, making it difficult to guard against. "Ice Soul" stood aside, continuously controlling the ice spike attack, turning the entire battlefield into an icy purgatory. He looked at the killing in front of him with indifference, as if all this had nothing to do with him. "Flame Lion" was like a demon god, and every move was accompanied by fire and death. His roar filled the hearts of the warriors with fear, as if it was a judgment from hell.

In this brutal massacre, the desert seemed to be enraged by the bloody atmosphere. The wind became more and more violent, and the sandstorm covered the sky and the sun, completely burying the bloody battlefield under endless yellow sand.

And the four most powerful geniuses of the eighth level of martial spirit, after looting the warriors' property and resources, gradually disappeared in the vast sea of ​​sand, leaving behind only deathly silence and despair, as well as broken bodies and arms slowly buried by the wind and sand, as if telling of the cruel law of the jungle in this desert, and becoming another forgotten bloody past in this desolate world.

"Hehe, these idiots never know how to find it themselves, how can they be faster than robbing others."

In another desolate land, four of the most powerful geniuses of the eighth level of martial spirit realm—Crazy Blade, Wind Shadow, Ice Soul, and Flame Lion—appeared like ghosts.

They checked the looted materials with smiles on their faces, and were especially happy after finding the first copper. They talked with each other about dividing the spoils.

At this time, a figure slowly approached from a distance. It was Li Yang who was on his way. His steps were steady, and every step he took seemed to blend into the desert. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and calmness, as if this harsh desert environment was just an ordinary road for him, and it could not affect his determination to move forward. Li Yang was wearing a black robe, the corners of his clothes rustled in the wind, and he carried a mysterious Nine Realms Tower on his back. The tower exuded a simple and mysterious atmosphere, and runes flickered faintly. Those runes seemed to be telling of an ancient and powerful power, as if they contained endless mysteries and majesty.

Seeing this, Kuang Ren took the lead and let out a shriek like a night owl, breaking the silence of the desert. He rushed towards Li Yang like a black lightning, raised the long sword in his hand high, and with a force that broke the wind, he fiercely slashed at Li Yang's neck, the blade flashing with cold murderous intent under the scorching sun. Li Yang's eyes condensed, and he calmly dodged to the side with a light and agile movement, easily avoiding this fierce attack. Kuang Ren's attack missed, and he was angry and slashed with his backhand. The blade flashed like a silver streak, approaching Li Yang's waist, and the speed was so fast that it was astonishing. Li Yang's body was agile, and he tapped his feet lightly, retreating like catkins. At the same time, his right hand quickly stretched out, and his two fingers came together, and he actually clamped the tip of Kuang Ren's blade accurately, making it unable to move. Kuang Ren pulled out the sword with force, but found that the long sword was like being clamped by a pair of pliers, and it didn't move at all. A look of astonishment and fear appeared on his face.

Seeing that the mad blade could not be defeated for a long time, Fengying snorted coldly and turned into a black shadow to attack from the side. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and stabbed at Li Yang's back like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and the speed was as fast as lightning across the night sky. Li Yang seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly, clenched his left fist, and punched Fengying with a whistling sound. This punch seemed simple, but it contained great power. The fist wind was whistling, and the surrounding air seemed to be compressed by this punch. Fengying could not dodge and had to use the dagger to resist. With a muffled sound, Fengying felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, leaving a deep gully in the sand. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale as paper, with his eyes full of disbelief and shock. Seeing his companion frustrated, Bingpo quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, and a hint of viciousness in his eyes. In an instant, the water vapor in the surrounding air condensed rapidly, and a large amount of water vapor appeared out of thin air in the originally dry desert air. Under the control of Bingpo, these water vapors turned into countless ice spikes, shooting at Li Yang like a rain of arrows. The ice spikes flashed with cold light, and each one was extremely sharp, as if it could easily penetrate steel. Li Yang looked calm, dancing with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged, forming an invisible shield in front of him. The ice spikes hit the shield, making a crackling sound, and they broke and scattered all over the ground, turning into crystal ice chips, flashing colorful light under the sunlight. Li Yang took advantage of the situation and took a step forward. The spell in his hand changed, and a golden spiritual light shot out from his palm and went straight to Bingpo. This golden light was extremely fast, and the air was slightly distorted by the burning wherever it passed. Bingpo was shocked and hurriedly summoned an ice wall to resist. The golden light hit the ice wall, and countless cracks appeared on the ice wall in an instant, and it collapsed with a loud bang. Bingpo was also shocked by the aftermath and retreated repeatedly. His face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was shaking slightly. He was obviously shocked by Li Yang's powerful strength.

Seeing the miserable state of his companions, the Flame Lion roared with such force that the surrounding dunes trembled and the sand fell off the dunes. Flames rose from his body, as if he had turned into a giant of fire. Every inch of his skin was wrapped in flames. As the flames danced, they emitted scorching heat, making people feel as if they were in a furnace. He pounced on Li Yang fiercely, leaving a deep fire pit on the sand with every step. The scorching breath instantly melted the surrounding sand into glass, forming a strange and terrifying scene. Li Yang was not afraid at all. He took a deep breath, and the Nine Realms Tower behind him suddenly emitted a strong humming sound, as if it was a sleeping giant awakened. The tower slowly flew up and hovered above Li Yang's head. Runes flickered and shone brightly. Each rune seemed to contain mysterious power. The runes intertwined with each other to form a powerful energy field.

Li Yang put his hands together and shouted, "Suppress!" The sound echoed throughout the desert for a long time.

"boom!!"

The Nine Realms Tower instantly began to spin, its speed increasing, and a strong suction force surged from the bottom of the tower. Crazy Blade, Wind Shadow, Ice Soul, and Flame Lion only felt an irresistible force pulling them, and their bodies flew into the tower involuntarily.

"what!"

"The most powerful treasure under the immortals!"

"Damn it!"

"help me!"

They struggled in fear, trying to break free from this force. Wild Blade swung his long sword, trying to cut off the suction. Wind Shadow flashed and fled everywhere. Ice Soul condensed ice walls to try to block it. Flame Lion released more powerful flames to burn this force, but it was all in vain. The figures of the four people became smaller and smaller, and were finally sucked into the Nine Realms Tower. With a flash of light, the tower returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

For a while, the wind in the desert was still strong, but the bloody atmosphere of the battle gradually dissipated. Li Yang stood there, looking at the Nine Realms Tower with deep eyes, and a trace of relief and relief flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he waved his hand gently, and the Nine Realms Tower slowly flew back into his hand and landed quietly on his back again.

"I got so many bronze medals. This battle was worth it!"

Li Yang straightened his clothes and smiled as he opened the four powerful enemy storage magic weapons, his eyes slightly bright. (End of this chapter)