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Chapter 175 The Hundred Battles of the Yellow Sands

"Buzz!"

Countless jet-black sword energies erupted from Lu Xuan's center.

These sword energies did not attack randomly, but rather seemed to have eyes, precisely piercing the weak points of each sand demon worm, such as the gaps in its carapace, its eyes, and its mouthparts!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A series of rapid sounds of flesh being pierced rang out.

The dozens of sand demon worms at the forefront froze in place, and then their bodies exploded like punctured balloons!

Green sap splattered everywhere, and it smelled incredibly foul.

"Such precise swordsmanship!"

Jian Wuchen watched this scene with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

He considered himself a master swordsman, but even he couldn't guarantee that every strike would hit the weak point precisely in such a chaotic situation.

This is not just a matter of swordsmanship, but also a matter of eyesight!

"Don't just stand there! Kill!"

Lu Xuan forced the swarm of insects back with a single sword strike and shouted loudly.

The crowd then came to their senses, their morale soaring. They unleashed their magical treasures and martial arts techniques, following behind Lu Xuan as they launched a counterattack against the swarm of insects.

With Lu Xuan, this human radar, leading the way, the pressure on everyone was greatly reduced.

After all, the individual strength of this sand demon worm is not strong.

Only at the Soul Platform Realm.

There isn't even a Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator.

Moreover, it lacks wisdom.

At first, Zhuge Qing, Xiao Huohuo and the others also estimated that those disciples were weaker. Otherwise, they could have wiped them out by themselves!

On the other side...

The people of the Yin Sha Sect and the Tian Jian Sect were not so lucky.

Although they also encountered attacks from the insect swarm, without someone like Lu Xuan, they could only fight on their own.

On the Yin Sha Sect's side, the air was thick with ghostly energy, and countless fierce ghosts were locked in battle with swarms of insects.

However, the number of sand demon worms was too great, and they had a certain resistance to the Yin energy.

Disciples of the Yin Sha Sect could be heard screaming as they were dragged underground and devoured.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they lost more than a dozen people.

The situation is slightly better at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Sword cultivators possess formidable attack power, and Jian Wuxin, wielding only his sword, single-handedly drove the insect swarm to its knees, preventing them from getting close.

However, the other disciples were not as strong, and they also faced many dangers under the swarm of insects, with countless people being injured.

"Damn it! How come the Ziyang Sect is advancing so fast?"

The Yin Sha Sect looked at the Zi Yang Sect members who were advancing unstoppably in the distance, their eyes filled with jealousy.

"It's that Lu Xuan again!"

"Just who is this kid? How does he know everything?"

The leading disciple gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

They could only watch helplessly as the Ziyang Sect members gradually disappeared into the distance, while they themselves were mired in a quagmire.

at last.

Under Lu Xuan's leadership, the Ziyang Sect members broke free from the insect swarm's encirclement.

Looking back, all I could see was yellow sand filling the sky and insect corpses littering the ground.

Although some disciples were injured, compared to the dire situation of the other two sects, this was the best possible outcome.

"Phew—that was close."

One of the disciples plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his face full of relief.

"Thanks to Senior Brother Lu, otherwise I would be stuck here feeding bugs today."

The other disciples nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Lu Xuan.

"Junior Brother Lu, you've saved everyone again this time."

Xiao Huohuo walked over, patted Lu Xuan on the shoulder, and looked serious.

"We're all from the same sect, it's only right."

Lu Xuan smiled, not taking credit for it.

After all, even without him, and even without powerful cultivators like Xiao Huohuo and Zhuge Qing, the remaining people would still be able to deal with these sand demon worms.

It's just a bit more difficult.

Lu Xuan turned his head to look ahead.

As they looked into the distance, the towering mountain seemed to grow even closer.

At the foot of the mountain, the outlines of some houses can be vaguely seen.

"That should be the entrance to the second heaven."

Zhuge Qing walked over, fanning himself with a folding fan. Looking ahead, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

"But it looks like it won't be that easy for us to get in."

Lu Xuan nodded, and then the Chaos Divine Eye opened.

Although they couldn't see the situation there clearly, they could still vaguely sense an aura that was even more terrifying than that of the desert worm.

As they got closer, everyone finally saw the true appearance of the houses.

It was a group of dilapidated houses scattered haphazardly on the yellow sand, some of them half-collapsed and eroded beyond recognition by the wind and sand.

"Is this the end of the first heaven?"

One of the disciples from Lieyang Peak scratched his head, looking somewhat disappointed.

"I thought there would be at least a palace, but this is all?"

Zhuge Qing's expression was very solemn.

"Something's not right; the layout here is very strange."

"Although the houses are very dilapidated, their arrangement is based on the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, and there is a sense of desolation beneath the yellow sand."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan activated his Chaos Divine Eye once more.

In his view, these adobe houses were no longer ordinary buildings, but had turned into huge whirlpools of sand.

In the center of that whirlpool, one could vaguely see figures clad in armor and wielding long spears, sleeping peacefully.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Xuan's expression changed.

"They're terracotta warriors! Everyone be careful, these aren't houses, they're terracotta warriors!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a series of clattering and grinding sounds came from the mud-brick houses.

Then, the once quiet street instantly came alive.

As countless grains of yellow sand gathered, the dilapidated mud houses began to writhe and deform, eventually even transforming into something over ten feet tall.

The terracotta warriors are made entirely of yellow sand.

These terracotta warriors have no flesh and blood, but their aura is extremely powerful, each possessing the strength of a peak Soul Platform cultivator.

Moreover, their numbers are extremely large, densely packed together at a glance, clearly numbering no less than several thousand.

"Trespassers, die!"

The terracotta warrior at the very front let out a low growl, and then thrust out a long spear in its hand.

The terracotta warriors behind them all took a step forward in unison.

"boom!"

The earth trembled, and yellow sand filled the sky.

Then, an extremely terrifying aura of military formation surged into the sky, directly suppressing everyone's momentum.

Xiao Huohuo's expression also changed slightly.

"What a powerful formation!"

If these thousands of terracotta warriors were to fight one-on-one, he could kill a whole bunch of them with a single slap.

But at this moment, they formed a military formation, their energy connected, and they were as one, bringing an oppressive feeling that was in no way weaker than that of a demon beast in the Returning Origin Realm.

"Junior Brother Zhuge, are you familiar with this formation?"

Xiao Huohuo looked at Zhuge Qing.

Zhuge Qing nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"This is an ancient battle formation amidst the yellow sands!"

"I never expected to see you here!"

"This formation is powerful, but once its core is broken, these terracotta warriors will fall into disarray!"

"Where is the key point of the formation?"

Zhuge Qing pointed with his folding fan to a high platform at the very back of the terracotta warrior group.

There stood a terracotta warrior general, even taller, holding a command flag.

"Right there!"

"Once we take it down, this formation will collapse on its own!"

"Okay! I'll go get its dog head!"

Xiao Huohuo shouted and was about to charge into the enemy lines.

Zhuge Qing grabbed him.

"This military formation is unpredictable. If we try to force our way through, we will only get surrounded and waste our spiritual energy."

"Leave this to me."

As he spoke, Zhuge Qing stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.

Then, he unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

On the fan surface was a painting depicting the landscape and the state of the nation.