A large piece of the coast of the Endless Sea was exposed again.

Jin Le'er and her sister barely moistened their bodies with the water summoned by several monks with their spiritual power, but it was difficult for most of the monsters in the water to wet their bodies.

The ninth-level black turtle has temporarily put most of the low-level monsters into the space in its shell, but it cannot take in the remaining monsters of the same level as it.

The ice dragon in the sky also obediently fell to the ground, and Cang Lian carefully guarded Qingluo's side so that the vine would not be dried in the end - this was Sang Ying's friend whom he had given him to take care of. If something happened, he would definitely not have any good results.

Outside the camp is the wind and sand that desperately seizes the vitality of this world, and inside the camp is the high temperature that is so hot that even the cultivators of Ice Spirit Root cannot bear.

The monks struggled in these two terrible pains, only to feel that even breathing was so uncomfortable.

Bai Nianchou no longer looked like the young master of the Dragon Clan. He changed into thin clothes and followed Sang Zheng and Helian Mo and the others to discuss their next plans.

The rising temperature has greatly affected the demon race. The human race has strong adaptability, but many demon races have fur. In such hot weather, it is like a thick quilt wrapped around their bodies.

There are also some demon clans who should have lived in the water, which are even more miserable.

After all, even the Endless Sea has been sunk into boiling water, and the daily water level continues to drop. Where can other small rivers and lakes escape?

This can be said to be the most severe test that Helian Mo has ever suffered since he succeeded to the position of Demon King, and it was even more severe than the last time someone in the clan betrayed him.

"The wind and sand are no longer the most serious matter now. If the weather continues to be so hot, I may have to take my tribe members to the snowfield in the north." Helian Mo said truthfully.

But Fang Chi, who sat with all the powerful people, sneered on the spot: "Do you think the snow field is good? Are you not afraid to tell you, my senior brother who stayed in Chongxiao Palace two days ago also told me that the snow there melted overnight. However, Chongxiao Palace was not flooded by snow water, and the snow water was directly dried in the blink of an eye."

Moreover, because there is a lot of ice and snow in Chongxiao Palace all year round, without any plants. So when the heavy snow covering the ground melts and disappears, only bare land is left, even hotter than here.

If the monks had not had strong patience, they would not have been much better than this group of demons.

Of course these words are all true words, but it made Helian Mo even more worried. He couldn't help but look coldly at the other party: "Then what else can we do now? Is there no place for us to live in the entire lower world?"

Fang Chi just looked down on Helian Mo's attitude and wanted to say something else, but was grabbed by Hai Tingzhou, who was sitting next to her.

In the end, the sect leader of Wan Daosheng stood up and calmed the anger on both sides: "Okay, it's useless to argue here. Now Jiang Zhuoxue and the others are still running around. Why not contact them as soon as possible and ask where the storm came from. Then see if there is a solution."

Five small worlds were merged together, and now even the coldest Tibetan underworld is filled with a humid and hot atmosphere.

After the demonized people who were wandering around the streets were removed from their demonic energy, they lay on the ground like a living dead. The other monks and mortals from the Tibetan underworld rushed to the camp at the fastest speed, but they were staggered with Jiang Zhuoxue and his party.

It can be said that there is really no paradise in the entire lower realm now. Unless all of them immediately ascend to the Tao, the destruction of the lower realm is their own destruction.

It happened that at this moment, news came from Jiang Zhuoxue and the others.

Sang Zheng took out his messenger talisman and gently wiped it with his hand. The influence of more than a dozen people immediately appeared in front of them.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuoxue was still as weird as a demon, but Helian Mo's eyes flashed.

"How, have you found the origin of the storm?" Sang Zheng asked this question, and immediately found that the group of people seemed to be in a wrong state at the moment.

Before Jiang Zhuoxue, the leader, had time to answer, he felt something and raised his arms behind him. A burst of yellow sand immediately submerged the background of these people in the messenger talisman.

It was not until this time that everyone in the camp realized that Jiang Zhuoxue and his party opposite seemed to be running away at this moment!

Jiang Zhuoxue had no time to explain, so he threw his messenger talisman to Dong Fuzhu, and then blocked directly in front of others.

He turned his head and told everyone: "I can stop you one or two more, run away! Don't forget to tell others what we see and ask them to be careful sooner!"

Dong Fuzhu paused slightly, but among the two options of leaving and leaving to report the news, she firmly chose the latter. She is no longer the little girl who will be overwhelmed by the will of her mind. She now has more important things to do.

Dong Fuzhu held the messenger talisman tightly and ran faster with the rest of the people.

In addition to Jiang Zhuoxue, there were also Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin who stayed there. Duan Hanyi also wanted to stay, but was knocked unconscious by Dong Fuzhu and took it away.

The smoke and dust behind him had not disappeared, but a giant figure crossed the yellow sand and appeared in front of Jiang Zhuoxue and others.

In the picture where the messaging sign was not clear enough, Sang Zheng and others in the camp saw tall monsters covered in earth and brown, rushing towards Jiang Zhuoxue and others in the sand and stones!

"What is that?!" Jiulian immediately came up and asked a stern question.

Dong Fuzhu used spiritual power on her legs, so she ran very fast. Everyone could only hear the whistling sound of wind coming from her, mixed with roars.

Just in these messy sounds, Dong Fuzhu yelled at them almost heart-wrenchingly: "That is something that drilled out of the underground hole. The storm and yellow sand are all brought by them. These things eat people and spiritual power! They eat everything and can swallow everything. Together with that black hole, they will swallow all the lower realm!"

The last word she pronounced, and a monster that was much smaller than what she saw before suddenly jumped in front of Dong Fuzhu and others.

At this moment, the people in the camp finally saw the monster clearly.

His feet are like wolves and his body is like tigers. His face is full of wrinkles and outturns, and he looks very much like a human.

But the human being does not have four exposed teeth as long and sharp as it is.

The monster's screams were like a baby. It howled in a low voice and rushed towards Dong Fuzhu and others, obviously to help chase their companions behind them and block the way Dong Fuzhu and others.

At this moment, Dong Fuzhu knew that she must be unable to escape now. She held the messenger talisman in one hand and drew out the long sword in the other hand.

The monster probably knew that among the remaining people, Dong Fuzhu was the one who posed the greatest threat to it, so he launched an attack on Dong Fuzhu as soon as he came.

But before the monster could pounce on Dong Fuzhu, this strange thing stopped inexplicably in the air.

Dong Fuzhu keenly felt the temperature around her suddenly drop, and the monster that was stagnating in the air was covered with thick frost in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!