The double of the sander is indeed a complete descendant to the next generation, but one thing is certain, it is a little different from the last one...

Last time, through the body of the Son of God, and thus as a sacrifice, this allowed the sand-body to come into this world.

Although the power is not yet above this, it is absolutely independent enough to be an individual without any connection, and nothing can affect it except himself.

But what is the situation now?

There is something like an umbilical cord, one connecting the unknown direction of the ground, and the other in the sand, although I can't see it, but I can't be sure of its existence.

Is it used to deliver gas to it?Or is it used to transfer power?

These initial assumptions were now rejected by me.

After a closer look, I can be sure that the thing is not used to transport things, but a special device for stabilizing the strength of the body of the sand, or the organ.

In the sand body has some action...such as before it to change the style of sand from our hands to escape, the umbilical cord-like thing, did not transport it anything, on the contrary, seems to be pumping away what... is the strength or breath?I didn't understand that.

When it stabilizes, slowly from the wind and sand into a humanoid, those things that are removed, and then back into its body.

This change is very subtle, even if the ancestors did not feel it, I also reluctantly realized this clue...

If you dare to speculate.

At this time, the sand body is just a foreign strong dry waste, how likely can this probability be?

Of course, I am not saying that it is very weak, in terms of combat effectiveness, I have absolutely no words, if you give it a chance to sow the wild, do not drag it so directly, I can't say that now I am all rubbed against it on the ground.

But not waste, this can not only look at the combat effectiveness, but also the stability of the body.

To put it bluntly, I doubt that the present-day sander is completely physical, even if its power is ... but the body?

Can his body carry such a powerful force?

It seems to me... that the sand-body that was met last time in the spiritual mountain is divided... that physical state is correct... can carry all its own strength...

Really, this time, the contrast between the body and the strength is all the opposite.

I almost made the last of my strength, and cried, the voice was no longer trembling, and the intense pain made my consciousness begin to fall apart quickly.

This time I don't know if it was a coincidence or a loud voice, the ancestors who were underground seemed to be listening and quickly gave me a response.

"There's an old altar below! there are a lot of human bodies!It looks like it's all just died soon!

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, heart said that the ancestors really can talk, this person died has to become seafood, the body can be described as new and fresh...

“There’s an altar on the altar, it’s all sand!”

At the moment when the ancestors said this, I could clearly feel that the sandman was stiff, and the action of struggle stopped in an instant.

This is it... his mother! the dead hole of this tortoise grandson is really there!

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A hum similar to the ringing of the ears kept reverberating in my head.

Just then, just a loud noise, the ground trembled, the sound came from the ground, I heard absolutely no mistake.

“Ah!”

The grealed hiss of the sandman also sounded, and the howling with inexplicable currents sounded strange, but I could still feel its pain.

It seems that the ancestors have destroyed the altar below... after the loud noise there is a series of falling things... It is estimated that the place has been cleaned up by the ancestors...

At this time, I no longer felt the connection with the sander, as if it had never appeared, and disappeared very clean.

And this disappearance also appeared after that loud noise.

After about seven or eight seconds, the ancestors climbed out from the ground again, ran to me three times five in two, and gently laid the palms on my back...

“You have inherited the purest ancient atmosphere...mine is not like you... but you should also play a little role...”

When the ancestors said this, I felt that there were many things similar to ancient atmosphere, quietly coming out of his palms and integrating into my body at a very slow speed.

Although I absorbed only a few, most of them naturally dissipated, but my "symptoms" were relieved by him.

At least you can see things clearly and you can talk.

"It can't live."I sneered, staring at the sander who was trapped in the tentacles, endured the severe pain in my head, and said to the old ancestor: "When you cut those links, I found that its body was also a little languided, those who were actively guided out by it, and squeezed back into its body, this grandson could not bear it!"

“All right!It works!”The old ancestor nodded, and his expression was a little excited, but when he saw my life soon, he couldn't help but worry: "Don't go first."

“Don’t worry,” I said, “this turtle-grandson is not dead...I’m not going to die...even if it’s dead, I won’t easily bury it.”

With this answer, the ancestors seemed to be relieved, turned their eyes, and continued to look at the sander.

It is still struggling, and the strength of the struggle is getting bigger and bigger, much stronger than before, just a hint I will not be able to hold...

Even if I knew it was the end of the strong, at this time, I was just as scared in my heart.

In order to erode its body, I have thrown half my life into a bet, and if it struggles like this again, the reaction I will receive will be absolutely not small, and I can't say that I can really follow the words of my ancestors, and go to Huangquan first.

"Let it go."

The old ancestor said coldly, the tone became anxious, and there was a feeling of burning fire.

“No, I’ve been biting my teeth for so long... I don’t want to lose a lot...” I said, my body was constantly trembling, and the blood flowed out through my eyes, and it was like bleeding tears at a distance, which was not a general scare.

"You hold on like this again, it's not you who dies, listen to me, let it go, let it go now..."

The old ancestor said that I was about to refute a few words, and still waiting for my voice, the old ancestor took a step by step and gently tucked my two arms... No, it was the arm bone, broke it back, and I did not know what means to use it, and in an instant cut off my connection with other ancient gases.

He did not give me any opportunity to refute, and the old atmosphere that I had scattered, without warning, began to shrink back and forth, constantly pouring into my flesh...

To tell the truth, I am a little desperate, heart said that the ancestors are really hard enough, do not give me the opportunity to resist, I will return my ancient gas, if he can not stand the sand now, then the trouble will only get bigger and bigger...

Looking at the tentacles that I had been so hard to call out, I sighed and knew that it was no use doing anything now.

“Rest assured.”

The old ancestor also knew what I was worried about, and smiled and patted me on my shoulder, and the tone was very calm.

"I'm here, and it's not going to turn over."

“Hopefully...” I laughed bitterly, looking at the sander who had been corroded by ancient air, and my heart beat faster: “The fight against death is the most troublesome... you can be careful...”

The old ancestor umcied, stood up straight and took two steps forward, but still did not wait for him to take the initiative to attack, the sandman howled, crazy rushed over.

When I saw that scene, my scalp was all hemp, and my heart was pounding.

“It’s really unbearable...”

The old ancestor sighed, did not dodge the slightest action, and directly waved his fist and met up.