Chapter 1047

"I don't want it."

Zhao Yi rolled a white eye, he now all lost cultivation, divine power can't agglomerate. Of course, the magic can't be used. Is the old man here to amuse him.

"Hey! You're so picky, since I'm going to give you magic. Nature believes that your elixir field will be reunited in the future. "

"And my magic skill has seriously injured Zhao Kun."

The more the old man said, the more energetic he was. It seemed that he had not seen a living person for a long time.

"Seriously injured Zhao Kun, is that true?"

Zhao Yi's attention was focused on the second half of the old man's life. At that time, he did his best to make Zhao Kun suffer from skin injury.

Can hit Zhao Kun's moves. He was also curious.

"Cough I, the God of sand, never lie. "

The old man gave a dry cough, and then saw him seal quietly, and suddenly came to another space.

The space is green. It's obviously a huge forest.

Before Zhao Yi had time to observe carefully, the old man, who called himself the God of sand, gently touched the ground with his palm.

Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. Can feel, an indescribable force. Sneaking into the ground.

"What kind of means is this?"

Before Zhao Yi had time to analyze this move, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The forest in a hundred Li radius withered in an instant. It seems that all the water in it. It's all cleared!

Not only that. A gust of wind blowing, those withered vegetation, was all turned into sand!

"How's it going? Are you interested in learning? "

Seeing Zhao Yi's face shocked, the God of sand came to the spirit immediately. He laughs, for fear that his final victory will not be passed down.

"If you can really hurt Zhao Kun. I'm willing to try. "

Zhao Yishen takes a deep breath. This kind of benefit is not in vain. Moreover, the old guy keeps recommending it. If he doesn't get some benefit from him, he will be a bit sorry.

"Hey, hey! That's right! "

The God of sand laughs and does not hesitate. He comes to Zhao Yi in a flash. He raises his finger and gently points it on Zhao Yi's forehead.

"Hum!"

Zhao Yi's head hummed, and a stream of information poured in like a tide. He absorbed it by himself. It was all about the unique knowledge in the "gravel field".

"I'll take it. If one day my elixir field can be recast, I won't let your unique skill come to dust."

Zhao Yi is insipid, but in fact his heart is filled with ecstasy. After careful interpretation, the power of "gravel field" is almost beyond his cognitive scope!

"That's good. Now that you have accepted my magic skill, you must promise me something."

Seeing that Zhao Yi agrees to accept the magic skill, the mask of the God King of sand is torn off at this time. Instead of talking about martial arts morality, he directly forces Zhao Yi to do things for him.

Zhao Yi's brow is slightly wrinkled. The old man is just making trouble out of no reason. He still cares about the things he promised.

"I am a fallen man. I can only stay in my own space world all day long. Now I have found a successor, but there is still one thing that has been piling up in my mind for a long time."

The God of sand takes a deep breath, and his eyes show a little anger and reason.

"If one day your elixir field can be restored, use my hand to inherit it in your gravel field, and defeat the demon emperor Zhao Kun!"

In Zhao Yilue's slightly nervous eyes, the God of sand simply came up with this sentence.