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However, under this kind of situation, not only did Tang Huan not panic, he was even incomparably calm.

The moment his body was enveloped by the "Violent Sand Storm", Tang Huan had already started circulating his cultivation technique. Using the Genuine Qi, a thin layer of Genuine Qi barrier condensed on the surface of his body, protecting him and Xiao Budian inside.

At this moment, Tang Huan already knew where the most dangerous part of "Violent Sand Storm" was.

In this storm, there was an endless amount of sand. At almost every moment, there were thousands of grains of sand splattering all over his body. A single grain of sand did not pose any threat to a Stage Nine Ranker, but if several thousand grains of sand were to land on their body at the same time, it was equivalent to resisting the attacks of a Stage Six Martial Master, or even a Martial Master of the seventh step.

Even if Chengdu's attacks were to last for another two hours, the Stage Nine Warriors would be able to withstand it.

However, if this continued for several days and nights, even an expert of the Stage Nine would run out of energy. If he lost all his energy, even an expert of the Stage Nine could only wait for death in this sandstorm.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Tang Huan calmed his heart, and finally, from the earth-shaking whistling sound, he heard the sound of a series of rising and falling rain drops. It was the sound of the sand grains within the storm constantly hitting the surface of his Genuine Qi's barrier.

Sensing the power contained within the sand, Tang Huan suddenly started to worry about Feng Ming and Yu Feiyan.

Feng Ming was a Demon King of the Peak Stage Nine. After being reborn from Bloody Flame Mountain, she had been reborn with extremely tyrannical flesh body. Although Yu Feiyan had not been in the Stage Nine Martial Saint realm for very long, she was strong.

Under normal circumstances, they shouldn't have any problem staying in the sandstorm for three or four days.

However, the duration of this "Violent Sand Storm" was uncertain. It could be three to four days, or it could also be seven to eight days. If this storm really raged for seven or eight days in the northern region of the "Demon Region's Desert", Feng Ming and Yu Feiyan might not even be able to last until the very end.

"I wonder where they are now."

Tang Huan suddenly felt a bit of regret. If he had known that his luck was so bad, he would have come to the "Infernal Desert" alone.

But unfortunately, at this point, regret was useless.

Tang Huan secretly sighed, and curled his body into a circle as much as possible. He saw that Xiao Budian was hugging it tightly to prevent it from getting caught up in his embrace.

Within this "Violent Sand Storm", time seemed to pass extremely slowly.

In order to maintain the layer of protection on his body, Tang Huan's Genuine Qi quickly faded. However, he was not worried that it would run out of energy. With the Genuine Qi gone, he could condense a magic barrier. Just like a few days ago when he was surrounded and attacked by the Demon Spirit in the illusion array of Xuan Ming Ghost King, the two types of powers continuously cycled around.

As long as the replenishing speed of the Genuine Qi could keep up with the consuming speed of the Mind Power, and the replenishing speed of the Mind Power could also keep up with the consuming speed of the Genuine Qi, Tang Huan's strength would never be exhausted.

Of course, if the speed of replenishment and consumption of energy were not equal, then there was a danger of their power being depleted.

Fortunately, according to Tang Huan's judgement, the attacks of the sand particles in the "Violent Sand Storm" had not reached the point where he could not balance the energy in his body.

Inside the storm, there was no distinction between day and night.

After Tang Huan had almost used up all his Genuine Qi, the layer of Genuine Qi barrier on the surface of his body was replaced by a layer of jade-blue barrier that was shining like liquid. At the same time, he pushed both the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" and "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" to their limits.

After the Mind Power had been mostly used up, Tang Huan's body was once again covered with the Genuine Qi's protective shield.

"Yiya!" After an unknown period of time, Xiao Budian's weak voice suddenly sounded.

"A day has already passed!"

Tang Huan immediately understood that the golden blood he gave Xiao Budian to drink last night had lost its effect.

In the next moment, Tang Huan reached his hands into his bosom and stuffed his index fingers into Xiao Budian's mouth, immediately using the Genuine Qi to force the blood out for it to consume.

When Xiao Budian finished drinking the blood, the power in his body also began the third round of circulation.

In the blink of an eye, the dark blue barrier around Tang Huan's body that seemed to shimmer like water was once again replaced by the Genuine Qi's barrier. The sand around him continued to churn as the storm swept past without any signs of weakening, as if it wanted to destroy all the obstacles it had encountered.

Time flew by like flowing water. Tang Huan had fed the golden blood to Xiao Budian more and more times. Twice, thrice … Five times, six times...

One time meant one day.

"Yiya!"

Finally, Xiao Budian called out for the seventh time, and Tang Huan also placed her finger into his mouth for the seventh time.

It was already the seventh day!

At this time, Tang Huan was already extremely worried. Feng Ming and Yu Feiyan could not be like him, able to circulate Genuine Qi s alternately with each other. They had to replenish their energy at the same time that they consumed it.

The most dangerous thing was that their rate of recovery wouldn't be as fast as Tang Huan's either. As a result, the rate at which their energy recovered would inevitably be slower than their energy consumption. In this way, they would be in an extremely dangerous situation.

It had already been seven days, how were they?

Although he could still sense Feng Ming's existence through the soul connection, but his heart was not optimistic.

"Huh?"

However, just as Tang Huan was thinking about this and worrying endlessly, he suddenly sensed that the strength of the sand on the surface of his Genuine Qi Barrier seemed to be decreasing.

"Is the Violent Sand Storm going to stop soon?"

After being stunned for a short while, Tang Huan was overjoyed. He did not have the time to waste any more strength, and immediately raised his Perception Ability to its limit.

After a short while, Tang Huan had completely calmed himself down. His previous judgement was not wrong, and the "Violent Sand Storm" had indeed shown signs of weakening.

After almost half an hour, when Tang Huan could no longer suppress the force of the "Violent Sand Storm" anymore and felt that he could no longer hold himself back, his mind instructs (in a second) moved slightly and the wings made from condensed energy appeared behind his back, then began to flap frantically.

"Hu!"

In the midst of the wildly dancing yellow sand, Tang Huan, forcibly bearing the remnant strength of the storm, swiftly floated up, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. After rising up about two thousand meters, Tang Huan's vision finally cleared up.

High in the sky, there was a clear sky. However, underneath, there seemed to be an incomparably large and large dragon rolling forward in the boundless desert. However, its speed had already become rather slow. Tang Huan looked around, hoping to see the figures of Feng Ming and Feng Ming.