Divine General Xingyan's eyes flashed, and his perspective suddenly changed wonderfully.

The thick sand layer instantly turned into a virtual state and then disappeared.

A large number of extremely slender sandy-yellow rattan wires, with a diameter much thinner than a hair, emerged.

Their color is exactly the same as sand, and they are so fine that they are almost indistinguishable among the sand.

This is undoubtedly a natural disguise.

General Xingyan only glanced at it, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because He saw a huge network.

That’s right!

The scale of Mishad Vine can be described as "huge".

What you see.

Every corner of the sand layer, from the top of the dune to a depth of several kilometers, is covered with dense vines.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xingyan God General stood up and turned his head to look at a hill in front of him.

The sand disappeared immediately.

A high mountain made of vines appeared before His eyes.

Whichever direction he looked, there were slender vines.

General Xingyan couldn't help but muttered: "Are the Misa Vine everywhere already?"

He withdrew his gaze and muttered again: "We have been fighting the war with the insect swarm for so long, and countless insect corpses have provided a huge amount of nutrients. It is indeed not difficult to nourish so many mistletoe vines."

Perhaps except for the giant sand ants, no one knows how many vines there are in the lost sand world.

Together they form an extremely large and complex super network.

It may even reach every corner of the boundless sea of ​​sand, anywhere in this world.

the previous time.

It is a bit difficult for General Xingyan to understand why a small vine can give birth to a powerful will of the world.

But this moment.

He understood this completely.

The God General remembered the information revealed by Mr. Lord God, and sighed: "In just over two years, a small world has been completely transformed. He is truly worthy of being a powerful person at the Lord God level."

God General Xingyan suddenly felt something in his heart.

A phantom of an astrolabe flashed past behind him.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sound of the pointer turning began immediately.

next moment.

Put God at the center.

Within a radius of twenty meters, the flow rate of time has undergone magical changes.

All the vines in the area began to age rapidly in an instant.

First, the epidermis dehydrates and dries up, and the color of the vines changes from sandy yellow to brownish yellow, and then to black gray.

A few more seconds passed.

The surface of the vine was dry and cracked with many cracks, and finally broke off inch by inch and turned into a pile of slag.

This is obviously a powerful secret method to control the flow of time.

On the surface, these vines are extremely delicate and vulnerable to a blow.

But Divine General Xingyan was taken aback.

He stared at Zhazha with a rather subtle expression: "Under severe lack of nutrients and water, Misa Vine can survive for twenty years.

"The spore particles split from the Misa Vine can survive for up to a hundred years. The vitality of this thing is actually so tenacious."

Regarding this.

Xingyan God General has only one comment: "What an amazing method!"

The survivability of miasma vines can only mean one thing - they are nearly impossible to remove with conventional means.

Even the Catastrophe Insect Swarm probably has no good way to deal with the Misa Vine.

General Xingyan roughly understood the thoughts of the "Misty Sand Vine Creator": "Mr. Lord God probably wants to cultivate some powerful species to counter the reproductive ability of the catastrophic insect swarm."

The logic here is not difficult to understand.

If there are some species that can compete with the insect swarm for nutrients, then the expansion rate of the insect swarm will be greatly slowed down.

Judging from the performance of Mishadeng, Mr. Lord God has obviously achieved considerable results.

Xingyan God General could not help but show admiration: "For more than two years, the catastrophe insect swarm has just emerged, and Mr. Lord God has been planning it since then."

For such a long-term planning ability, it was hard for him not to admire him.

but.

Swarm is not really a solution.

General Xingyan shook his head slightly and muttered: "If I were in the eleventh calamity, I would definitely destroy the Misty Sand Realm."

This is the ultimate killing move of the Catastrophe Swarm.

No matter how great the threat of the Lost Sand Vine is, as long as the Lost Sand World is destroyed, their threat will naturally cease to exist.

at this time.

General Xingyan suddenly turned his head and looked at a canyon in the distance.

That is the passage between two sand dunes.

Because the sand dunes in the Lost Sand Realm are extremely huge, often reaching several kilometers in height, such canyons are very long.

soon.

A group of figures, about twenty in number, walked over from the wind and sand.

They wore uniform uniforms, held a magic gun in both hands, and their eyes were in the shape of double pupils.

obviously.

This is the Qingluo Army.

That is, the vassal legion of the Wanhao tribe.

In other words - the cannon fodder army.

To this day.

The number of Qingluo soldiers fighting in this world has exceeded 250 million.

On the ground battlefield and underground battlefield, the Qingluo people made huge sacrifices and made great contributions to resisting the swarm of catastrophic insects.

General Xingyan looked around, monitored the sand layer, and immediately locked onto an underground building.

He murmured: "It turns out there is an underground outpost over there, but I didn't notice it just now."

The god general stood motionless, observing the group of foreign soldiers with great interest and eavesdropping on their conversation.

"A large-scale air battle has just ended. There should be no danger in this patrol. At most, there will only be a few lone insects."

"The sandstorm is coming soon. Once the patrol is over, let's go back to the underground outpost for dinner."

"There seems to be a braised goose for dinner. I had it last time and it was so delicious."

"Lao San, what you said made my mouth water."

A group of people were chatting and suddenly started to argue.

"Speaking of which, although the Wanhao people's system is a bit harsh, the food they provide is really good."

"Yes, the wealthy families who live in the upper floors of Tianta Tree probably can't have as much food and fish as us."

"Hey, can you guys be of some use? This is the fish and meat we exchanged for our lives, and it's also what Wanhao people should do."

God General Xingyan has never come into contact with the Qingluo soldiers at the bottom. For him, this is a quite novel experience.

The arguments continued.

"Fighting for the upper echelons of my clan, and not being able to eat more than a few meals a month, I think the Wanhao people are pretty good."

"I heard that Qingluo Realm has also been attacked by insects. If we had stayed in our hometown and didn't have such good weapons, we would have been killed long ago."

"If we die on the battlefield, our families will receive pensions, and there will be no problem with food and clothing."

"You bunch of worthless guys, the Wanhao people bribed you with just a little favor. You are a shame to the Qingluo tribe."
To be continued...