And in the midst of the yellow sand, many people were already walking towards the center of the desert.

At this time, a golden-haired figure landed on the edge of the desert. It was the Golden Lion Camel that had arrived.

The cultivators who were closer to the Golden Lion Camel recognized him as the young master of Xiling Mountain at a glance.

Many monks retreated and avoided it, fearing that they would offend the Golden Lion Camel and be killed by a punch.

The Golden Lion Camel looked at the desert with a puzzled expression and grabbed a monk at random.

"Tell me, what's so special about this place?"

The monk whose neck was strangled turned red in the face and sobbed without being able to utter a word.

Seeing this, the Golden Lion Camel loosened his grip slightly.

The blood flow in the monk's head began to flow smoothly, and he immediately took a deep breath of air, as if only this could reduce the fear in his heart.

The Golden Lion Camel's face also turned gloomy at this time, and the monk quickly seized the opportunity to tell everything.

But it was too late. After knowing the general situation, the Golden Lion Camel crushed the monk to death and threw him aside.

"Damn it for wasting my time."

The golden lion camel looked at the desert ahead, his eyes full of indifference.

He remembered the voice just now. If it weren't for his high level of cultivation, he would probably arrive a day later.

Anything that can make such a sound must be an immortal weapon of extremely high grade, and it is very likely to be an imperial weapon!

While he was thinking, a group of monks flew quickly towards the Golden Lion Camel.

Under the curious gazes of the others, the group of monks fell behind the Golden Lion Camel, all knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads.

"This subordinate is late, please punish me, young master!"