C841 Sand Man Iron Man(1)

The quicksand kept squeezing Zhu Qing and the others' bodies, as if it wanted to squeeze out the last bit of air in Zhu Qing's body.

Zhu Qing let out a cold snort. His body shook, and the quicksand around him was sent flying!

"Oh? Divine Spirit Tribulation Martial Cultivator!" On a distant sand dune