Chapter One Thousand and Five: The Storm Is Coming

Just at this moment, countless spirit-eating scorpions emitted mist from their bodies at the same time, turning into silk cocoons, and enveloped the cultivator away. This speed was too fast, approaching in an instant, and the cultivator's attention was focused on Ouyang Ming and the other three, so he had no time to react, and had already been dragged down from the sky. His pupils constricted, the horror in his eyes reached the extreme, his face twisted together, and he yelled, "No!"

But the screams seemed so powerless at this moment, he could only watch himself being devoured, starting from his toes, the flesh and blood were eaten up little by little, and the thin, dense, sharp fangs became his nightmare.

He couldn't even faint, because the venom from the spirit-devouring beast's teeth stimulated his nerves all the time, making him sober.

The feeling of pain caused by the teeth biting the flesh was multiplied. Desperation, pain, and fatigue washed over his defenses. After only ten breaths, the monk completely collapsed and his eyes were dull.

After a cup of tea, even the bones were swallowed clean.

"Hiss, this..." Ouyang Ming gasped, this scene deeply stimulated him.

Jiang Yingrong also had a horrified look on her face. Although she had heard the name of the spirit-devouring beast, she never thought that this kind of insect would be so cruel that it would eat people up. Moreover, it couldn't even make a coma. To be able to watch myself being devoured. This kind of pressure, even if the practitioner's determination is as strong as iron, it is difficult to face it calmly.

Ouyang Ming looked at the black flames in the sky, moved his body, and moved away.

In the sky, Jiang Yingrong's red dress fluttered like summer flowers. She pointed to the black flame in front of her and introduced: "There are restrictions placed above the flame, you can't fly, you can only pass through the flame below, look at that horse The man with the face." As she spoke, she moved her finger to the man with the horse face in the flames.

Ouyang Ming heard the words and looked over.

"The white light on the surface of his skin is the armor condensed with the power of the blood, which can resist the burning of the flames. The thicker the power of the blood, the thicker the condensed armor, and the farther the distance can be traveled." Speaking of here , Jiang Yingrong deliberately paused, her face became serious.

Taking a deep look at Ouyang Ming, he said solemnly: "You have to do what you can, and withdraw when you can't bear it, otherwise you will be swallowed by the flames."

While speaking, the three of them had already fallen outside the flames.

Ouyang Ming glanced around, already thinking about it.

This burning desert area is only about a thousand feet wide, but extremely narrow and long, like a winding snake, spreading towards the depths. The sand, rocks and aura were burning fiercely, the flames were more than ten feet high, and both sides of the flames were covered with dark golden sand. Countless heads of strange shapes were placed among them, their eyes were wide open, and blood flowed out of them continuously, as if they were cursed and tainted with ominousness, and no one approached them.

The number of cultivators who came outside the black flame was also much less, only 70%. The barren desert was like a large tomb, and countless people died in it.

"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming took a step forward, stepped lightly on the yellow sand, and stepped into the flames.

As soon as he entered it, the fire of the phoenix in Ouyang Ming's body burned blazingly, and his whole body was wrapped in heat, making him extremely comfortable.

Even the pressure squeezed around him has dissipated a lot.

After getting used to it for a while, he turned his head, glanced at He Jian and Jiang Yingrong, with a strange look on his face, and said, "I'm going first!"

"What?" The two of them didn't know why,

They exchanged a look with confusion, but in the next second, they understood the meaning of this sentence.

Ouyang Ming moved, his white clothes fluttered, and the flames behind him shot up into the sky. He took ten steps in a row, and every time he landed, he covered a distance of more than ten feet. Others were struggling on the verge of life and death every step, but he took ten steps in an instant. A few steps, and the speed is getting faster and faster. As soon as the front foot steps out, the back foot immediately follows. Every step is like walking on the ground, walking in the courtyard, leaving an afterimage in the black flame.

"This... this! Damn it, why is it this person again! It was evenly matched with Daozi before, and now he has shown such speed in the black flames, this kind of talent, this level of cultivation that is not inferior to Daozi, this person Who is it? Why have I never heard of it before?" A high-ranking spiritual monk was shocked when he saw Ouyang Ming's speed. Every step he took was cautious, as if walking on thin ice, but this person was too terrifying right?

Jiang Yingrong took a deep breath, looked at He Jian, smiled wryly and said, "Elder He, brother Yu...how could it be so fast?"

"Brother Yu is a person of the first level of Taoism, so you can't use common sense to judge him." He Jian's pupils shrank slightly. Having said that, there is still a feeling of trepidation in his heart. It's not that Lao He has never seen the world, but that the scene in front of him is really appalling!

At this speed, what do you let other people in this black flame do?

Countless eyes fell on Ouyang Ming in unison, not only envy, but also awe.

One step, two steps, three steps...

After a hundred steps, Ouyang Ming had disappeared before everyone's eyes.

And as Ouyang Ming got deeper into it, the force squeezing him became stronger and stronger, as if trying to push him out of the barren desert, his speed also slowed down. Even so, in the eyes of others, he was still extremely fast. unimaginable.

"Boom..." Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Ouyang Ming frowned and looked intently, only to see the black flames in the desert whirling in vain, like a spinning top, from the earth to the sky, under this vortex, the sand was like a giant with its mouth open, It split open in vain, emitting a faint blue mist, and then, the sound of piercing the sky resounded, and countless magic weapons and elixir spewed out from the ground, and the aura scattered in all directions!

"Good fortune!" The words popped out in the minds of a dozen or so high-ranking spiritual monks at the same time.

His eyes lit up, his center of gravity sank, his body leaned forward, and he rushed forward, his eyes were full of coldness and ruthlessness.

As for the peak spirit, his eyes showed persistence, and he continued to walk deep.

Among them was a high-ranking spirit man wearing a hat. For some reason, his eyes were slightly startled, and his figure stopped. He was directly smashed by a magic weapon, and was swallowed by black flames in an instant, turning into powder. , Even the screams were not enough to come out.

It was as if a basin of cold water was being poured over the heads of these cultivators, and they were immediately more careful, but their eyes were still crazy.

Ou Yangming just glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, buried his head and continued to walk deep, deliberately slowing down, a bold, even crazy idea was slowly growing in his heart.

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At this time, on an ordinary hill outside the barren desert.

Hundreds of blood dragons were ready to go, and Dong Chenyu stood among the blood dragons like stars arching the moon, his eyes were scarlet and extremely cold, and a red mist surrounded him. .

Beside him stood a foreign race who looked like a human but not a human, and who looked like a beast but not a beast.

The upper body of this alien race is in the shape of a human, with two antennae on the top of the head, the eyes are green and glowing green, and the tail is rooted in the desert like a vine, and countless purple flowers bloom, spreading in all directions.

Its name is Zhuo, the dead Zhuo clan, and it is one of the most mysterious alien races.

No need to practice, as long as you keep devouring, every member of the dead tribe can step into the venerable without shackles.

Therefore, although the number of the Shizhuo Clan is rare, each of them is extremely powerful and has the ability to destroy cities.

Dong Chenyu moved his body, looked at the barren desert, licked his lips, and said coldly: "I can feel the smell of the blood of our people, the blood is rich, we must kill them all, blood debts are paid with blood! Don't die in vain." During this period of time, the Blood Flood Dragon Clan was despised by the other races in the unknown area, which made him extremely annoyed. This Venerable, an extremely high-ranking alien, must be able to wash away his past shame.

The green light in the eyes of this non-human, non-beast alien, his voice was like two pieces of copper rubbing together, it was extremely unpleasant, and he said: "My lord, I have a plan, and I will definitely capture that human race."

"Let's hear it!" Dong Chenyu nodded slightly, putting on the airs of a venerable.

"I am a dead and turbid family, which can be integrated into all things, and there are countless ghost-eating scorpions hidden in the bottom of the barren desert. I use poisonous insects to blend into the yellow sand. As long as I find the mother queen of the ghost-eating scorpions, I will startle her, and even let her die." Suffering some minor injuries, the human race in this desert will definitely fall into a big crisis, even if they can escape by chance, their combat power will definitely be greatly reduced, and at that time, with the strength of the Venerable, they will definitely be captured alive." The voice is hoarse, but the strategy is not without viciousness.

"Okay, let's do it like this! Although this place is within the sphere of influence of the Blood Dragon Family, it is also on the edge. When they arrive, the general situation will be accomplished." Dong Chenyu was extremely excited.

The eyes of the rest of the Blood Flood Dragon Clan also showed ecstasy, those two hateful human races dared to kill the Blood Flood Dragon Prince, it was simply looking for death.

"Yes!" The alien nodded slightly, and as soon as his voice fell, his tail plunged into the yellow sand. Suddenly, countless vines grew out of the tail and spread in all directions. Countless yellow sand flew and smoke scattered.

If it's just that, it's fine, the most terrifying thing is his body.

Starting from the head, it spread out little by little, turning into countless hideous and ugly bugs with thin and dense teeth, melting into the yellow sand.

He couldn't even feel the spiritual power, as if he had disappeared in the middle of the world.

Go straight through the light curtain and look for the Mother Queen of the Devouring Scorpion.

When Dong Chenyu saw this scene, the hatred in his eyes had reached the extreme, and he said coldly: "Ambush outside the light curtain, the blood debt can only be washed away with blood. This is related to the honor of my Blood Dragon Clan, and we cannot afford to lose it." , Even if the body dies, even if the soul dies, I will not hesitate to use the blood of the enemy to pay homage to our heroic spirit!" The reason why he did not enter the light curtain and captured Ouyang Ming was because of the burning black flames in the desert. The damage to alien races is extremely strong, even the Venerable, can't bear it for a long time.

"war--"

Countless blood dragons roared at the same time, with fighting intent in their eyes and violent aura. ...

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