Chapter 1011 Trapped

At this time, a hidden place outside the barren desert.

Countless poisonous insects flew out of the sand. The poisonous insects looked weird, with thin and dense teeth, and extremely ferocious eyes. Suddenly, these poisonous insects flew in the air and quickly circled, and they merged together inconceivably.

One, two, three... Countless!

The clansman of the dead clan slowly condensed his figure, and his eyes flashed green, like the will-o'-the-wisps emerging from the mass grave at night, which made people feel chills. The vine inserted into the desert was full of purple flowers, which was extremely strange. It shook its body and coughed softly.

The hundred-headed blood dragons looked at them at the same time, with anticipation in their eyes. Dong Chenyu stepped forward directly and stood in front of the hundred-headed blood dragons. His eyes flashed with blood, and his expression was not angry and majestic, saying: " How is the matter going? Is it going well?" The voice was extremely cold, as if it came from an ice cave.

"Fortunately, it's a shame! The Empress of the Devouring Scorpion was frightened. This time, even if they don't die, they will have to peel off their skins!" Sizhuo grinned, looking even more ferocious.

"Okay, I want to see if this human kid can find out my Wuzhishan." Dong Chenyu's voice was cold, his hatred for Ouyang Ming had reached its peak, not only made him lose face, but also killed him Beloved son, simply unforgivable.

This time, he must let this human race boy know why the flowers are so red!

The rest of the blood flood dragons also grinned grimly, with anticipation in their hearts, hoping that this kid would not spend too much spiritual power in the hands of the Spirit Devouring Scorpion, otherwise, it would be no fun.

The members of the Shizhuo clan also looked cold, and with a thought, their bodies turned into countless poisonous insects, blended into the desert, and investigated the information.

The Shizhuo clan can be said to be the most difficult and difficult race in the entire spirit world to kill. It is not because of his strength that he is too strong, but because of his ability to survive. As long as there is a poisonous insect alive, or even a little filament, give it a little time, and it can be resurrected again. And to say that he is difficult is that this race has a strong sense of revenge, as long as it is stained, it will definitely be immortal, and it will do anything to achieve the goal, it is smelly and hard, and it is sticky if you can't shake it off.

Therefore, even a family like Three Dragons and Three Phoenixes would not take the initiative to provoke a foreign race like Si Zhuo.

Dong Chenyu looked at its slowly dissipating figure, the light in his eyes slowly gathered, and said in a low voice: "Entering the state of preparation for battle, the shame of my blood dragon clan must be washed away with blood."

"Yes!" The hundred or so blood dragons roared at the same time, their eyes shining with fighting spirit.

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The cold wind is like a knife, carving the earth, whistling from a distance.

Ouyang Ming exhaled lightly, blowing away all the cold wind in front of him, without the resistance from being squeezed around, his speed was extremely fast, but his expression was extremely dignified.

Looking around, I saw that the sand was sinking rapidly, and countless spirit-eating scorpions emerged from the sand. Looking from a distance, it was like falling into a sea of ​​spirit-eating scorpions.

Their heads are pitch-black, and their backs are like a burning flame. However, among the spirit-eating scorpions, there are some with extremely powerful auras, reaching the level of high-level ferocious beasts.

"Crack!" The spirit devouring scorpion found a high-ranking spirit person and rushed forward.

The cultivator punched out one punch at a time, connecting them together, and there was a sound like thunder when the fist landed. This is the unique effect of boxing at a certain level.

Dangerous and awe-inspiring, it instantly crushed hundreds of spirit-devouring scorpions in front of him at the same time.

But as soon as he turned around, a mid-level ferocious beast immediately bit him from the side, and accidentally, his arm was bitten by the spirit devouring scorpion. The bony, thorny tail pierced into the body. As soon as the venom entered the cultivator's body, he felt as if his whole body was on fire, and immediately let out a shrill scream. Immediately afterwards, countless spirit-devouring scorpions crawled onto his body, devouring from the skin, bit by bit, and gnawed into the depths. He watched his own flesh and blood being devoured with his own eyes.

Seeing this scene, Ou Yangming sighed secretly, but without seeing any movement, a finger wind condensed out of thin air and directly imprinted on the high-ranking monk.

He wanted to raise his head, but the strength in his body was exhausted, the relief in his eyes flashed away, he tilted his head, and swallowed his last breath into his stomach.

Ouyang Ming's expression was calm. He had overcome obstacles all the way, and he had grown up bathed in blood. He had seen countless corpses. This scene had not touched him much. Besides, seeking the Tao is to advance bravely, not to advance but to retreat. Dead people are nothing more than a normal thing.

The tails of these devouring scorpions naturally saw Ouyang Ming, their tail stings shook violently, and they assumed an attacking posture. With a movement of their bodies, they rushed towards Ouyang Ming like preying vultures. At the same time, white threads spit out from the mouth, intertwined together, like a white arrow, crossing the space.

Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he moved to avoid it.

"You must not be entangled by them!" Ouyang Ming knew in his heart, a large amount of mist was released from his body, and he slapped forward brazenly, killing hundreds of spirit-eating scorpions directly.

But instead of showing no fear in the eyes of these ferocious beasts, they became even more fierce. They surrounded Ouyang Ming with just three or four breaths.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming sneered: "Come here if you are not afraid of death!" As soon as the words fell, the fire of the phoenix blazed up, and the white flame directly enveloped Ouyang Ming. The temperature in the air rose without limit. The air wave reversed and opened.

As soon as he moved, he turned a blind eye to the approaching Spirit-devouring scorpion.

The sound of "crack" was endless, and the palm-sized spirit devouring scorpion exploded uncontrollably as soon as it came into contact with the fire of the phoenix, turning into ashes.

But this ferocious beast is not afraid, and resolutely, like a moth to a flame, it hits the fire of the phoenix, and countless spirit-eating scorpions are directly turned into powder. The fire of Tianfeng is the lord of all fires, and its temperature is extremely high.

This is also because Ouyang Ming has not yet stepped into the rank of Venerable, even if it is an ordinary Venerable, it is not impossible to burn all the visible spirit-eating scorpions to death with a single thought by virtue of the property of the fire of the phoenix that melts everything.

Now that the words are over, it goes without saying about the attack power of Tianfeng Zhihuo.

But it also has limitations. It is only suitable for dealing with opponents who are not good at speed. If it is against opponents of the same level as Ji Haoran, it is a bit stretched.

From a distance, a white flame shot up into the sky, moving quickly in the desert, and a figure could be seen faintly in the flame, like a king in the fire.

At this time, it was a hundred miles away from Ouyang Ming.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong stood side by side, exchanged glances, and both saw the uneasiness in their respective eyes.

Jiang Yingrong stroked her somewhat disheveled hair, and said with a wry smile: "Elder He, what...what's going on here? How could this spirit-devouring scorpion be so crazy?"

He Jian shook the sword box on his shoulder, pondered for a moment, then replied softly, and said, "Someone should have alarmed the queen of the spirit-eating scorpions, otherwise, it would be impossible for so many spirit-eating scorpions to appear in the barren desert, and it would be impossible It's so crazy, it's just..." He paused, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Just what?" Jiang Yingrong answered very well.

"This Empress of the Devouring Scorpion has been sleeping deep in the yellow sand all year round, how could she be alarmed?" He touched his chin with his old fingers, but he couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Yingrong's eyes were ponderous, but she didn't speak.

After a while, Jiang Yingrong murmured to herself: "I wonder if brother Yu is okay?" She looked at the yellow sand all over the sky and was in a daze.

"Don't worry, brother Yu has many ways to save his life. All of the hundreds of people who entered the barren desert died, so it is impossible for him to have an accident." He Jian raised the sword box, his voice was vicissitudes, and he seemed to be interested in Ouyang Ming. Very confident. Among the Great Ruins, he spent the longest time with Ouyang Ming and understood him most comprehensively. He had seen all kinds of incredible methods of Ouyang Ming.

The fact is also the same. In terms of life-saving ability alone, even the Venerable may not be as good as Ouyang Ming.

After all, even a venerable has limited energy. To give a simple example, if Ouyang Ming and a venerable fell into the killing formation at the same time, Ouyang Ming would have a chance to break out of the formation, but what about the venerable? How many people know formations? It's okay to be able to break through the formation with strength, but if you can't break through, you can only be strangled.

Jiang Yingrong listened to this and nodded slightly in agreement.

"Let's go, the spiritual power in the dantian has recovered a bit, go outside and wait for brother Yu." He Jian straightened his body, moved his body, and moved away.

Jiang Yingrong followed without hesitation.

But the two of them had just walked a few steps, "Hoo hoo..." As the sound spread, dense palm-sized ghost scorpions poked their heads out of the desert, their eyes were fierce and bloody, and surrounded the two of them directly .

"Quick! Quick! Hurry up and break through!" He Jian's voice was urgent.

While speaking, he raised his arm and pressed his finger in the air. With this press, the sword box on his back shook rapidly.

A clear and crisp sword cry shot up into the sky, and the Ziwu sword flashed, spinning around He Jian, He Jian raised his hand and pointed, and said in a cold voice: "A sword is coming to the west!" It overflowed, kicking up countless yellow sands, and wherever it passed, all the spirit devouring scorpions completely collapsed, directly blasting a path of life about three feet wide.

Although He Jian is not a Taoist, his strength is not inferior to any Taoist.

Jiang Yingrong's strikes were also extremely ruthless, with pauses or pauses, movements or stillness, every movement was round and consistent, and every palm slap would set off a roar.

But there were too many spirit devouring scorpions, densely packed, and in just a moment, they blocked the way of life again.

At the same time, a large cloud of white mist was emitted from the Spirit Devouring Scorpion's mouth, turning into a silk cocoon. The air was filled with the smell of corrosion. When it opened its mouth, it completely filled the surroundings of the two of them.

"Damn it!" He Jian was anxious in his heart, without the slightest hesitation, and pressed again in the air. The history and blood sunflower in the sword box let out a low cry, and the light lit up, and flew out at the same time. The three long swords were connected end to end, and kept flying in the air. Flying up and down, He Jian roared: "Three swords, green light and phoenix flying like flying!"

The long sword froze abruptly and slashed straight ahead.

An artistic conception of sword light bursting out from everything, covering the sky and the sun.

He Jian followed behind Jianguang, and said softly: "Go!" Before the voice fell, he followed behind Jianguang and broke out.

But before the voice fell, it was blocked again. There were too many Spirit Devouring Scorpions.

They are stuck. ...

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