Chapter 1012 Big Movement

The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky are countless in number.

And at this moment, the spirit-eating scorpions in the desert are also like this, densely packed, as numerous as a cow's hair, with extremely red eyes, rattling their tails, and coming straight to He Jian and Jiang Yingrong. They are extremely angry in their hearts, wanting to devour all the outsiders in the barren desert. The empress of the spirit-devouring scorpions cannot be profaned. Even if they are just ferocious beasts and have no intelligence, this kind of thinking has been integrated into their flesh and blood and is deeply rooted.

He Jian looked solemn, glanced at Jiang Yingrong, and shouted loudly: "Shoot with all your strength!"

The sword intent on his body is earth-shattering, controlling the sword with spirit, where the heart points, the sword goes. Each sword is majestic, dignified and upright, and pays attention to frontal crushing, which makes people unavoidable. The sword light was shining, but there were too many spirit-eating scorpions in the desert, and they kept rushing out of the sand. The two of them seemed to be entering a whirlpool of spirit-eating scorpions, sinking deeper and deeper.

Originally, at the beginning, He Jian could get out of trouble as long as he used a sword that lifted the sky. But as time went by, even with the strongest sword, the hope of getting out of trouble became more and more slim.

Because the sand kept sinking, all the ghost scorpions could be seen in front of my eyes, as dense as rain, and it could even be described as overwhelming.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After an incense stick of kung fu, the spiritual energy in the two dantians was exhausted, and their bodies were covered with fine scars. They didn't know how many ghost scorpions they killed, at least tens of thousands, but the number of ghost scorpions not only did not decrease, but more.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged a look, and they both saw the bitterness in their respective eyes.

He Jian raised his finger in the air, Han Qing let out a soft cry, and suddenly made a big circle up and down, and the sword light overflowed, covering it forward.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Shopkeeper Jiang, I'll slash my sword with all my might, and it's up to you whether I can escape or not!" At this moment, he had no fear in his heart, only a trace of unwillingness. He has already completed the foundation, and already has the capital to attack the venerable, but he died in this kind of place, it is not worth it, it is not worth it. But asking him to watch Jiang Yingrong die in front of him, he couldn't do it.

How should I put it, he has faith and persistence, and he breathes a sigh of relief, otherwise, the sword in his hand would not be so sharp, and his cultivation would not be able to reach this level.

Jiang Yingrong's complexion changed, and she said with a wry smile: "Elder He, you are the guardian elder, you want to go together!" She said this sincerely. It is the pinnacle of the spirit, but the gap between them is like a whole sky.

He Jian shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were all crowded together, he was silent for a while, and said dryly: "Help me...help me take care of Xiao Lan!"

As soon as the words fell, the potential in his body exploded and turned into a raging spiritual power, and a sense of invincibility burst out from him, scrolling nothingness. The sword intent that filled his surroundings was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce the sky and open the sky. At this moment, He Jian is a fairy sword, entangled with the divine will of the fairy, and can shatter everything in the world.

This is provocative!

Just the sword intent possesses unfathomable powers of ghosts and gods.

But at this moment, a piercing voice echoed, Ouyang Ming's voice came from the sky, before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "I will take you out." The voice was not loud, but it was more firm than firm It is indifferent. But when you hear it in your ears, it gives people an unparalleled convincing power,

It seems that even if the sky falls, he can lift half of it.

Before, Ouyang Ru took a stroll in the courtyard and walked out of the barren desert without any haste. He looked at the spirit-eating scorpions surrounding him with no emotion on his face. Seeing two familiar purple light spots, they galloped over immediately, but fortunately they caught up.

The sound hadn't dissipated yet, and a whirling white flame appeared in the vision of the two of them, moving quickly towards them.

If it's just that, it's fine, the key is that behind the white flame, there are countless spirit-eating scorpions, at first glance, they directly cover a range of more than ten miles, at least ten times that of Jiang Yingrong and He Jian. Huge, what a terrifying number?

Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank, her lips parted, looking sexy and seductive.

Although the spirit-devouring scorpions are just ferocious beasts without intelligence, she does have an intuition that these hideous-looking spirit-devouring scorpions are gnashing their teeth.

Yes, he just gritted his teeth, wishing he could eat Ouyang Ming clean. Even the spirit-devouring scorpion beside her stopped attacking, the blood in their eyes was already extremely intense, rattling and creaking, without any hesitation, they rushed away like a tide like Ouyang Ming.

He Jian was also dumbfounded, thinking to himself, what kind of outrageous thing did Brother Yu do? How could these spirit devouring scorpions hate him so much?

Before this thought stopped, He Jian understood.

The fire of the phoenix is ​​a whirling cyclone. As soon as these fearless spirit-eating scorpions surged up, they were completely turned into ashes as soon as they touched them. In an instant, hundreds of them died.

At every moment, many spirit-eating scorpions were buried on the flames of the phoenix fire, and traces of extremely fine black threads merged into Ouyang Ming's body. This was the resentment of the spirit-eating scorpions. There were more and more spirit-devouring scorpions behind him.

He Jian shifted his eyes to other places blankly, and said in his heart, what a monster.

Jiang Yingrong bit her red lips lightly, her eyes rolled around, and there was only one thought in her mind, what kind of flame is this? How...how can it have such a terrifying lethality?

Looking at Ouyang Ming is like looking at a monster. The more she understands, the more terrifying he is, like the vast sea, the deep starry sky, there is no bottom line, and what is revealed is always the tip of the iceberg.

"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming said with a flat expression and a smile.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in their eyes. Why did he still look unmoved by such a big commotion.

The two followed Ouyang Ming far away, becoming more and more frightened as they walked.

As long as he passed by, all the spirit-devouring scorpions would immediately give up their prey, shake their tail stings, and pounce on him directly.

Seen from a distance, behind him, there are at least millions of spirit devouring scorpions, with awe-inspiring aura, and the flame pattern on his body is blazing.

Jiang Yingrong smiled wryly, opened her eyes wide, looked at Ouyang Ming's back, and said, "Elder He, tell me, what's going on, this spirit-eating scorpion... Sigh!"

He Jian stroked his beard lightly, and said with emotion: "Brother Yu, uh, a god, you can't speculate with common sense. I've lived most of my life, and I've never even heard of this kind of thing. Even in Daxu In the history of tens of thousands of years, it is also the first time in history. There is a saying, by the way, Fanxin plays the secret of heaven, and his calculations are empty. For ordinary people like me, brother Yu is the secret of heaven. , I can’t figure it out.” He glanced at his withered and old fingers, and shook his head.

Jiang Yingrong's face remained unchanged, but her heart was already turned upside down.

He never expected that He Jian's evaluation of Ouyang Ming would be so high. He compared himself to Fanxin, but compared Ouyang Ming to heaven. This evaluation is already ridiculously high.

At this moment, her heart was like a cat being teased by a piece of timothy, crispy and itchy, and she became more and more curious about Ouyang Ming. She was certain in her heart that no matter where she placed this kind of person, she would shine with unparalleled brilliance.

No matter in the outside world or in the Great Ruins, they are capable of overpowering the contemporary era.

Of course, Ouyang Ming made such a big commotion and saved many lucky souls.

Because as long as Ouyang Ming passed by, these spirit devouring scorpions would definitely run away in an instant, let go of their prey, and frantically bit at Master Ou who was in the flames.

"This... this! Is this person again? It caused such a big commotion outside the light curtain before, and now it's like the king in the fire, attracting all the spirit devouring scorpions. It's even more terrifying... what's even more terrifying is As long as the spirit-devouring scorpion approaches, it will turn into ashes, so, who is this person?" A high-level spirit person who entered the Great Ruins to seek good fortune was extremely shocked and his eyes were dull.

He was already in a desperate situation, intending to blow up his dantian, so as not to be worse than death, but in just a moment, Ouyang Ming pulled him back from the gate of hell.

With a flash of his eyes, he gritted his teeth and turned into a rainbow, following behind Ouyang Ming.

This is not an exception, it happens every once in a while.

The fingertips of the funeral sword gently caressed Shen Tu, and his figure was tall and straight, like a long sword drawn from its sheath, standing proudly.

He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air, and the blood sword was pushed out with his movement, drawing a wave of sword energy. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy criss-crossed like streaks of criss-crossed white awns, and all the spirit-devouring scorpions within a radius of ten feet collapsed.

Burying Sword held the Shentu Sword, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, that's all!" He didn't pay much attention to the Spirit Devouring Scorpions he encountered, since the number of them was small.

It was dusk at this time, Zun Jian raised his head to look at the sky, the red sun like a disk was hanging on the sky, it seemed that he could get it by raising his hand.

Ou Yangming's figure was reflected in his eyes, and his body was full of fighting spirit, which was the strong's recognition of the strong.

Suddenly, the yellow sand shook regularly, and countless strands of dust and smoke filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.

Looking around, the world is vast, everything is covered by yellow sand, and there is a faint black light shining in the yellow sand.

Burying Jian stroked his chin, his eyes revealing a look of contemplation. In vain, the dry cries of countless spirit-eating scorpions reached his ears, his eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, how many spirit-eating scorpions must there be for this voice and this power? There was a faint fear in my heart, and my mental strength was exploring all around. Just when the wind was about to blow, the shadow of Ouyang Ming immediately appeared in my mind.

He took a continuous breath of cool air, parted his mouth, and said in horror: "This is impossible, right?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the powerful spiritual force stretched out, and after a long while, a word came out of his mouth: abnormal. ...

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