Chapter 1013: Ten Breaths

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.

Burying Jian carried the sword case on his back, held the Shentu Sword in his right hand, rubbed his chin with the fingers of his left hand, pondered for a while, and followed up.

Although he is a Taoist, he is not pedantic and knows how to take advantage of the situation.

Of course, the most important point is that he wants to make friends with Ouyang Ming. Although he didn't spend much time with Ouyang Ming, after getting along with him a few times, he had a certain understanding of Ouyang Ming's character. Outside the light curtain, he fought with Ji Jiadaozi without any disagreement.

In the depths of the barren desert, using himself as a bait to lay out, even drove Ji Haoran to death.

If this Daozi didn't have the heaven-defying means of saving his life with a blow from the venerable, at this moment, he might have become the knife-killing stone on Ouyang Ming's way of proving the way.

Ou Yangming's potential, character, decisiveness, and ability to execute things are all seen in his eyes and remembered in his heart. So it was reasonable for him to want to make friends with Ouyang Ming, so he followed.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon, more and more people followed Ouyang Ming to seek refuge. It's strange to say that there are a terrifying number of spirit-devouring scorpions around him now, but none of them are attacking others. All the spirit-devouring scorpions are focused on Ouyang Ming, grinning their teeth and looking crazy. It's like Ouyang Ming dug the ancestral grave of this spirit devouring scorpion.

Practitioners who saw this scene couldn't help but think of two words: awesome. Not convinced? If you can keep a calm face under the siege of so many spirit devouring scorpions, without frowning, and instead take a walk in the courtyard, then you are awesome!

As Ouyang Ming got closer to the light curtain, more and more ghost scorpions died under the fire of the phoenix, and the beasts became more and more crazy.

But even so, they still had nothing to do with Ouyang Ming. After all, this is the fire of the phoenix, and you are so stupid to bump into it, how stupid do you have to be to do such a thing? Even a venerable would lose half his life if his skin touches the fire of the phoenix, not to mention the highest level of spirit devouring beasts.

Outside the light curtain, an extremely hidden place.

Dong Chenyu's face was gloomy, and he secretly adjusted his aura to prevent any evil spirit from spreading out.

The same is true for the rest of the blood flood dragons, who stared ahead without blinking.

Suddenly, the sound of a mountain roar and a tsunami came from the depths, and immediately after that, countless yellow sand filled the air.

"Haha, judging from this situation, they must be chased and killed by the spirit-devouring scorpion. This kind of momentum is probably more ominous! This kind of beast dare not cross the light curtain, be careful, and if there is any abnormality, strike immediately. Never give them a chance to breathe!" A peak blood dragon grinned, his eyes full of bloodlust.

Even Dong Chenyu's eyes were full of joy, but he put on airs and snorted coldly: "Those two human races must be caught alive! Go back to the clan, use spiritual power to protect the heart veins, seal the dantian, and touch the sky!" lamp."

The so-called "lighting the sky lantern" is actually to open a hole on the top of the monk's head, stuff fine velvet cotton into it, keep stuffing it deep, pour a little lamp oil, light it on fire, and the velvet cotton will keep burning deep , and then use spiritual power to protect the heart veins. Sometimes, even if half of the flesh and blood are scorched, people will not die. It is an extremely vicious method.

The rest of the blood flood dragons also smacked their mouths when they heard this, their eyes filled with blood mist.

Suddenly, a looming white flame appeared in the sight of the blood dragon.

"This...doesn't seem right!" The doubtful look in the eyes of the ten-foot-long blood dragon flashed away.

"Well, it seems to be, don't care, rush out and stop them!" A blood dragon beside him agreed softly.

"Kill!" Dong Chenyu muffled, his voice tinged with ice.

Immediately, the group of blood flood dragons screamed, turned into countless red lights, and rushed out.

"What... is that white flame? Oh my god, so many spirit devouring scorpions have been burned to death!" The voice was faintly filled with fear.

"Uh, it's the people in the flames! The smell of fresh blood is unimaginably strong! How many people of our tribe have to be killed, the blood debt can only be paid with blood, go—" More blood flood dragons are not afraid, they are all blood The most valiant warrior of the Jiao family, he will never back down from the enemy.

Dong Chenyu was the fastest, flying with his body, and flew away in the air, surpassing the rest of the blood dragons by hundreds of feet. After falling, he directly blocked Ouyang Ming by a hundred feet.

Just as Ouyang Ming escaped from the light curtain, he felt a "thump" in his heart, and sighed inwardly, why did this guy come to the door? Even though he thought so, he still had a calm expression on his face.

The moment He Jian saw Dong Chenyu, his heart skipped a beat, and he quietly glanced at Ouyang Ming.

As for the people who had taken refuge behind Ouyang Ming before, they quickly dispersed.

Just kidding, walking through the sky with the body without the help of spiritual power is the sign of a venerable, if he really misses it, he will die without knowing how to die, besides, this is a venerable of a foreign race.

These people glanced carefully at Ou Yangming, their complexions kept changing, and they sighed inwardly. They had no ability to cause trouble. They just offended Daozi of the Ji family just now, so that's fine. But now, there is a venerable waiting for him outside, what kind of enmity is this? Moreover, there are hundreds of helpers behind him, isn't this too much of a fuss? Or, are you being too cautious?

They don't know, and it's no big deal.

There is a precedent for Ouyang Ming and He Jian working together to really have the capital to escape from the Venerable.

So, this time, even if Dong Chenyu was more cautious, it wouldn't be too much.

All the spiritual beings who escaped from the barren desert saw this scene, and Burial Sword was no exception.

He watched Ouyang Ming secretly, trying to read his inner thoughts from his face.

But he had a calm face, without any worry. He hesitated for a moment, and thought to himself, if he wanted to make friends with this person, this time was undoubtedly the best time. How to send charcoal in the snow is better than icing on the cake. At this time, he was going to cross the river, and I punted him across the river. But the other party is a venerable, and also has a helper, which is worth scrutinizing, it is not easy to choose...

He pondered for a while, and various thoughts flashed in his mind. Finally, he closed his lips, bit his teeth hard, moved his body, and came to Ouyang Ming's side.

Ouyang Ming glanced at Zun Jian in surprise, and said calmly, "This muddy water is not easy to dip in!"

Zun Jian's eyes were firm, and he shook his head: "If the water is not muddy, I won't come in." As long as he decides, he rarely makes changes. Most sword repairers have a single-minded personality. All sword cultivators must be at least at the first level of Daozi. Xiang Lingyue, Wen Zhou and others only use swords, so they are not considered sword cultivators.

Jiang Yingrong's complexion changed slightly, she exhaled the turbid air in her chest and lungs, raised her right foot, took half a step forward, and said coldly: "The foreign race has become so arrogant now? How dare you trespass into the Blood Dragon Family?" territory?"

"Blood dragon family? What can you do with me if the venerable doesn't come out?" Dong Chenyu looked at them with a rebellious face, half-smile, looking at them with a kind of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

As soon as the words fell, he waved his palms downwards, and said softly: "Boys, the day of revenge has come, the blood dragon clan is not lacking in blood, catch them back, everyone can drink a mouthful of blood, kill!"

Immediately, these hundreds of blood dragons rushed forward to kill the blood-colored lightning bolts.

Jiang Yingrong's face was pale, she moved her lotus steps lightly, and while stepping back, she asked, "Elder He, what's going on?"

Although she knew that He Jian and Ouyang Ming had killed a few blood dragons before, they wouldn't have such a big enmity, would they? Even people of the venerable level have come to her door, which is obviously beyond her imagination.

He Jian's face was wrinkled and wrinkled, without hesitation, he drew his sword and replied: "Last time, I went out with Brother Yu and saw Xuejiao Tu Village. In front of you, kill Dong Ruyu." He said while pointing at Venerable Blood Flood Dragon in front of him.

"Dong Ruyu?" Jiang Yingrong raised her voice a little, and it was extremely pleasant, like a clear spring beating a rock.

"It's the son of this foreign race." He Jian said.

"Hiss..." The voice was not loud, but it set off a storm in everyone's mind!

At this moment, everyone's expressions on Ouyang Ming's face changed. There were horror, fear, appreciation... all kinds of things, dare to forcibly kill his son in front of a venerable, not to mention strength, just How tenacious is this kind of boldness and determination?

A cultivator who can enter the barren desert can be regarded as a leader among the people, a first-class person of Tianjiao. But at this moment, he was still indescribably shocked by the news.

Hearing these words, Zang Jian rolled his eyes, and the light in his eyes was obviously brighter. The sword mark on his arm flickered, and it was secretly activated. , unparalleled tyranny, this is the most important reliance for him to dare to swim in this muddy water.

"Noisy..." Hearing these words, Dong Chenyu's face suddenly turned cold, as if covered with frost, he snorted coldly, and rushed over with a movement.

Zhan Jian's thin lips pursed upwards, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he sent a voice transmission to Ouyang Ming: "Brother Yu, buy ten breaths of time for me!"

Ouyang Ming didn't answer, and his face didn't change at all.

As if stepping on two balls of gorgeous flames under his feet, he quickly backed up. There was no answer, but it was the best answer. He wanted to fight.

At the same time, he slapped the space bag with his right hand, and a burst of white light spread out. When it fell, he was already firmly holding the blood gun Long Tu!

With a light tap of the middle finger of his right hand, the tadpole-like runes on Longtu instantly brightened. The blood in his body was burning fiercely, and his fighting spirit was surging. He wanted to see if he could block two moves in the hands of the Venerable, and how long he could last!

The red tassels on Longtu were like blood, and suddenly there was a sway, and the tip of the blood gun Longtu glowed brilliant red.

Ouyang Ming focused his eyes, and roared: "Amplify the spell!" Before he finished speaking, the golden mental power surged out like a sky-shattering wave.

"Stone Cone Technique!" Ouyang Ming growled in his heart, pointed his long spear forward, and the yellow sand in the desert was like soybeans jumping on the iron sheet. With a roar, the trembling yellow sand seemed to be supported by a pair of invisible big hands. end, and then squeeze towards the middle with surging force. ...

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