Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1011: trapped
At this time, a hidden place outside the barren desert.
Numerous poisonous insects flew out of the sand. This poisonous insect has a weird appearance, thin and dense teeth, and extremely ferocious eyes. Suddenly, these poisonous insects flew in the air and circled quickly, and they were unbelievably fused together.
One, two, three... countless!
The dead and muddy clan members slowly condensed into shape, and the green light flashed in their eyes, just like the ghost fires from the mass graves at night, making people chill. The vine inserted into the desert was full of purple flowers, very strange, it shook its body and coughed slightly.
At the same time, these hundred **** dragons looked at them, with faint expectation in their eyes. Dong Chenyu stepped directly forward, standing in front of these hundred **** dragons, with a flash of blood in his eyes, and his expression was not angry or pretentious. Said: "How are things going? Is it going well?" The voice was extremely cold, as if it had come from an ice cave.
"Fortunately, I am not insulted! The Empress of the Spirit Devouring Scorpion is frightened. This time, even if they are not dead, they will have to peel off!" This deadly grin made him look even more hideous.
"Okay, I want to see if this Human Race kid can get out of my Five Finger Mountain." Dong Chenyu's voice is cold, and his hatred for Ouyang Ming has reached its extreme, not only has he lost his face, but also Killing his beloved son is simply unforgivable.
This time, he must let this human race boy know why the flowers are so red!
The rest of the blood worms also smiled, with faint expectations in their hearts, I hope this kid will not spend too much spiritual power in the hands of the scorpion, otherwise, it will be no fun.
The clansmen of the dead and muddy clan also have cold expressions. With a thought, their bodies turn into countless poisonous insects, blending into the desert, and investigating information.
The deadly muddy race can be said to be the hardest and most difficult race in the entire spiritual world. It is said that he is difficult to kill not because he is too strong, but because of his survivability. As long as a poisonous insect is not dead, or even a bit of filament, give it a little time to resurrect. And to say that he is difficult is that this kind of clan has a strong vengeful heart, as long as it is touched, it must be endless, and he will do everything to achieve his goal. It is smelly and hard, and he can't get rid of it.
So even a family like the Three Dragons and Three Phoenixs, they don’t want to provoke them when they encounter a foreign race like Dizhuo.
Dong Chenyu looked at its slowly dissipating figure, the light in his eyes slowly condensed, and he whispered in a low voice: "In the state of preparation, the shame of my **** family must be washed away with blood."
"Yes!" The hundred-something blood scorpion roared at the same time, and the fighting spirit in his eyes gleamed.
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The cold wind is like a knife, sculpting the earth, whistling from a distance.
Ouyang Ming let out a foul breath, blasting away the cold wind in front of him. Without the resistance from squeezing from all around, his speed could be described as fast to the extreme, but his expression was extremely solemn.
looked around, and saw the sand sinking rapidly, and countless spirit-eating scorpions emerged from the sand. From a distance, it was like sinking into the ocean of spirit-eating scorpions.
Their heads are pitch-black, and their backs are like a burning flame, and in this spirit-devouring scorpion, there are some extremely powerful auras, reaching the level of high-level fierce beasts.
"Kacha!" The Spirit Devouring Scorpion found a high-level Spiritist and rushed forward.
This cultivator punched out quickly with one punch and one punch. When the fist fell, a thunderous sound came out. This is the unique effect of the punching technique reaching a certain level. It is fierce and awe-inspiring. The Spirit Devouring Scorpion smashed instantly at the same time.
But as soon as he turned around, a middle-level fierce beast immediately ripped over from the side, and was accidentally bitten by the scorpion on his arm. The pierced tail pierced into the body at once. As soon as the venom entered the body of the cultivator, he felt that his whole body was burned by fire, and he immediately let out a screaming scream. Immediately afterwards, countless spirit-devouring scorpions crawled on his body and swallowed from the skin, bit by bit, gnawing into the depths, and he watched his own flesh and blood being swallowed.
Ouyang Ming sighed secretly when he saw this scene, without seeing any movement, a finger of wind condensed out of thin air, and it was directly printed on this high-ranking monk.
He wanted to raise his head, but the energy in his body was exhausted, the color of relief in his eyes flashed away, his head tilted, and his last breath was swallowed into his stomach.
Ouyang Ming’s face is calm, walking along the road, he is covered with thorns, bathing in blood and growing up, and has seen countless corpses. This scene has long been touched by him. Moreover, seeking the truth is to advance bravely, not to advance. Retreat, dead people are normal.
These spirit-devouring scorpions naturally saw Ouyang Ming, the tail spurs violently shook, and put on an attacking posture. When they moved, they swarmed towards Ouyang Ming like a predatory vulture. At the same time, white silk was spit out from the mouth, intertwined, like a bunch of white arrows, crossing the space.
Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he avoided the past with a move.
"We must not be entangled by them!" Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that a large mist of mist was emitted from his body, and he slapped hundreds of spirit-eating scorpions to death.
But instead of fear in the eyes of these fierce beasts, they are more fierce. They only have three or four breaths, directly surrounding Ouyang Ming.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming sneered: "Don’t be afraid of death, come!" As soon as the voice fell, the fire of Tianfeng was blazing, and the white flame directly enveloped Ouyang Ming, and the temperature in the air rose without limit. , The scorching air wave turned away.
With a move, he turned a blind eye to the rushing Spirit Devouring Scorpion.
"Papa" sounded endlessly. As soon as the palm-sized Spirit Devouring Scorpion touched the fire of the Heavenly Phoenix, its body exploded uncontrollably and turned into ashes.
But the fierce beast was not afraid of fear, resolutely, like a moth to a fire, hitting the fire of the sky, countless spirit eating scorpions directly turned into powder. The fire of Tianfeng is the lord of all fires, and the temperature is extremely high.
This is also the one that Ouyang Ming hasn't stepped into the venerable. Even the ordinary venerable, with the infinite nature of the fire of the phoenix, with one thought, it is not impossible to burn all the spirit-devouring scorpions visible in front of them.
The words of have come to this, and the attack power of the Heavenly Phoenix Fire goes without saying.
has limitations. It is only suitable for dealing with opponents who are not good at speed. If it is dealing with opponents of the same level as Ji Haoran, it will be a little stretched.
Looking from a distance, a white flame rose to the sky, moving fast in the desert, and a figure was faintly visible in the flame, like a king in fire.
At this time, a hundred miles away from Ouyang Ming.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong stood side by side, exchanged glances, and both saw the uneasy colors in their eyes.
Jiang Yingrong stroked some stray hair, and smiled bitterly: "Elder He, what...what is going on? How can this spirit scorpion be so crazy?"
He Jian shook the sword case on his shoulders, paused for a moment, and replied softly, "It should be someone who has alarmed the Mother Spirit Devourer, otherwise, it is impossible for so many Spirit Devouring Scorpions to appear in the barren desert. It can't be so crazy, it's just..." He paused, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Just what?" Jiang Yingrong is very good at answering.
"Why is this mother of the spirit-devouring scorpion mother sleeping in the depths of the yellow sand all the year round, how could he be alarmed?" He touched his chin with his old fingers, and couldn't understand why.
Jiang Yingrong groaned and said nothing.
After a long while, Jiang Yingrong muttered to herself: "I don't know if there is anything wrong with Brother Yu?" She stared at the yellow sand in the sky, startled.
"Don't worry, Brother Yu has many ways to save his life. All of the hundreds of people who entered the barren desert are dead, and there is no possibility for him to have an accident." He Jian lifted the sword box, his voice was vicissitudes of life, and it seemed Very confident in Ouyang Ming. Among the big ruins, he has spent the longest time with Ouyang Ming and has the most comprehensive understanding. He has seen all kinds of incredible methods by Ouyang Ming.
The fact is the same. In terms of life-saving ability, even the venerable, I am afraid that it is not as good as Ouyang Ming.
After all, even the Venerable, his energy is extremely limited. To give a simple example, if Ouyang Ming and a Venerable are trapped in a killing formation at the same time, Ouyang Ming has a chance to break out of the formation, but what about the Venerable? How many people know the formation? It's okay to be able to break the formation with strength, but if you can't break it, you can only be strangled.
Jiang Yingrong nodded slightly to agree with this.
"Let's go, the spiritual power in the dantian has recovered some, let's wait outside for Brother Yu." He Jian straightened up and moved away.
Jiang Yingrong followed without hesitation.
But the two had just walked out a few steps "Woohoo..." As the voice spread, dense palm-sized spirit scorpions showed their heads out of the desert, their eyes were fierce and bloody, and they directly took the two of them. Surrounded by it.
"Quick! Quick! Break through!" He Jian's voice was anxious.
While was speaking, he raised his arm and pressed his finger in the air. Under this press, the sword case he was carrying quickly trembled.
, the sword rang into the sky with a crisp sound. The Meridian Sword flashed light and kept spinning around He Jian. He Jian raised his hand and said coldly: "A sword is coming to the west!" The words fell. Sword Qi overflowed ~IndoMTL.com~ and set off countless yellow sands. Wherever they passed, all the Spirit Devouring Scorpions completely collapsed, directly blasting a three-foot wide path of life.
Although He Jian is not a Daozi, his strength is not inferior to any Daozi.
Jiang Yingrong's shots are also extremely fierce, stopping or pause, moving or static, every movement is smooth and smooth, and every palm shot will cause a roar.
But there are too many spirit-eating scorpions, densely packed, and just for a moment, they once again blocked this life.
A large white mist was emitted from the scorpion's mouth at the same time, turning into a silk cocoon. The air was full of corrosive smell, and when he opened his mouth, he vomited and completely diffused the surroundings of the two of them.
"Damn it!" He Jian was eager in his heart without any hesitation. He pressed it again in the air, and the history and blood in the sword box made a low sound, the light brightened, and they flew out at the same time. The three long swords were connected end to end, no Stopped in the air and flew up and down, He Jian let out a low roar: "Three swords fly like a phoenix!"
The long sword froze abruptly, and slashed directly at the front.
A ray of artistic conception of sword light burst from the body, covering the sky and the sun.
He Jian followed Jianguang and whispered: "Go!" Before the sound fell, he followed Jianguang and broke out.
But before the sound fell, it was blocked again. There are too many scorpions.
They are trapped. ...
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