Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1012: Big News
The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky are countless.
At this moment, the same is true for the spirit-eating scorpions in this desert. They are densely packed, as numerous as cow hair, and their eyes are extremely red. They were extremely angry in their hearts, and wanted to swallow all the outsiders in the barren desert. The Empress of the Spirit Devouring Scorpion could not be blasphemed, even if they were just beasts and lacking intellect, but this kind of thinking had been integrated into their flesh and blood and was deeply ingrained.
He Jian looked dignified, glanced at Jiang Yingrong, and shouted: "Shoot with all your strength!"
The sword intent on his body is earth-shaking, with the spirit of the sword, the heart is pointed, and the sword is directed. Each sword is majestic, upright and upright, paying attention to frontal crushing, and it is inevitable for people to avoid it. There is quite a domineering and awe-inspiring sword in the nineteen states of frost. The sword light was shining, but there were too many spirit-eating scorpions in the desert, and they kept escaping from the sand. The two of them were like entering a whirlpool of spirit-eating scorpions, sinking deeper and deeper.
At the beginning, He Jian only needed to use a sword to get out of trouble. But with the passage of time, even with this strongest sword, the hope of getting out of trouble is getting diminished.
Because the sand keeps sinking, you can see all the scorpions in front of you, so dense as rain, it can even be described as overwhelming.
one breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After a stick of incense, the spiritual energy in the pubic area of the two was exhausted, and their bodies were covered with fine wounds. They didn’t know how many spirit-eating scorpions had been killed, at least tens of thousands, but this spirit-eating scorpion not only didn’t Less, but more.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged glances, and they both saw the bitterness of their eyes.
He Jian's fingers volleyed a little, and he made a soft cry in history, and shook out a big circle up and down in vain. The sword light overflowed and shrouded forward.
He said with a hoarse voice: "Treasurer Jiang, I desperately cut a sword. Whether you can escape depends on your good fortune!" At this moment, he had no fear in his heart, only a trace of unwillingness. He had already made up his foundation and had the capital to attack the Venerable, but he died in such a 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 do you say , he has faith and persistence, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his chest. Otherwise, the sword in his hand would not be so sharp, and it would be impossible for him to achieve this level of cultivation.
Jiang Yingrong's face changed, and she smiled bitterly: "Elder He, you are the guardian elder, and you have to go together!" She said that sincerely. She knew that He Jian's cultivation base was stronger than her own, and she was not even a little bit stronger than her. , Although they are all the peaks of spiritual beings, the gap is like a whole piece of sky.
He Jian shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together. After a long silence, he said dryly: "Help me... Help me take care of Xiaolan!"
As soon as 's voice fell, his potential exploded, turning into spiritual power raging, and a sense of nothing but no cuts burst out of him, scrolling into nothingness. The sword intent surrounding him is sharp and sharp, as if it can pierce the sky and open the sky. At this moment, He Jian is an immortal sword, entwined with the holy meaning of the immortal machine, which can shatter everything in the world.
This is 撩天!
is just a sword intent, and they all possess the power of ghosts and gods that are hard to predict.
And at this moment, a sound of breaking through the sky echoed, Ouyang Ming’s voice came from the horizon, before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "I will take you out." The voice was not loud, except for firmness. More indifferent. But in my ears, it gave people an incomparable convincing power. It seemed that even if the sky fell, he could carry half of it.
Before, Ouyang Ru was taking a walk in the courtyard, walking out of the deserted desert without rush, looking at the Spirit Devouring Scorpions surrounding him, his face was not waved, but at this moment, he was in the spiritual world. Two familiar purple light spots were felt in the middle, and they galloped in, luckily catching up.
The sound hasn't dissipated yet, and a white flame that keeps spinning appears in the vision of the two of them, moving quickly toward them.
If it’s just that way, the key is that after the white flames, there are countless spirit-eating scorpions, and at first glance, it directly covers a range of more than ten miles, at least ten times that of Jiang Yingrong and He Jian. What a huge and terrible number this is?
Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank, and her lips parted, making her **** and seductive.
Although the Spirit Devouring Scorpion is only a fierce beast, she has no intelligence, but she does have an intuition that these hideous spirit devouring scorpions are gnashing their teeth.
Yes, just gritted his teeth, wishing to eat Ouyang Ming cleanly. Even the Spirit Devouring Scorpion next to her stopped attacking, the blood in her eyes was already full of intensity, and it made a squeaking sound without any hesitation, just like a tide rushing away like Ouyang Ming.
He Jian was also dumbfounded, and said in his heart, what did Brother Yu do? How could these spirit scorpions hate him so much?
The thought hasn't stopped, and He Jian understands it.
The fire of the sky phoenix is a rotating cyclone. These undaunted spirit scorpions surged up, and they turned into ashes as soon as they touched them. Hundreds of them died in an instant.
Every moment, there are many Spirit Devouring Scorpions buried on the flames of the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, and tiny traces of black thread merge into Ouyang Ming’s body. This is Spirit Devouring Scorpion’s resentment, precisely because In this way, more and more Spirit Devouring Scorpions were following him.
He Jian looked away without a look, and muttered in his heart, what a wicked evildoer.
Jiang Yingrong bit her red lips lightly, her eyes rolled around, and there was only one thought left in her heart, what kind of flame is this? How... how could there be such a terrifying lethality?
Looking at Ouyang Ming's gaze is like looking at a monster. The more she understands, the more she feels that this person is terrifying, such as the vast sea, the deep starry sky, and there will never be a bottom line, and the things that show up will always be the tip of an iceberg.
"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming said with a flat expression and smiled.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in their eyes, making such a big movement, how could he still look unmoved.
The two followed Ouyang Ming far behind, getting more and more frightened as they walked.
As long as he passes by, all the devouring scorpions will immediately abandon their original prey, shake their tail spurs, and pounce directly at him.
Looking from a distance, behind him, there are at least millions of Spirit Devouring Scorpions, awe-inspiring, and the flame pattern on his body is burning.
Jiang Yingrong gave a wry smile, opened his eyes hard, looked at Ouyang Ming’s back, and said: "Elder He, what's the matter, this Spirit Devouring Scorpion...Oh!"
He Jian stroked his beard lightly, with emotion on his face: "Brother Yu, uh, sacred man, you can't guess with common sense. I have lived for most of my life, and I haven't even heard of it. Even if I let it go. It is also the first time in the history of Daxu for tens of thousands of years. There is a saying, yes, everybody's heart is arrogant, and all calculations are empty. For a layman like me, Yu My brother is a secret, it's not clear." He glanced at his dry and old fingers and shook his head.
Jiang Yingrong's complexion remained unchanged, but her heart was overwhelmed.
He didn't expect that He Jian's evaluation of Ouyang Ming would be so high that he referred to Fanxin, but compared Ouyang Ming to a secret. This kind of evaluation is already ridiculously high.
At this time, her heart is like a cat picked up by a timothy, crisp, itchy, and more and more curious about Ouyang Ming. She was sure in her heart that such people, no matter where they were placed, would shine with unparalleled light.
Whether in the outside world or in the big market, it has the ability to suppress the contemporary.
Of course, Ouyang Ming made such a big movement, and many lucky souls were saved.
Because as long as Ouyang Ming passes by, these spirit-eating scorpions will inevitably run away in an instant, let go of the prey they are attacking, and madly bite towards Master Ou in the flames.
"This...this! Is this person again? Before, it caused such a big sensation outside the light curtain, and now it is more like a king in the fire, attracting all the spirit eating scorpions, more terrifying... What's terrifying is that as soon as the Spirit Devouring Scorpion approaches, it will turn into ashes. So, who is this person?" A high-level spiritist who entered the ruins in search of good fortune was shocked and his eyes were dull.
He was already in desperate situation and planned to blew his dantian so as not to be worse than death, but in a short while, Ouyang Ming was pulled back from the gate of the ghost.
His eyes flashed, his teeth bite, and it turned into a long rainbow, following Ouyang Ming.
This is not a special case, it happens every so often.
The burial sword gently stroked Shentu with the fingertips, standing tall and straight like a long sword out of 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 movements~IndoMTL.com~ drew a wave of sword energy. Suddenly, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, like a staggered white light, all the spirit devouring scorpions within a radius of ten feet collapsed.
The Burial Sword pinched the Shentu Sword, and sneered: "Huh, but that's it!" He didn't have many Spirit Devouring Scorpions, so he didn't take it seriously.
It was dusk at this time, and the sword of funeral looked up at the horizon. The red sun like a disk hung on the horizon. It seemed that you could get it by just raising your hand.
Ouyang Ming's figure is reflected in his eyes, and his body is full of fighting spirit. This is the identification of the strong to the strong.
Suddenly, the yellow sand quivered regularly, and countless wisps of dust and smoke spread out, covering the sky and the sun.
Looking around, the world is vast, everything is covered by yellow sand, and a black gleam is faintly visible in the yellow sand.
Burial Sword touched his chin, and there was a pensive look in his eyes. In vain, countless dry cries of Spirit Devouring Scorpions reached his ears, his eyelids twitched, and his heart secretly said, how many Spirit Devouring Scorpions must this voice and power have? There was a faint fear in his heart, and his mental power was poking around. When the wind was about to scream, the shadow of Ouyang Ming immediately appeared in his mind.
He took a continuous breath, his mouth parted, and said in horror: "This is impossible, right?"
Without any hesitation, the powerful mental power leaned out. After a while, a word came out leisurely: abnormal. ...
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