Chapter 1011: Trapped

　　 At this time, a hidden place outside the barren desert.
　　 Countless poisonous insects flew out of the sand. The poisonous insect looked strange, with thin and dense teeth and terrible eyes. Suddenly, these poisonous insects flew around in the air quickly, unexpectedly merging together.
　　 One, two, three... countless!
　　 The people of the dead muddy family slowly set their bodies, and the green light in their eyes flashed like a ghost fire from the burial gang at night, which made people feel chilly. The vines in the desert were covered with purple flowers, so strange, it shook its body and coughed gently.
At the same time, the hundred-headed blood jelly seemed to look faintly in his eyes, and Dong Chenyu stepped forward directly, standing in front of the hundred-headed blood jelly, his eyes flashed with blood, his expression did not anger himself, said: " How is the matter going? Is it going well?" The voice was very cold, like it came from the ice cave.
　　 "Fortunately, it's not humiliating! The Emperor Scorpion was frightened. This time, even if they didn't die, they would have to peel off!" This deadly grin grinned, and looked even more terrible.
"Okay, I want to see if this humanoid kid can turn over my Wuzhi Mountain." Dong Chenyu's voice was cold, and his hatred for Ouyang Ming had reached the extreme, not only did he lose face, but also killed him The beloved son is simply unforgivable.
　　 This time, he must let this humanoid kid know why the flowers are so red!
　　 The rest of the blood jelly is also a grinning face, and there is a look in his heart faintly, hoping that this kid will not spend too much spiritual power in the hands of the spirit scorpion, otherwise it will not be fun.
　　The clan of the dead and muddy clan also had a cold look. His thoughts moved, his body turned into countless poisonous insects, and he merged into the desert to investigate the information.
　　Dead-turbid family can be said to be the most difficult and entangled race in the entire spiritual world. It is not because he is too strong, but his survivability. As long as one of the poisonous insects is not dead, or even a little filigree, give it a little time to be resurrected again. And to say that he is difficult to entangle is that this kind of clan has strong revenge. If it is exposed to it, it will be endless, and it will be unscrupulous for the purpose of doing things. It is stinky and hard.
　　 So even if it is a family of three dragons and three phoenixes, it will not take the initiative to provoke it if it encounters aliens like the dead.
　　 Dong Chenyu looked at its slowly dissipating figure, and the light in his eyes slowly condensed, whispered: "In the state of preparing for war, the shame of my blood jiao family must be washed with blood."
　　 "Yes!" These hundred heads of blood dragons roared at the same time, and the war in their eyes shone.
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　　 The cold wind is like a sword, carving the earth, whistling from a distance.
　　Ouyang Ming sighed softly and blew away the cold wind in front of him. Without the resistance squeezed from there, his speed was almost extreme, but his expression was extremely dignified.
　　 looked around and saw that the sand was sinking quickly, and countless spirit-eating scorpions emerged from the sand. From a distance, it was like being caught in a sea of ​​spirit-eating scorpions.
　　 Their heads are dark, and their backs are like a burning flame, and in this spirit-eating scorpion, there are still some extremely powerful breaths that have reached the point of high-level fierce beasts.
　　 "Kap!" The spirit-eating scorpion found a high-level spirit who rushed up.
The cultivator quickly punched one punch after another, forming a continuum, where the fist fell, a sound like thunder came out. This is a unique effect of the fist reaching a certain level. It is dangerous and awe-inspiring. At the same time smashed instantly.
　　 But as soon as he turned around, a mid-level beast immediately bite from the side, accidentally, being bitten by the spirit scorpion on his arm. The rickety tail pierced the body at once, and as soon as the venom entered the body of the cultivator, he only felt that his whole body was burning like a fire, and a cry of screaming came out immediately. Immediately afterwards, countless soul-eating scorpions crawled on his body, swallowed from the skin, bite by bite, and bite into the depths, he watched his own flesh and blood being swallowed.
　　Ouyang Ming saw this scene, sighed, but did not see any action, a finger condensed out of thin air, printed directly on the senior monk.
　　He wanted to raise his head, but the energy in his body had been exhausted, the relief in his eyes flashed away, his head tilted, and he swallowed the last breath into his stomach.
Ouyang Ming's face was calm. He walked along the way, he was bathed in blood, and grew up in the blood. He had seen countless corpses. This scene hasn't touched him long enough. Moreover, the way to seek the way is to rush forward, not to go back, The dead are normal.
　　 These spirit-eating scorpion tails naturally saw Ouyang Ming. The tail thorns shook violently, posing an attacking posture, and moved like a predatory vulture, rushing towards Ouyang Ming. At the same time, white silk spit out of the mouth, intertwined, like a white arrow, across the space.
　　Ouyang Ming's complexion changed slightly, and he moved to avoid the past.
　　 "Must not be entangled by them!" Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that the body exhaled a large amount of mist and slapped forward, slamming hundreds of soul-eating scorpions directly.
　　 But instead of fearing these fierce beasts, they were even more fierce. They only took three or four breaths and directly surrounded Ouyang Ming.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming sneered: "Come on without fear of death!" As soon as the words fell, the flames of the phoenix blazed, and the white flame directly enveloped Ouyang Ming. The temperature in the air did not rise to a limit, burning. The air wave turned back.
　　 He walked, turning a blind eye to the thundering scorpion.
　　 The sound of "slap" was endless, and the palm-sized spirit-eating scorpion had just touched the fire of Tianfeng, and the body exploded uncontrollably and turned into ashes.
　　 The beast was not afraid, but resolutely, like a moth slamming the fire, hit the fire of the sky Phoenix, and countless spirit-eating scorpions directly turned into powder. The fire of Tianfeng is the master of all fires, and the temperature is extremely high.
　　 This is also Ouyang Ming who has not yet stepped into the Venerable, even the ordinary Venerable, with the characteristics of the fire of the Heavenly Phoenix, there is nothing to melt, a thought that it is not impossible to burn all the spirit-eating scorpions visible in front of you.
　　 has come to this point, the attack power of Tianfeng's fire needless to say.
　　 has limitations, and is only suitable for dealing with opponents who are not good at speed. If you are dealing with opponents of the same level, such as Ji Haoran, you will be stretched.
　　 Seen from a distance, a white flame rises into the sky and moves quickly in the desert. A figure is faintly visible in the flame, like a king in fire.
　　 And at this time, far away from Ouyang Ming.
　　 He Jian and Jiang Yingrong stood side by side, exchanged glances, and all saw the uneasy color of their respective eyes.
　　Jiang Yingrong pressed some loose hair and smiled bitterly: "Elder He, this... what's going on? Why is this spirit-eating scorpion so crazy?"
He Jian shook the sword box on his shoulder, and after a moment, he replied softly, saying: "It should be someone who has disturbed the Emperor of the Scorpion, otherwise, there cannot be so many Scorpion in the desert. It's so crazy, it's just..." He paused, a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes.
　　 "Just what?" Jiang Yingrong is very good at answering.
　　 "This spirit-eating scorpion empress sleeps deep in the yellow sand all year long, how could it be alarmed?" His old finger touched his chin, and he couldn't understand it.
　　Jiang Yingrong's eyes were deep and he was silent, not speaking.
　　 After a while, Jiang Yingrong muttered to herself: "I don't know if Brother Yu has anything to do?" She looked at the sky of yellow sand and was startled.
"Relax. Well, Brother Yu has many life-saving means. Hundreds of people have entered the barren desert. Everyone is dead, and he can't have an accident." He Jian raised the sword box and his voice was vicissitudes, which seemed to Ouyang Ming Very confident. Among the big ruins, it was his longest time with Ouyang Ming and the most comprehensive understanding. Ouyang Ming had seen all kinds of incredible means.
　　 The same is true, even if it is a respectable person, even if it is a respecter, it may not be as good as Ouyang Ming.
　　 After all, even the Venerable has extremely limited energy. To give a simple example, if Ouyang Ming and a Venerable are both in a killing formation at the same time, Ouyang Ming has the opportunity to break out of the formation, but what about the Venerable? How many people understand the formation method? It’s okay to be able to break the line, but if it can’t be broken, it can only be strangled.
　　Jiang Yingrong listened to this and slightly nodded his approval.
　　 "Let's go, the spiritual power in Dantian has been restored. Let's wait outside for Yu's brother." He Jian stood upright, moved, and moved away.
　　Jiang Yingrong did not hesitate and followed.
But the two had just walked out a few steps, "Whooting..." As the sound spread, the dense palm-sized spirit-eating scorpion exposed his head from the desert, his eyes fierce and fierce, and the blood was faintly hidden, directly surrounding them. .
　　 "Quick! Quick! Quickly break through!" He Jian's voice was eager.
　　 While speaking, his arm was raised and his finger was pressed in the air. Under this press, the sword box he was carrying was shaking rapidly.
With a clear sword sound rising into the sky, the meridian sword flashed around, spinning around He Jian, He Jian raised his finger, coldly said: "One sword comes to the west!" Yi ~ EbookFREE.me ~ set off countless yellow sands, wherever passed, all the spirit-eating scorpions completely collapsed, directly blasting a three-foot-wide life path.
　　 Although He Jian is not a Daozi, his strength is not inferior to any Daozi.
　　Jiang Yingrong's shot is also extremely fierce, either stopped or paused, or moved or static, every movement is as smooth as every shot, it will cause a roar.
　　 But there are too many soul-eating scorpions, densely packed, just a moment, again blocking the road of this life.
　　The mouth of the biting scorpion spewed a large white mist at the same time, which turned into a silk cocoon. The air was filled with the smell of corrosion, and the mouth opened and vomited, completely surrounding the two.
"Damn!" He Jian was anxious in his heart, without any hesitation, and once again pressed the sky, the sweat and blood sunflower in the sword box whispered, the light shining, and flew out at the same time, the three long swords connected end to end, constantly in the air Flying up and down, He Jian growled and said: "Three swords and blue phoenixes are flying!"
　　 Long sword condensed, and slashed directly towards the front.
　　 An artistic conception of Jian Guang, with nothing and nothing, bursts out to cover the sky.
　　He Jian followed Jianguang and whispered: "Hurry!" The sound did not fall. He followed Jianguang and broke out.
　　 But before the sound fell, he was blocked again, and there were too many biting scorpions.
　　 They were trapped. ...
　　
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