At this moment, mist emitted from the surface of countless soul-devouring scorpions at the same time, turning into silk cocoons and shrouding the monk. The speed was too fast, the moment was approaching, and the monk's attention was focused on Ouyang Ming and the others. He had no time to react and was already dragged down from the sky. His pupils shrank, the look of fear in his eyes reached the extreme, his face twisted together, and he screamed, "No!"
But the screams seemed so weak at this moment, and he could only watch himself being devoured. Starting from his toes, his flesh and blood were eaten clean bit by bit, and the thin, dense, and sharp fangs became his nightmare.
He couldn't even faint, because the venom on the teeth of the Soul-Eating Beast stimulated his nerves all the time, making him abnormally awake.
The pain caused by the teeth biting flesh and blood multiplied. Despair, pain, and fatigue washed away his defenses. After only ten breaths, the monk collapsed completely and his eyes were dull.
After a cup of tea, even the bones were devoured cleanly.
"Hiss, this..." Ouyang Ming took a breath, this scene deeply stimulated him.
Jiang Yingrong also had a look of horror on her face. Although she had heard the name of the soul-eating beast, she never expected that this kind of insect could be so cruel. It could eat a person completely and could not even fall into coma. Being able to watch oneself being swallowed up. Even if a cultivator has an iron will, it is difficult to face this kind of pressure calmly.
Ouyang Ming looked at the black flames on the horizon, moved his body, and moved away.
In the sky, Jiang Yingrong's red clothes were fluttering, as gorgeous as summer flowers. She raised her finger and pointed at the black flames in front of her, and introduced: "There are restrictions placed above the flames. You cannot fly. You can only pass through the flames below. Look at that horse. Faced man." As she spoke, she moved her finger to the horse-faced man in the flames.
Ouyang Ming heard this and looked over.
"The white light on the surface of his skin is the armor condensed by the power of blood, which can resist the burning of fire. The stronger the power of blood, the thicker the condensed armor, and the farther the distance can be." , Jiang Yingrong paused deliberately and turned serious.
He took a deep look at Ouyang Ming and said solemnly: "You have to act according to your ability and quit when you can't bear it anymore, otherwise you will be devoured by the flames."
As he spoke, the three of them fell outside the flames.
Ouyang Ming glanced around, already thinking about it.
This burning desert area is only a thousand feet wide, but extremely long and narrow, spreading towards the depths like a winding snake. The sand, stone, and spiritual energy burned blazingly. The flame was ten feet high, and both sides of the flame were filled with dark golden yellow sand. Countless weird-shaped heads were placed among them, with round eyes and blood flowing out of them. They seemed to be cursed and stained with ominousness, and no one came close.
The number of cultivators who came outside the black flame was also much less, only 70%. The desolate desert was like a big tomb, and countless people died in it.
"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming took a step forward, stepped lightly on the yellow sand, and stepped into the flames.
As soon as he entered it, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire in Ouyang Ming's body burned brightly, and his whole body was wrapped in heat, which made him feel extremely comfortable.
Even the pressure squeezing around him has dissipated a lot.
After a moment to adapt, he turned back, glanced at He Jian and Jiang Yingrong, looked strange, and said, "I'm leaving first!"
"What?" The two of them were confused and exchanged glances with doubts on their faces, but in the next second, they understood the meaning of this sentence.
Ouyang Ming moved, his white clothes floated up, and the flames shot into the sky behind him. He took about ten steps in a row. Every time he took a step, he would cover a distance of more than ten feet. Others were struggling on the edge of life and death with every step he took, but he took ten steps in an instant. A few steps, and the speed is getting faster and faster. As soon as the front foot steps out, the back foot immediately follows. Every step is like walking on the ground, walking leisurely, leaving an afterimage in the black flames.
"This...this! Damn it, why is it this person again! We were evenly matched with Daozi before, and now he is showing such speed in the black flames, this kind of talent, and this kind of cultivation that is not inferior to Daozi, what exactly is this person? Who is it? Why have I never heard of it before?" A high-level spiritual monk looked shocked when he saw Ou Yangming's speed. He took every step carefully, but this person was too scary. Bar
Jiang Yingrong took a big breath of turbid air, looked at He Jian, and said with a bitter smile: "Elder He, Brother Yu... how could it be so fast?"
"Brother Yu is a Taoist-level figure, and you cannot judge him by common sense." He Jian's pupils shrank slightly. Even so, he still felt a thrill in his heart. It was not that Lao He had never seen the world before, but that the scene in front of him was really appalling!
At this speed, what do you want the other people in this black flame to do
Countless eyes fell on Ouyang Ming, with envy and awe in their eyes.
One step, two steps, three steps...
A hundred steps later, Ouyang Ming disappeared from everyone's eyes.
As Ouyang Ming went deeper into it, the force squeezing him became stronger and stronger, as if trying to push him out of the desolate desert. His speed also slowed down. Even so, in the eyes of others, he was still very fast. Unimaginable.
"Boom..." Suddenly, there was a loud noise.
Ouyang Ming frowned and looked intently, only to see the black flames in the desert spinning in vain, like a top, rolling from the earth into the sky. Under this vortex, the sand opened like a giant's mouth, It cracked open in vain, releasing a faint blue mist. Then, the sound of breaking through the air rang out, countless magic weapons and elixirs spurted out from the ground, and the aura scattered!
"Creation!" This word burst out in the minds of a dozen high-level spiritual monks at the same time.
His eyes lit up, his center of gravity sank, his body leaned forward, and he pounced forward, his eyes full of coldness and cruelty.
As for the peak spirit person, his eyes showed persistence and he continued to walk deeper.
Among them was a high-level spirit man wearing a hat. For some reason, his eyes were slightly startled, and his body paused. His protective armor was directly blasted to pieces by a magic weapon. In an instant, he was swallowed up by black flames and turned into powder. , even the screams were not heard.
This was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the heads of these cultivators. They suddenly became more careful, but their eyes were still crazy.
Ouyang Ming only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, buried his head and continued walking deeper, deliberately slowing down, and a bold, even crazy idea was slowly growing in his heart.
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At this time, on an ordinary hill outside the desert desert.
Hundreds of blood dragons were ready to attack, and Dong Chenyu stood among the blood dragons like stars over the moon. His eyes were scarlet and his eyes were extremely cold. A red mist surrounded him. This was evil energy, evil energy condensed into substance. .
Standing next to him is a foreigner who looks like a human but not a human, and looks like an animal but not an animal.
This alien has a humanoid upper body, two tentacles on top of its head, its eyes are green and glowing green, and its tail is like a vine taking root in the desert. It sprouts numerous small purple flowers and spreads in all directions.
Its name is Zhuo, and the Death Zhuo clan is one of the most mysterious alien races.
There is no need to practice, as long as you keep devouring it, every member of the Shizhuo clan can step into the realm of the Venerable without any shackles.
Therefore, although the Death Zhuo clan is rare in number, each one is extremely powerful and has the ability to destroy a city.
Dong Chenyu moved, looked towards the desolate desert, licked his lips, and said coldly: "I can feel the taste of the blood of our people. The blood is rich. I must kill them all. Blood debts will be paid with blood! People of the Blood Dragon Clan Don't die in vain." During this period of time, the blood dragon clan was despised by other alien races in the unknown area, which made him extremely angry. This time, he directly brought out half of the clan's elite, the three peak spiritual beings, and himself. This venerable person is an extremely high-level foreigner, and he will definitely be able to wash away his shame.
The green light shone in the eyes of this alien who was neither human nor beast, and his voice was like two pieces of copper rubbing together. It was extremely unpleasant, and he said: "Your Majesty, I have a plan, and I will definitely capture that human race."
"Tell me about it!" Dong Chenyu nodded slightly and acted like a venerable person.
"My dead clan can blend into all things, and there are countless soul-eating scorpions hidden under the barren desert. I use poisonous insects to blend into the yellow sand. As long as I find the soul-devouring scorpion queen, I can alert her and even let her If he is slightly injured, the human race in this desert will definitely fall into a big crisis. Even if they can escape by chance, their combat power will be greatly reduced. By then, with the strength of the lord, they will be captured alive. "This. The voice is hoarse, but the strategy is not without its viciousness.
"Okay, let's do it! Although this place is within the Blood Dragon Family's sphere of influence, it is also on the edge. By the time they arrive, the situation will be set." Dong Chenyu was extremely excited.
The eyes of the rest of the blood dragon clan also showed ecstasy. Those two hateful humans dared to kill the blood dragon prince. This was simply seeking death.
"Yes!" The alien nodded lightly. As soon as his voice fell, his tail plunged into the yellow sand. Immediately, countless vines grew out of the tail and spread in all directions. Countless yellow sand flew and smoke scattered in all directions.
If that was all, that would be fine. The most terrifying thing was his body.
Starting from the head, it spreads out bit by bit, turning into countless hideous and ugly bugs with thin and dense teeth that blend into the yellow sand.
He couldn't even feel his spiritual power, as if he had disappeared in the middle of heaven and earth.
Pass directly through the light curtain and look for the Soul-Eating Scorpion Queen.
When Dong Chenyu saw this scene, the resentment in his eyes reached the extreme, and he said coldly: "Ambush outside the light curtain. Blood debt can only be washed away with blood. This is related to the honor of my blood dragon clan, and there is no room for loss." , even if his body dies, even if his soul is destroyed, he will not hesitate to use the blood of his enemies to honor our heroic spirit!" The reason why he did not enter the light curtain and capture Ouyang Ming was because of the black flames burning in the desert. It is extremely harmful to foreign races, and even the Venerable cannot withstand it for long.
"war-"
Countless blood dragons roared at the same time, fighting spirit surged in their eyes, and their auras were violent.