The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky are countless in number.
And at this moment, the same was true for the Soul-Eating Scorpions in the desert. They were densely packed and numerous, with extremely red eyes. They roared and rushed towards He Jian and Jiang Yingrong. They are extremely angry in their hearts and want to devour all outsiders in the desolate desert. The Soul-Eating Scorpion Queen cannot be blasphemed. Even if they are just ferocious beasts and have no intelligence, this kind of thinking has been integrated into their flesh and blood and is deeply rooted.
He Jian looked solemn, glanced at Jiang Yingrong, and shouted loudly: "Attack with all your strength!"
The sword intention on his body is earth-shattering, and he controls the sword with his spirit. Wherever his heart points, the sword will go. Each sword is majestic and dignified. It focuses on frontal crushing, making people unable to avoid it. It has a kind of domineering and awe-inspiring sword that can freeze the nineteen states. The sword light shines, but there are too many Soul-Eating Scorpions in the desert. They keep jumping out of the sand. The two of them seem to have entered a vortex of Soul-Eating Scorpions, sinking deeper and deeper.
At the beginning, He Jian only needed to use the sky-shaking sword to get out of trouble. But as time goes by, even if this strongest sword is used, the hope of escape becomes increasingly slim.
Because the sand keeps sinking, you can see all the soul-eating scorpions in front of you, as fine as rain, which can even be described as overwhelming.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After a stick of incense, the spiritual energy in the two people's Dantian was exhausted, and their bodies were covered with fine scars. They didn't know how many Soul-Eating Scorpions they had killed, at least tens of thousands, but the number of Soul-Eating Scorpions not only did not decrease, but More.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged glances, and both saw the bitterness in their respective eyes.
He Jian raised his finger in the air, and Han Qing let out a soft sound, shaking out a big circle in vain. The sword light overflowed and shrouded forward.
His voice was hoarse and he said: "Shopkeeper Jiang, I will fight to the death with my sword. Whether I can escape or not depends on your fate!" At this moment, there was no fear in his heart, only a trace of unwillingness. He had already completed his foundation and had the capital to attack the Venerable, but to die in a place like this was unworthy, so unworthy. But he couldn't do it if he was asked to watch Jiang Yingrong die in front of him.
How should I put it, he has faith, perseverance, and a breath of relief in his chest. Otherwise, the sword in his hand would not be so sharp, and his cultivation would not be able to reach this level.
Jiang Yingrong's expression changed, and she said with a bitter smile: "Elder He, you are the guardian elder, let's go together!" She said this sincerely, she knew that He Jian's cultivation was stronger than hers, not even a little bit stronger, although both It is the pinnacle of spiritual beings, but the gap between them is like a whole sky.
He Jian shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together, he was silent for a long time, and said dryly: "Help me... help me take care of Xiaolan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the potential in him exploded, turning into spiritual power that burned fiercely, and an intention to kill everything burst out from him, rolling into nothingness. The sword intent that surrounded him was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce the sky and split the sky. At this moment, He Jian is an immortal sword, entwined with the divine will of immortality, which can break everything in the world.
This is teasing!
Just the sword intention has the power of ghosts and gods that is hard to fathom.
And at this moment, a sound that broke through the air echoed, and Ouyang Ming's voice came from the horizon. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "I will take you out." This voice was not loud, but it was firm and more... It's indifferent. But when I heard it, it gave people an unparalleled convincing power. It seemed that even if the sky fell, he could still hold up half of it.
Before, Ouyang Ru was taking a leisurely walk and walked slowly outside the desolate desert. He looked at the soul-eating scorpions surrounding him with no emotion on his face. But at this moment, he felt something in the spiritual world. When I saw two familiar purple light spots, I immediately rushed towards them. Fortunately, I caught up with them.
Before the sound dissipated, a spinning white flame appeared in their field of vision, moving quickly towards them.
If it were just that, it would be fine. The key is that behind the white flames, there are countless soul-eating scorpions. At first glance, they directly cover an area of more than ten miles, at least more than ten times that of Jiang Yingrong and He Jian. How is this? Huge, what a terrifying number
Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank and her lips parted, sexy and sultry.
Although the soul-eating scorpions were just fierce beasts with no intelligence, she did have an intuition that these ferocious-looking soul-eating scorpions were gnashing their teeth.
Yes, just gnashing his teeth, wanting to gnaw Ouyang Ming clean. Even the Soul-Eating Scorpion beside her stopped attacking. The blood in its eyes was extremely intense. It rattled and made a squeaking sound. Without any hesitation, it just surged away like a tide like Ouyang Ming.
He Jian was also dumbfounded and thought to himself, what on earth did Brother Yu do that is so outrageous? How could these soul-eating scorpions hate him so much
Before this thought could stop, He Jian understood.
The Fire of the Heavenly Phoenix was like a rotating cyclone. As soon as these fierce and death-defying soul-eating scorpions surged forward, they were completely turned into ashes as soon as they touched it. In an instant, hundreds of them died.
Every moment, many Soul-Eating Scorpions were buried in the flames of the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, and extremely fine black lines merged into Ouyang Ming's body. This was the resentment of the Soul-Eating Scorpions. Because of this, with There were more and more Soul-Eating Scorpions behind him.
He Jian looked away expressionlessly, cursing in his heart, what a monster.
Jiang Yingrong bit her red lips, rolled her eyes, and had only one thought in her mind, what kind of flame is this? How...how is it so terrifyingly lethal
Looking at Ouyang Ming was like looking at a monster. The more she got to know him, the more terrifying she felt about him. Like the vast sea or the deep starry sky, there was never a bottom line and what was revealed was always just the tip of the iceberg.
"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming looked calm and said with a smile.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other and saw the helpless look in their eyes. Why did he still look unmoved when they made such a big noise.
The two of them followed Ouyang Ming from a distance, becoming more and more frightened as they walked.
As long as he passes by, all the soul-eating scorpions will immediately abandon their original prey, swing their tail stings, and pounce directly on him.
Looking from a distance, behind him, there were at least millions of soul-eating scorpions, with a fierce aura, and the flame patterns on their bodies were burning.
Jiang Yingrong smiled bitterly, opened her eyes hard, looked at Ouyang Ming's back, and said, "Elder He, tell me, what's going on? This soul-eating scorpion... ugh!"
He Jian gently stroked his beard and sighed with emotion: "Brother Yu, uh, a god, you can't reason with common sense. I have lived for most of my life and have never even heard of this kind of thing. Even if I put it in Daxu In the history of tens of thousands of years, this is the first time. As the saying goes, by the way, all the calculations are in vain. For ordinary people like me, Brother Yu is the secret of heaven. , It’s impossible to calculate.” He glanced at his withered old fingers and shook his head.
Jiang Yingrong's expression remained unchanged, but her heart was in turmoil.
He never expected that He Jian would have such a high opinion of Ouyang Ming. He would describe himself as ordinary, but compare Ouyang Ming to Tianji. This kind of evaluation is already ridiculously high.
At this time, her heart felt like a cat being stirred by a piece of cattail, tingling and itching, and she became more and more curious about Ouyang Ming. She was convinced in her heart that such a person would shine with unparalleled light no matter where he was placed.
Whether in the outside world or in the Great Ruins, they are capable of defeating the current generation.
Of course, Ou Yangming made such a big noise and saved many lucky souls.
Because as long as Ou Yangming passes by, these soul-eating scorpions will inevitably go berserk in an instant, let go of the prey they are attacking, and bite madly at Master Ou in the flames.
"This... this! Is this person again? He caused such a big sensation outside the light curtain before, and now he is like a king in the fire, attracting all the soul-eating scorpions. What's even more terrifying... What's even more terrifying is that as long as the scorpions are swallowed up, As soon as the spirit scorpion came close, it turned into ashes. Who is this person?" A high-level spiritual person who entered the ruins to seek fortune was shocked and his eyes were dull.
He had already fallen into a desperate situation and planned to blow up his Dantian to avoid a life worse than death, but within a moment, Ou Yangming pulled him back from the hell gate.
His eyes flashed, his teeth clenched, and turned into a rainbow, following behind Ouyang Ming.
This is not an exception, it happens every once in a while.
The fingertips of the Burial Sword gently touched Shen Tu, and his body stood tall and straight, like an unsheathed sword, standing proudly.
He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air. The blood sword was pushed out with his movement, creating a wave of sword energy. In an instant, the sword energy spread out like criss-crossing white lights, and all the Soul-Eating Scorpions within a radius of ten feet collapsed.
Zhan Jian held the Shen Tu Sword and sneered: "Huh, it's nothing more than that!" He didn't encounter many Soul-Eating Scorpions, so he didn't take it seriously.
It was dusk at this time, and Zhan Jian looked up at the horizon. The red disk-like sun hung on the horizon, and it seemed that he could reach it just by raising his hand.
Ouyang Ming's figure was reflected in his eyes, and his body was full of fighting spirit. This was the recognition of the strong by the strong.
Suddenly, the yellow sand began to shake regularly, and countless wisps of dust and smoke spread out, covering the sky and the sun.
Looking around, the sky and the earth are vast, everything is covered with yellow sand, and there is a faint black light shining in the yellow sand.
Zhan Jian touched his chin, with a look of deep thought in his eyes. In vain, the dry cries of countless Soul-Eating Scorpions reached his ears. His eyelids twitched and he thought to himself, how many Soul-Eating Scorpions must there be for this voice and this power? There was a faint fear in my heart, and my mental strength was stretched out around me. Just when I was about to scream, the shadow of Ouyang Ming immediately appeared in my mind.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said in horror: "Isn't this impossible?"
Without any hesitation, the powerful spiritual power reached out. After a while, a word came out of his mouth: abnormal.