"Ah-"
The shrill scream pierced through the long river and the setting sun, startling many poisonous insects, snakes and ants.
The insects and ants that crawled out of the desert were not afraid of the sound, but instead swarmed towards the place where the sound was located with great excitement.
Under the setting sun, a discomfited figure holds an epee and cuts a trail of blood while weeping. On his face covered with dust, two clearly visible tear stains flow down his face, and the face under the tear stains is black and swollen.
Behind her were countless black devouring scorpions, mixed with some desert poisonous snakes that fished in troubled waters, swarming in.
Suddenly, a black devouring scorpion flicked its long tail, and the fleeing person in front was swept away by the powerful scorpion tail, and was ruthlessly carried down on the desert. The spurted blood splashed on the sand, leaving a blood-red trace.
Seeing that those black devouring scorpions were about to rush over and devour the people on the ground, a long whip rolled up the people on the ground.
The person who was rolled up weakly glanced at the person flying with the sword in the sky, tilted his head, and was about to indulge himself into a coma, but heard a hissing sound, lowered his head suddenly, and found the black beasts swarming towards them below. The scorpions, those black devouring scorpions were stacked on top of each other, jumping into the air persistently, and opened their huge mouthparts towards her.
Su Molan shivered involuntarily, fully awake, her body dangling in mid-air, while avoiding those jumping black devouring scorpions, she screamed: "Fly higher, they jumped up... ahh, I'm about to get bitten on the foot..."
Wen Qiao was flying with his sword, and the desert-specific hot wind rushed towards his face. He shook the stone golden python whip casually, and said, "Now is the time to exercise your evasion ability, come on! If your feet are eaten by them, you will also die!" Don't worry, my husband will refine the panacea for regeneration of severed limbs, and you will grow new ones within a day."
God damn grow new ones!
Su Molan burst into tears and wanted to be rude, but also pay attention to those black devouring scorpions below, the tears flowed even more fiercely.
"If you cry again, I will throw you down!" Wen Qiao warned.
Su Molan choked up and held back her tears without doubting her words at all.
Ever since Wen Qiao agreed to take her with her, Su Molan began to experience devilish training, and the original intention of this training was just to correct her crying temper.
Su Molan cried until she was almost blind.
Because the more dangerous she was, the harder she cried, and the more terrifying the fighting power she erupted, fighting her way through the black scorpion's nest.
Wen Qiao thinks that this woman can cry and kill a bloody road, which is quite powerful, which shows that her potential is extremely high. It seems that they were all deceived by her weak and innocent appearance before, thinking that she was a useless crying bag. In fact, in the midst of danger, she could actually evolve into a crazy girl.
If she hadn't been carrying the map of twenty-eight mansions and four phenomena, and was the sweet pastry of Xingxiu Continent, Wen Qiao felt that she could be absorbed into Qianlin.
Although it can't be absorbed, it's okay to toss around at this stage.
Wen Qiao flew forward with her sword, and the spirit sword dragged out a flash of light, and she returned to the camp with Su Molan, whose eyes were swollen from crying.
The so-called camp is actually a small bag of soil submerged by wind and sand.
It is strange that a small soil bag suddenly appeared in the desert. Fortunately, the color of this small soil bag is similar to the surrounding yellow sand, and then sprinkle some yellow sand on it to form a sand dune, which is integrated with the desert and is not noticeable. .
Wen Qiao landed in front of the earth bag, and a door appeared in that round earth bag instantly, Wen Qiao dragged people in.
Although the space in the soil bag is not too big, it is not too small either. Simply arranged, it can be used as a temporary shelter.
During the day, Wen Qiao took Su Molan out to fight, while Ning Yuzhou stayed in the small bag to make alchemy and weapons, and Wen Gungun took the initiative to stay and guard him - it was great not to have to go out to the wind and sun.
"Husband, we are back."
Wen Qiao put away the stone-gold python whip and wrapped it around her waist, which looked like a stone-gold belt, with both ends sliding down the skirt, pinching out a slender waist.
Su Molan, who was dragged back by the stone golden python like a dead dog, lay on the ground with his dead body.
Ning Yuzhou smiled at her, his eyes fell on the woman with the black and swollen face on the ground, and then turned his eyes away flutteringly.
A good and weak little white flower turned into a black-faced and swollen strong woman, Ning Yuzhou suddenly felt that their grandma's ability to push flowers with hot hands was very strong.
The air was filled with the aroma of food, and Su Molan, who was still dead, got up in a rush.
Wen Tutu and Wen Gungun who were surrounded by the fire turned their heads to look at her, seeing her face swollen into a pig's head, just like Brother Ning, they quickly looked away.
It's ugly!
Su Molan, who didn't think she was ugly at all, sat obediently in a row with the two monsters, staring at the spirit fruit soup in the pot, and the delicious roast suckling pig roasted on the fire.
Running to the desert to roast suckling pig, this behavior is sick no matter how you look at it!
But there is no doubt that after experiencing the devilish battle, smelling the smell of this delicious food, there is a feeling of being healed.
Sure enough, delicious food can always bring people a sense of happiness, which is why some practitioners choose to become spiritual chefs.
No matter how you enter the Tao, as long as you can succeed in cultivation, it is worthy of recognition.
Eat two mouthfuls of delicious roasted suckling pig, and then drink a mouthful of delicious and light spirit fruit soup, with a combination of meat and vegetables, not greasy at all.
The people and monsters in the soil bag quickly finished the roast suckling pig and a large pot of spiritual fruit soup that Ning Yuzhou had worked hard for half a day, and spread their corpses there happily.
Among them, Wen Qiao and Su Molan ate the most.
As the chef, Ning Yuzhou just ate a few casual bites, and shared the rest with them.
Wen Tutu and Wen Gungun were very unhappy, so forget about Sister Wen, after all physical training needs to be refined from food, but what happened to Su Molan
At first I thought it was a weak crybaby, but I didn't expect it to be a big eater, and I obviously depended on them to eat and drink.
Su Molan felt that she was wronged, "I can't help it. The Su Xinggu technique I practice requires constant replenishment of spiritual power, especially since I have been fighting all the time recently."
She rubbed her belly and said with a pitiful face, "In the past at the Xiao family, I could only improve my cultivation, but I couldn't accumulate combat experience. If those people saw it, they would think I had a different intention..."
Wen Tutu jumped onto the table and hissed loudly at her: You can swallow the panacea, what's the point of grabbing brother Ning's food with them
Su Molan couldn't understand their protest and ignored it.
Wen Qiao said: "Your Su's "Explosive Sword Art" is quite interesting, but it's a pity that you failed to fully use its power."
The name of this sword technique is easy to understand. It only needs to absorb enough spiritual power to erupt with terrifying combat power, and it can even be challenged by leaps and bounds. It sounds very incredible.
Rao is Ning Yuzhou who has the inheritance. After seeing the Su family's "Blast Spirit Sword Art", he also felt the whimsy of the Su family ancestors who created this set of sword skills. He even thought of using the blast spirit method to improve the combat effectiveness . Generally, this short-term method of improving combat power will have sequelae, but the ancestors of Sujia also created a self-healing mental method. As long as you cooperate with the mental method to practice, you can heal yourself while exploding...
Sounds incredible, doesn't it
Wen Qiao felt that Su Molan was very lucky. As long as she could break free from the shackles, she would definitely become a top cultivator on the mainland in the future with the skills and background of the Su family she inherited.
It's a pity that her fate was doomed since she was born, and she couldn't be allowed to use the "Exploding Spirit Sword Art".
If she hadn't met Wen Qiao and the others this time, and Wen Qiao had thrown her into the black devouring scorpion's lair ruthlessly—although the original purpose was to correct her temperament, it was also an excellent opportunity to exercise, and finally she was able to exercise "Burst" Spiritual Sword Technique".
Su Molan said quietly, "When I reached the age of cultivation, they asked me to practice the "Burst Spirit Sword Art". After all, I am the last blood of the Su family, so naturally I can only practice the skills of the Su family. But they don't I hope I can really display the full power of "Blast Spirit Sword Art"... "
People in the whole continent are staring at the only descendant of the Su family. Although she is exposed to others, it is also beneficial. At least no one dares to openly attack Su Xinggu and her ideas. All kinds of dirty thoughts and behaviors are somewhat covered up. Some.
It is also because of this that she can successfully cultivate to the Yuanling Realm.
However, that's all. Being able to practice Sujia's skills doesn't mean that she can practice well. There will always be people who hope that she has nothing to do but has no fighting power, so that she can be controlled.
Wen Qiao patted her on the shoulder sympathetically, and encouraged: "It's okay, there are still a lot of black devouring scorpions outside, let's replace one litter after killing one."
Su Molan didn't want to speak for a moment.
Her face was swollen and painful. It was stung by the black devouring scorpion. The sting of the black devouring scorpion is extremely poisonous. Although Wen Qiao took the detoxification pill in time, it still left sequelae and it took a while to recover , so her face can only be swollen.
Not only her face, but also other parts of her body were swollen. It is estimated that those who knew her would not recognize her now.
When Su Molan began to meditate and recover, Wen Qiao and Ning Yuzhou sat together and talked.
In order to break Zhengsu Molan's crying character and at the same time improve her combat effectiveness so as not to hold them back, Wen Qiao and Ning Yuzhou decided to camp near the black devouring scorpion's lair after discussing it.
Other practitioners probably would not dare to do this, but it's nothing to them.
First of all, Ning Yuzhou can set up protective formations and phantom formations. As long as he doesn't encounter sand lizards, it's no problem to fool those sapless black devouring scorpions. Secondly, Wen Gungun's earth eggshell has excellent defensive power, as long as the eggshell is erected, it will not be afraid of the attack of the black devouring scorpion.
Covered by yellow sand, there is no need to worry about being discovered by passing practitioners.
Wen Qiao said: "Husband, Su Molan said that there is a black wind blowing in the Black Wind Desert for more than half of the time every year. Whenever the black wind blows, the life in the Black Wind Desert will be wiped out, and practitioners cannot resist the power of the black wind. Leave before the black wind blows."
The Black Wind Desert is located in the middle of the Pleiades Continent. This desert is called the Black Wind Desert because of the prevailing black wind.
Whenever the black wind recedes, floating islands will appear in the Black Wind Desert. When these floating islands appear, they are accompanied by rainbow light. The rainbow light is a barrier to protect the floating islands from the influence of the Black Wind Desert, but it does not prevent cultivation Those who go in.
Floating islands appear randomly. If you are lucky, you can encounter them. If you are not lucky, it is difficult to encounter them.
Even so, it still attracts many cultivators to come in. Because there are many spiritual plants and spiritual grasses on this floating island, and they all appear randomly, they are rarely patronized by cultivators. The resources inside are so rich that cultivators fanaticism.
However, the Black Wind Desert is very large, and there are many dangers in this desert. The most dangerous one is the sand lizard. If you encounter a sand lizard unfortunately, most practitioners will only have a dead end. Although the black wind disappears for half a year every year, this half year is not enough for practitioners to go deep into the depths of the black wind desert.
Wen Qiao guessed that the ancient teleportation array should be located deep in the Black Wind Desert.
So after they left the vicinity of the teleportation array, they traveled for three months before finally meeting Su Molan and the others.
Ning Yuzhou made some calculations and said, "There are still two months left before the black wind rises again. It seems that we are leaving."
"Yes, Su Molan also mentioned it today."
Wen Qiao felt that Su Molan specifically reminded her because she didn't want to be thrown into the black scorpion's lair again. Seeing the black and swollen face stung by the black scorpion was quite pitiful.
"That's fine, let's leave tomorrow." Ning Yuzhou also felt that it was time to leave.
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The next day, Wen Qiao said to the swollen-faced Su Molan, "We're not going to fight the Black Devouring Scorpion today."
"Where are you going?" Su Molan asked in surprise.
"Of course it is to leave the Black Wind Desert." Wen Qiao said as a matter of course, "Aren't you afraid that you don't have enough time to leave in time?"
Su Molan's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "That's right, then let's leave quickly—hiss!"
He spoke too hastily, and the muscles on his face were pulled, and he couldn't help hissing in pain, and tears flowed down again.
After packing up their things, they picked a direction and rushed out of the Black Wind Desert.
While on the road, Wen Qiao still didn't give up on Zhengsu Molan's crybaby character, whenever she encountered a swarm of black devouring scorpions, she kicked her down, watching her explode and beat monsters, and then get stung by monsters.
It was also because of this that Su Molan's face never recovered, and she could only bear a dark and swollen face.
After a few days, they met a group of practitioners.
This group of cultivators are all young men and women. Judging from their clothes and decorations, they should be disciples from different sects.
Seeing the three of Wen Qiao, one of the baby-faced male cultivators greeted them friendly.
"Three friends, you also went into the Black Wind Desert to look for floating islands? How many floating islands did you encounter?"
Wen Qiao glanced at them. Among this group of people, the man with the highest cultivation level was a male cultivator at the Yuanzong Realm, and the others were all at the Yuanmai Realm, Yuankong Realm and Yuanling Realm, with different cultivation levels.
Well, she and Su Molan can beat them until they cry, don't panic.
Ning Yuzhou replied softly: "Exactly, but unfortunately we are unlucky, and we haven't seen the floating island until now."
As he spoke, a look of disappointment naturally appeared on his face.
His appearance is handsome, his temperament is dignified, and his smile is warm, which can easily make people feel kind. Coupled with the natural and genuine disappointment on his face, people can't help but believe his words, and feel that the luck of these three people is terrible. It's not good.
Look at the other two, one with a cold face and one with a swollen face...
At first glance, it looks like an unlucky combination, which is really sympathetic.
Ning Yuzhou took the opportunity to chat with this group of people, and learned about their origins, the disciple of Hexin Sect and Zhenwu Sect, the Yuan Zongjing practitioner was the big disciple of Zhenwu Sect—Jiao Junhao, and the baby-faced person who greeted him was Ai Jue , is Jiao Junhao's junior brother.
Ning Yuzhou said: "We are all casual cultivators. In Xia Ning Yuzhou, this is Junior Sister Wen Qiao, and this is Junior Sister's friend Lan Susu."
Su Molan's body tensed up, her eyes stared straight ahead, worried that she would be recognized by this group of people.
Fortunately, these people did not recognize her, which made her secretly relieved, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her black and swollen face. Naturally, she grinned in pain, with no image at all.
Seeing some sympathy in the eyes of her disciples from the two sects.
This face... is really completely ruined, it's still a female cultivator, and this female cultivator probably doesn't look very good either.
"Sister Lan, your face... hurts, right?" A female cultivator from the Hexin Sect asked, with an innocent look on her face, but an undisguised sneer in her eyes.
Su Molan sullenly said nothing.
A female cultivator next to her said sympathetically, "Miss Lan, why did you make your face like this? Is it the poison of the black devouring scorpion?"
Su Molan nodded silently.
After hearing this, other cultivators said one after another: "The poison of the black scorpion is really powerful. I heard that if it is not treated in time, it may disfigure..."
Judging by her appearance, she has been poisoned for a long time, and she hasn't been cured yet, and I'm afraid it can't be cured. The poison of the black devouring scorpion cannot be cured by ordinary detoxification pills. Most of the female cultivators cherish their appearance and will never fight against the black devouring scorpion.
What a pity!