It looked at its companion's corpse and then at Yang Ling, and then swooped down from it with a roar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The boss is down there, and it needs to use its own blood and courage to kill the little scum in front of it, and prove to the boss that it is the most powerful little brother.

Having already killed one, Yang Ling was obviously also very confident, and he waved the flying sword in his hand and pounced.

A cloud of red light and a black and white light and shadow began a fierce struggle at the top of the pyramid several kilometers high.

The eight hook claws of the red scorpion are like eight soul scythes of death, with a red afterimage of light, piercing the air, covering the entire sky, and a long serrated hook tail, like a ghostly ghost, suddenly penetrates from the void from time to time.

Yang Ling was also fully concerned, killing that one just now should be regarded as a surprise attack on it, and the remaining one was already on guard at this time, under its lifeless bombardment like a flood, Yang Ling couldn't find any chance to pick up the leak at all.

With the support of the meteor battle armor, he is not afraid of the sharp claws and attacks of the Yuan Scorpion, at most, he has to constantly defuse the huge impact generated by the attack, so he can dodge and dodge, and he keeps dealing with it, and the flying sword in Yang Ling's hand also makes the Yuan Scorpion very jealous, and he always does not compete head-on with his flying sword.

For Yang Ling, it had been a long time since he had fought such a fierce battle, and at this time, he gradually forgot that there was a scorpion king beside him who was watching all this expressionlessly, completely forgetful and hearty.

Since the last time he was easily abused by the red Yuan Scorpion to the point that he almost hung up, he has never confronted the red Yuan Scorpion head-on.

He has always had a shadow in his heart, feeling that the red scorpion is invincible.

But at this time, he no longer had any burden in his heart, and he wanted to use the red yuan scorpion to test his realm after breaking through twice in a row.

Two clouds of light and shadow from the top of the tower to knock down the waist of the tower, and from the waist of the tower to the bottom of the tower, accompanied by a fierce battle, the rolling sand and dust were lifted dozens of meters high, like a rolling sandstorm, a red or white light pierced the dust and sand from time to time to penetrate out.

An hour passed.

Yang Ling was already sweating profusely at this time, embarrassed, the flying sword in his hand was far less sharp than at the beginning, and the long-term oppressive battle caused him to be extremely tired, not physically, but mentally, and his divine thoughts were no longer particularly clear, and many times he fought almost instinctively.

The red scorpion seemed to be getting braver and braver, and the anger in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Ling, a reptile, completely angered it.

"Woo~~"

Suddenly, a low roar sounded behind him.

Yang Ling shuddered suddenly, and in his thoughts, the Scorpion King, who was already less than a kilometer away from him, seemed to be very dissatisfied and stomped his foot, and the sand on the ground shook like ripples.

"Oh no~!"

Yang Ling, who was already exhausted, suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the red scorpion on the opposite side suddenly spread its wings and flew up, taking advantage of Yang Ling's stunned moment, its long tail pumped into his chest.

"Bang~!"

A cloud of black and white light and shadow flashed staggered, and Yang Ling was swept out and fell straight to the feet of the Scorpion King.

Although Yang Ling had already controlled the battle armor in the air to adjust his posture, it was still too late, and an inexplicable aura rippled in the air, and it seemed that suddenly, the air became extremely viscous, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and all the movements began to become slowly soaring, even the speed of the fall was as slow as slow motion.

Yang Ling slowly landed, then slowly turned around, and slowly looked up at the mountain-like scorpion king in front of him, eight giant legs supporting its huge body, looking down on him condescendingly.

Yang Ling didn't know how powerful the Spirit Transformation Realm was, but he only knew that this Scorpion King hadn't made a move yet, and he didn't have the ability to resist at all.

Under the gaze of those terrifying eyes that were like volcanic magma, for a moment, Yang Ling felt like a little ant, he couldn't help but feel weak, as if as long as this giant beast sneezed, he would turn into flying ashes.

This is a kind of realm suppression, and there is no trace of resistance from the soul.

The Scorpion King stared at Yang Ling, and then with a flick of his paw, a strange-shaped mining cart flew out of the sand.

The speed of the mining vehicle was very fast, and it smashed in front of Yang Ling with a "boom".

This is like two extremes, in the same shot, there are both slow motion and fast motion, the two pictures are fused together, Yang Ling hasn't even seen it clearly, and after the dust settles, he saw that the distance in front of him less than three meters away from him was the mining truck he was looking for.

He slowly raised his head, and saw a hint of abuse and ridicule in the Scorpion King's eyes.

Yang Ling's fingers moved slightly, and a jar slowly emerged in the air, as if pulling an object out of the void, the lid and body of the jar were squeezed out little by little like squeezing toothpaste, and finally fell completely in front of Yang Ling.

He cracked his mouth and laughed, and pressed the start button casually, and the countdown number on the monitor began to beat violently.

He was less than three meters away from the mining truck, which he never dreamed of, and according to the method discussed with the stick, he would throw it down and run away wildly after starting, and he could run almost 30 kilometers away in 20 seconds with all his strength, basically escaping from the core explosion area of this hydrogen bomb.

Because the stick has calculated, according to the gravity and air density of this planet, the power of this hydrogen bomb after explosion is actually not as terrifying as imagined, and it is estimated that it is about the same as the 70 million tons of hydrogen bomb on the earth, which also gives him some confidence.

Otherwise, the real 1 billion tons of bomb exploded, even if he was given twenty minutes, it was estimated that he would still burp, and the violent heat energy of up to tens of thousands of degrees would catch up with him at the speed of light, and the gods would kneel.

But for now, he decided to take a gamble.

At a distance of three meters, if he sprints with all his strength, it is estimated that it will take three seconds, but the premise is that this scorpion king has to watch him run as an audience, and shake the little red flag to cheer by the way, otherwise he will be finished by blowing a breath.

The countdown number on the jar jumped so fast that it was simply dazzling, and when Yang Ling was thinking about how to make the Scorpion King and his little brother be a quiet and good audience, nearly ten seconds had passed.

But a good thing is that the Scorpion King has been observing Yang Ling's movements, and at this time he is also looking at this strange peanut-sized jar.

Yang Ling's hand slowly raised again, and a ...... Two ...... Three ...... The red fruits of the four Heavenly Star Trees emerged, and then Yang Ling threw them into the sky. (To be continued.) )