The Qingyun Sect's disciple's face turned pale and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, obviously he was already frightened stupid.

The half leg stepped on the flying sword, still maintaining the previous speed, and kept speeding into the distance.

Looking at that posture, if the spiritual power of the magic sword is not exhausted, it will fly down endlessly.

It wasn't until the magic sword disappeared from the sight of the Qingyunmen disciples that he finally came to his senses, waving his arms as if he was crazy, and crying loudly.

"Come back...... My legs...... Don't you run...... Come back to me......"

If God gave him another chance, he would definitely not be as careless as he was just now.

But how can there be regrets in the world, in his unwilling screams, only the remaining half of his upper body was ruthlessly strangled by the cracks between the accusations, and finally turned into a puddle of minced meat residue.

After a few moments, the spatial rift closed again, returning to a translucent state.

For a moment, the place was silent, as if waiting for the arrival of the next unlucky ghost.

………

At the same time, on a meadow thirty miles away, a Nether Sect disciple was hurrying away.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air from behind.

He was startled and hurriedly turned his head to look.

As a result, everything that came into view of him made him instantly confused.

I saw a pair of bloody broken legs, stepping on the flying sword, flashing past him with extreme speed, pulling up a long blood mist in mid-air, and continuing to fly out into the distance.

………

Somewhere in a dense forest.

Song Zhe sat on a huge rock with a glittering scimitar in his hand, covered in scars and panting.

Near him, blood flowed all over the ground, and in addition to a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect who had been dead for a long time, there were several hideous-looking demon beasts lying on the ground.

These monsters resemble scorpions, but they are the size of ordinary domestic cats, covered in hard green armor covered with stripes, and the protrusions on their backs form curved tail hooks, glowing with blue poison.

"Made! This place is really as dangerous as the legend, the greenback scorpion, a species that has long been extinct, will actually appear, fortunately I teamed up with Senior Brother Chen, otherwise, Lao Tzu would have completely finished playing today. ”

Song Zhe looked frightened, looked at the dead corpse on the ground, swallowed his saliva and said:

"Senior Brother Chen, anyway, you have already gone to the underworld to report, brother in line with the principle of not wasting it, I will laugh at your storage bag."

As he spoke, the look of greed flashed in his eyes, and he stood up, came to the corpse, stretched out his hand and groped unceremoniously.

"Found it!"

Song Zhe held up a storage bag, his face was full of excitement, his eyes were fat, and he smiled cheaply:

"Senior Brother Chen, I remember that you also have a Taoist companion, it seems to be called Xiaocui...... Gee...... You are really blessed, the little emerald is like a flower like jade, the white rabbit is huge, I have been greedy for a long time...... You can return to the west with peace of mind, Xiaocui, I will take care of you, and I will never let her be lonely at night...... Hey, hey, hey. ”

As he spoke, Song Zhe couldn't help but smirk.

Suddenly, there was a "poof" sound.

The smile on Song Zhe's face instantly froze, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

And his originally ruddy face was already covered with a layer of black gas.

A vicious scorpion slowly pulled the tail hook out of Song Zhe's back, and then showed a mouth full of sharp fangs, and frantically tore his corpse.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The trees in the forest suddenly shook violently, and a large group of the same scorpions crawled out, rushing to Song Zhe's corpse, densely packed, completely submerging him in it.

………

By a small stream, a disciple of the Danding faction was holding his hands and controlling Xiao Ding to attack the black strange fish in the water.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every time Xiao Ding falls, it will definitely smash a strange fish into a bloody mist and turn it into a puddle of meat sauce.

In just a moment's effort, the originally clear stream had already been bleeding and exuding a pungent fishy smell.

"Hahaha...... The grass is paralyzed collectively, I Zhu Dachang want to cross this stream, you group of funny little scum fish dare to stop it, it's like a grasshopper shaking a tree, I don't know whether to live or die! ”

Zhu Dachang's eyebrows fluttered, looking at the strange fish that jumped out of the water from time to time in the river, and laughed loudly.

As the saying goes, pretend to be struck by lightning!

Seeing the opportunity, a strange fish suddenly catapulted out of the water, opened its mouth, revealing rows of broken teeth, and bit Zhu Dachang's crotch violently.

Suddenly, blood flew out, and chickens flew eggs!

"Whew...... Wow oh oh ......"

Zhu Dachang jumped on the spot, only to feel a heart-rending pain in his crotch, and hurriedly screamed and begged for mercy:

"Don't bite! It's mine**! Relent! My ** is going to explode! ”

But where did these strange fish understand his words, and smell the smell of blood emanating from his crotch, they became even more excited.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

One after another, the strange fish jumped out of the water, like sharp arrows, and all rushed towards Zhu Dachang's crotch with a whistling sound.

Because they keenly felt that Zhu Dachang's crotch had the strongest smell of blood.

The sound of "poof" was loud.

Under the fierce bite of these strange fish, bursts of blood mist erupted in Zhu Dachang's crotch, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Ten minutes later.

Zhu Dachang's body was crawling with a layer of strange fish, and after letting out an unwilling scream, he went straight to the street!

………

Ancient ruins, in the outer area, under a towering tree.

At this moment, Ma Xiaorong was standing under the tree, standing on tiptoe, a pair of peach blossom eyes turning slightly, observing something around from time to time.

Suddenly, not far away, a middle-aged strong man with a pockmarked face appeared in her sight.

Looking at the dress of this pock-faced strong man, it is a disciple of Qingyunmen.

"Oops......"

Ma Xiaorong suddenly screamed in pain, covered her ankles with both hands, and sat on the ground.

When the Qingmen disciple in the distance heard the movement, he immediately stopped, looked at this side for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his feet and walked over.

"Senior Brother Qingyunmen...... Oh...... It hurts...... Can you help me......"

Ma Xiaorong saw the other party coming over, her eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and at the same time, a trace of moaning sounded from her mouth.

"It turned out to be the junior sister of the Zhengyi Sect, what's wrong with you? Where did it hurt? ”

The pock-faced strong man asked in surprise, and at the same time his eyes swept to Ma Xiaorong, with white skin and beautiful face, huge chest, and a charming face, he couldn't help but flash with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Uh-huh......"

Ma Xiaorong let out a painful snort, full of extreme temptation, and said with tears in her eyes: "Senior brother, my foot is broken...... It hurts...... I can't walk anymore, can you help me get some medicine and a massage? ”

When the pock-faced strong man heard this, he did not move, and a trace of vigilance rose slightly in his heart.

But when he looked at Ma Xiaorong carefully, he found that the other party was just a great consummation cultivator, and he thought that he was a great master of the Thunder Tribulation, and he immediately relieved himself.

"It seems that I am too worried, there are no traps here at all, this place is barren mountains and mountains, this little lady broke her ankle again, let me rub it...... Hey, hey, this lonely .......... ”

The pock-faced strong man thought about it for a while, and hurriedly shook his body and shouted: "Senior sister, don't worry, there is a good bone-setting wine here for my brother, and with my stroking technique, I am sure that I can cure your feet." ”

(End of chapter)