The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky are countless.

And at this moment, the same is true of the Spirit Devouring Scorpion in this desert, dense, as many as a cow's hair, with extremely red eyes, and with a rattling tail, it rushed straight at He Jian and Jiang Yingrong. They are extremely angry in their hearts, they want to devour all the outsiders in the barren desert, and the Spirit Devouring Scorpion Mother Emperor cannot be desecrated, even if they are only fierce beasts and have no intelligence, but this kind of thinking has been integrated into their flesh and blood, and it is deeply ingrained.

He Jian's face was solemn, he glanced at Jiang Yingrong, and shouted loudly: "Go all out!"

The sword intent on the body is earth-shattering, with the spirit of the sword, the heart of the point, the sword of the direction. Each sword is magnificent, dignified, and pays attention to frontal crushing, which makes people unavoidable, and there is quite a kind of domineering and awe-inspiring spirit of a sword frost and nineteen states. The sword light shone, but there were too many soul devouring scorpions in the desert, and they kept rushing out of the sand, and the two of them were like entering a whirlpool of soul devouring scorpions, sinking deeper and deeper.

Originally, at the beginning, He Jian only needed to use a sword to get out of trouble. But as time passed, even with the strongest sword, the hope of getting out of trouble became more and more slim.

Because the sand kept sinking, it was full of spirit devouring scorpions, as dense as rain, and could even be described as overwhelming.

One, two, three......

After a stick of incense, the spiritual energy in the dantian of the two of them was consumed, and their bodies were full of fine scars, they didn't know how many Spirit Devouring Scorpions they had killed, at least tens of thousands, but this Spirit Devouring Scorpion not only did not decrease, but more.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged a look, and they both saw the bitterness in their eyes.

He Jian's fingers volleyed a little in the air, and the sweat roared softly, and in vain a large circle shook up and down, and the sword light overflowed, enveloping forward.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Shopkeeper Jiang, I desperately cut out a sword, whether I can't escape depends on your creation!" At this time, he had no fear in his heart, only a trace of unwillingness. He has already made up the foundation, and he already has the capital to impact the Venerable, but dying in such a place is not worth it, it is too unworthy. But if he watched Jiang Yingrong die in front of him, he couldn't do it.

How can I say it, he has faith, persistence, and a breath in his chest, otherwise, the sword in his hand would not be so sharp, and it would be impossible for his cultivation to reach this point.

Jiang Yingrong's face changed, and she smiled bitterly: "Elder He, you are the guardian elder, you want to go together!" She said this sincerely, she knew that He Jian's cultivation was stronger than herself, and it was not even a star and a half, although they were all the pinnacle of spirits, but the gap between them was like a whole sky.

He Jian shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were all huddled together, he was silent for a while, and said dryly: "Help me...... Help me take care of Xiaolan!"

As soon as the words fell, the potential in his body exploded, turning into spiritual power and burning, and a sense of inclusivity burst out from him, rolling the void. The sword intent that pervaded him was incomparably sharp, as if it could pierce the sky and cut through the sky. At this moment, He Jian is a fairy sword, entangled in the holy intent of the immortal machine, which can shatter everything in the world.

That's flirtatious!

Just the sword intent has the power of ghosts and gods that is difficult to fathom.

And at this time, a sound of breaking the sky echoed, and Ou Yangming's voice came from the sky, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "I'll take you out." "The voice is not loud, except for firmness, more indifference. But when he heard it, it gave people an incomparable convincing power, as if even if the sky fell, he could carry half of it.

Before, Ouyang Ru walked leisurely and walked towards the outside of the barren desert without hurrying, looking at the Spirit Devouring Scorpion around him, his face was not wavering, but at this moment, he felt two familiar purple points of light in the spiritual world, and immediately galloped over, fortunately, he caught up.

Before the sound dissipated, a swirling white flame appeared in the field of vision of the two of them, moving quickly towards them.

If it's just like this, the key is that behind the white flames, followed by countless spirit devouring scorpions, at first glance, it directly covers a range of more than ten miles, at least more than ten times that of Jiang Yingrong and He Jian's side, what a huge and terrifying number?

Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank, her lips separated, sexy and sultry.

Although the Soul Eater Scorpion was just a fierce beast and had no intelligence, she did have a gut feeling that these hideous-looking Spirit Eaters were gritting their teeth.

Yes, he just gritted his teeth, eager to gnaw Ou Yangming cleanly. Even the Spirit Devouring Scorpion beside her stopped attacking, the blood in her eyes was already extremely thick, and it made a squeaky sound with its tail rattling, without a little hesitation, like a tide like Ou Yangming.

He Jian was also dumbfounded, and secretly said in his heart, what did Brother Yu do to anger and resent, how could these Spirit Devouring Scorpions hate him so much?

Before this thought stopped, He Jian understood.

The Heavenly Phoenix Fire was a spinning cyclone, and these death-defying Spirit Devouring Scorpions surged up, and as soon as they touched it, they completely turned into ashes, and in an instant, hundreds of them died.

Every moment, there were many Spirit Devouring Scorpions buried on the flames of the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, and a trace of extremely fine black lines merged into Ou Yangming's body, this was the resentment of the Spirit Devouring Scorpion, and because of this, there were more and more Spirit Devouring Scorpions following him.

He Jian looked away without looking at it, and said in his heart, what a demon.

Jiang Yingrong bit her red lip lightly, her eyes rolled around, and there was only one thought left in her heart, what kind of flame is this......? How can it have such terrifying lethality?

Looking at Ou Yangming's gaze was like looking at a monster, the more she knew, the more she felt that this person was terrifying, like the vast sea, the deep starry sky, there was never a bottom line, and what was revealed was always the tip of the iceberg.

"Let's go!" Ou Yangming's expression was flat and he said with a smile.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong glanced at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in their eyes, making such a big movement, why did he still look unmoved.

The two followed behind Ou Yangming from a distance, and the more they walked, the more frightened they became.

As soon as he passed all the way, all the Spirit Devouring Scorpions would immediately abandon their original prey, shake their tail spikes, and pounce directly on him.

From a distance, behind him, there were at least millions of Spirit Devouring Scorpions, awe-inspiring, and the flame patterns on their bodies were burning.

Jiang Yingrong smiled bitterly, opened her eyes wide, looked at Ou Yangming's back, and said, "Elder He, you say, what's going on, this Spirit Devouring Scorpion...... Alas!"

He Jian stroked his beard lightly, and sighed with emotion: "Brother Yu, uh, a god, you can't guess with common sense. I've lived most of my life, and I've never even heard of it. Even if it is placed on the tens of thousands of years of history of the Great Ruin, it is the first time in the world. There is a saying, by the way, all hearts act in vain, and make calculations. For a layman like me, Brother Yu is a heavenly opportunity, and he can't be calculated. He glanced at his withered old fingers and shook his head.

Jiang Yingrong's face remained unchanged, but her heart was already overturned.

He never thought that He Jian's evaluation of Ou Yangming would be so high, he said that he was mortal, but he compared Ou Yangming to a heavenly machine. This kind of evaluation is already ridiculously high.

At this time, her heart was like a cat being teased by a cat's tail grass, crispy, itchy, and she became more and more curious about Ou Yangming. She is sure in her heart that this kind of person, no matter where she puts it, will shine with an incomparable light.

Whether it is in the outside world or in Daxu, it has the ability to overwhelm the contemporary.

Of course, Ou Yangming made such a big move, and many lucky spirits were also saved.

Because as long as Ou Yangming passed by, these Spirit Devouring Scorpions would inevitably go berserk in an instant, letting go of the prey they were attacking, and frantically biting towards Master Ou in the flames.

"This ...... This person had caused such a big sensation outside the light curtain before, and now it was even more terrifying like the king of fire, luring all the soul devouring scorpions over...... What's even more terrifying is that as soon as the Spirit Devouring Scorpion gets close, it will turn to ashes, this, who is this person?" A high-level spirit who entered the ruins to seek creation was stunned and his eyes glazed.

He was already in a desperate situation, planning to blow up his dantian, lest life be worse than death, but in just a moment, he was pulled back from the ghost gate by Ou Yangming.

His eyes flashed, his teeth gritted, and he turned into a long rainbow and followed behind Ou Yangming.

This is not a special case, it happens every once in a while.

The fingertips of the funeral sword gently caressed the gods, and his posture was upright, like a long sword out of the sheath, standing proudly.

He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air, and the blood sword pushed out with his movements, drawing a wave of sword qi. In an instant, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like staggered white rays, and all the Spirit Devouring Scorpions within a radius of ten zhang collapsed.

The Burial Sword pinched the Divine Sword and sneered, "Hmph, that's it!" The number of Spirit Devouring Scorpions he encountered was not large, so he didn't take it to heart.

At this time, it was dusk, and the burial sword looked up at the sky, and the red sun like a disc hung in the sky, as if it could be obtained by raising his hand.

Ou Yangming's figure was reflected in his eyes, and there was a sense of war on his body, which was the recognition of the strong to the strong.

Suddenly, the yellow sand shook regularly, and countless wisps of dust and smoke spread out, obscuring the sky and the sun.

As far as the eye can see, the heavens and the earth are vast, everything is covered by yellow sand, and a black glow is faintly visible in the yellow sand.

The burial sword touched his chin, and there was a deep groan in his eyes. In vain, the dry cries of countless Spirit Devouring Scorpions reached his ears, his eyelids jumped, and he secretly said in his heart, how many Spirit Devouring Scorpions must be in this voice, this might? There was a faint fear in his heart, and his spiritual power probed around, and when he was about to be about to blow the wind, the shadow of Ou Yangming immediately appeared in his mind.

He took a continuous breath of cool air, his mouth apart, and said in horror: "This, it's impossible, right?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the powerful spiritual power reached out, and after a while, a word came out of his mouth: perverted.