Chapter 448 Eight-Eyed Crimson Poisonous Scorpion
"Good boy! You still want to swallow the barren stone!"
Sensing his sharp eyes, Yan Rui hurriedly took a few steps back and became vigilant.
Yang Qingxuan's move of Liuyang Palm just now shocked their brothers and sisters a lot, and after a big battle, they were exhausted and had to be careful.
The two immediately stood in a line, facing Yang Qingxuan.
However, the two were not too worried. After all, with two-on-one, Yang Qingxuan's youthful appearance and one arm, they didn't think they would lose.
Yang Qingxuan grinned and said, "Actually, I really hope that you guys will break the appointment, so that I have an excuse to take the wild stone directly. Very good, you really didn't disappoint me."
With a flash of his figure, he punched him.
Under the loud bang, countless air blasts exploded, violent sand surged up, and the wind of fists was so strong that they directly covered both of them.
"Arrogance! One-armed man dares to speak wild words!"
Cao Yu was furious, his arms shook, and the spiritual energy around him was sucked in wildly, forming a ring on his fist, and punched Yang Qingxuan.
"Boom!"
The two fists collided, and the true energy was directly exploded layer by layer, and the two fists collided together.
With a "bang", all the bones of Cao Yu's fist were shattered, and the terrifying fist wind was like a tornado, crushing all the muscles and bones of his entire arm, and he spurted a mouthful of blood before flying upside down.
Yang Qingxuan just froze in the air, and then flew down on the spot, his body surged with qi, pushed the yellow sand away, looked ahead coldly, and said: "Now you are also a one-armed man, tsk tsk, 800,000 The pinnacle stone is gone."
Yan Rui spread his five fingers, like a tiger crouching on the yellow sand, and was about to take advantage of the fierce battle between Yang Qingxuan and Cao Yu, looking for a gap to rush up and attack Yang Qingxuan, giving Yang Qingxuan a fatal blow.
Unexpectedly, once the two fought against each other, the winner would be decided immediately.
Suddenly dumbfounded, his face was dull.
Cao Yu stood up from the yellow sand, spat out a big mouthful of blood again, and said with resentment on his face, "Senior brother, he is at the Marrow Changing Realm! He is a body cultivator, at the late stage of Marrow Changing Realm!"
After finishing speaking in one breath, his breath fell to the extreme, and he fell to the ground.
"Gulu."
Yan Rui swallowed hard, full of regret and despair.
Body cultivators can usually crush soul cultivators of the same level, and the opponent's aura is fierce. The two of us, Cao Yu, can no longer fight, and his physical fitness is extremely low, so he is not an opponent at all.
"I'll give you the wild stone, let us go, otherwise we'll blow ourselves up, and it won't make you feel better."
Yan Rui took out the wild stone, with awe and fear in his eyes, and said half begging and half threatening.
Generally, in the current situation, there are too many people who kill people and sell goods.
After all, the ancient battlefield was too cruel, and spirit stones were the only resource to survive. To survive, one had to resort to all means.
Perhaps, this is also the significance of the ancient battlefield trials.
As soon as Yang Qingxuan caught it in the air, the barren stone was captured and said: "Let's go."
As he said that, he turned around and left. With a flicker of his figure, he was a hundred feet away and disappeared in front of him as a stream of light.
Both Yan Rui and Cao Yu were stunned for a while, they didn't expect that the other party would actually leave like this. If they were granted amnesty, they didn't dare to stay any longer, and with each other's support, they headed towards Xutian City.
For a long time to come, both of them could only hang out in the second district.
In the ancient battlefield of Xutian, once one is injured and loses the spirit stone, it becomes a very serious matter. I can only do some low-level tasks while recuperating, slowly accumulating spirit stones.
After Yang Qingxuan took the barren stone, he continued to run towards the intersection of the third and fourth districts.
According to the information on the Jade Slip, Qing Yunzhi grows in the northeast of the third area, where there is a huge wasteland, where many low plants grow, and there is a tree called sun crown.
This kind of tree grows by absorbing sunlight, is two or three feet high, and is white all over. After death, it turns into a piece of dead wood, stands on the wasteland, and after a hundred years of sunlight, there is a chance that Qingyunzhi will grow.
Yang Qingxuan was walking in the desert when suddenly an inexplicable danger came, and it was extremely scary and real, as if death was about to come suddenly.
This is the martial artist's instinctive prediction of unknown dangers, and he was so frightened that his true energy exploded to the extreme in an instant, and he shot desperately into the sky.
"boom!"
A deep hole was directly blasted out on the sand by the huge ejection force, and Yang Qingxuan's afterimage was still clearly left on the ground, cut in half by a red light.
Thousands of feet away, Yang Qingxuan looked down at the earth, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.
Behind him where he was standing just now, a mound-like mound of soil arched, on which hung a tail like a steel chain, which was slowly being rolled up into a circle.
"Gulu! Eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion!"
Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath, the four pairs of eyes exposed outside the small hill, shining with strange red lights, were none other than the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion of Yuanwu Dashen!
He clenched his fists and stared at the four pairs of eyes with a livid face.
The eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion slowly crawled out of the small hill, revealing its huge body, its tail curled and retracted, and it was flamboyant in the air, obviously provoking Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan smiled dumbly, and cursed: "The beast also knows how to provoke people."
There was a strange light in his eyes, and he licked his lips, feeling slightly excited.
In the realm of the Great Perfection of Yuanwu, the wild pill is worth 80,000 middle-grade spirit stones, and if the limbs and venom of the whole body are well preserved, they can also be sold for 40,000 to 50,000.
At this moment, in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion was no longer a desolate beast, but more than a hundred thousand spirit stones.
"The Lingshi came to the door by itself, there is no reason not to want it!"
Yang Qingxuan took out the Nanming Lihuo sword, and slashed down in the air.
As soon as the steel tail of the crimson poisonous scorpion rolled up, it shot out, shooting out countless red lights with a "chi chi chi chi", which was so fast that it almost disappeared without a trace.
"what?"
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. After those red glows disappeared in the air, they appeared around him the next moment, coming from all directions.
"Bang bang!—"
A series of sword lights shot out, forming a sword net all around, blocking all the red light.
But the next moment, a greater danger came.
Yang Qingxuan only felt a huge shadow appearing behind him. The crimson poisonous scorpion that was originally on the sand ran behind him at some point, and its huge pincers cut it wildly.
The desolate air in the sky turned into a vortex with a diameter of ten feet under the pliers, covering Yang Qingxuan completely.
"boom!"
Yang Qingxuan held the sword horizontally in front of his body, blocked the blow of the giant pincers, and was caught by the huge pincers. The violent barrenness raged on his body, like countless wind blades, constantly strangling his body.
Yang Qingxuan pulled out the sword vigorously, but found that it was tightly clamped by the pliers and could not be pulled out at all.
And the eight eyes of the poisonous scorpion were shining with fierce light, and the other pincer was also raised high, cutting towards his small body.