Chapter 450 Awakening of Insects

A sand lurker seven or eight feet tall stood on the sand dune like this, his tall body cast a huge shadow, and his sunken eyes burst out with a ferocity that only barren beasts had.

In the surrounding sandy land, some weak wild beasts were all sensed and ran away in fright.

Hua Jieyu was too shocked to speak, and stammered: "This, this..."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, and said: "Exactly, seventy-two transformations. It is reasonable to refine blood essence before performing transformations. But the sand lurker is composed entirely of sand grains, and there is no blood in the body. Just suppressed the barrenness At that time, I suddenly thought that refining the barren stone might also change it, and I tried it, and it really works."

"Gulu."

Hua Jieyu stared at him blankly, swallowed his saliva, his mind was a little dazed, and he didn't know what to say.

No wonder Xuan Tianji and Yu Wuji tried their best to grab this Heavenly God Art, it turned out to be so terrifying.

"Ha ha."

Yang Qingxuan was obviously in a very good mood, he let out a hearty laugh, and flew into the air.

The body made of quicksand continued to elongate in the air, turning into a human-headed snake body, and flew forward.

After half a sound, Yang Qingxuan arrived at the place where he fought the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion, changed back to his own body, and flew down.

Crimson poisonous scorpions and sand lurkers, such powerful desolate beasts, generally have their own territories, and they rarely leave their territories.

So after recovering from his injuries, Yang Qingxuan flew back to find a place.

In fact, the injury was minor, and he wouldn't bother with a poisonous scorpion. The key point is that the poisonous scorpion is covered with spirit stones. In his eyes, it is not a poisonous scorpion at all, but a piece of spirit stone worth a hundred thousand.

The traces of the previous battles have long been buried in the yellow sand.

Yang Qingxuan walked on the yellow sand on foot, wandering around carefully.

He was sure that the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion was still in his territory, but it was hard to say whether it would come out. After all, with a broken arm, he will be extremely afraid of him.

Suddenly, two figures flew in the distance, passing by the sky.

Both of those two men were men, and they were also quite surprised when they saw Yang Qingxuan.

The two exchanged glances, then stopped, and one of them said loudly, "Friend, what are you doing here?"

Yang Qingxuan ignored the two of them, and continued to walk carefully in the sand, feeling the faint barrenness wafting in the air.

The person who called out lowered his face and asked, "Are you deaf?!"

Only then did Yang Qingxuan raise his head, and glanced at the two of them indifferently, one at the late stage of Yuanwu and the other at the middle stage of Yuanwu, and continued on their own way.

"Bold!"

The late Yuanwu martial artist was furious, and said coldly: "If you don't know how to praise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

With that said, he punched down.

The strength of the fist turned into a shooting star, which arrived in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan's robe was crushed and made a rattling sound, and on the ground around him, a fist shadow about ten feet deep was formed, which was more than a foot deep.

In addition, the martial artist in the middle stage of the original martial arts also made a move at the same time, throwing two throwing knives with one swing, and slashed from both sides of the fist wind.

The trajectory of the flying knife drew two opposite parabolas on the yellow sand, extending towards the place where Yang Qingxuan stood.

Seeing that he was alone with a broken arm, the two of them had long since developed the desire to kill and rob.

Yang Qingxuan ignored them, it was just an excuse to make a move. Even if they agree, they will also find other excuses.

Yang Qingxuan grasped it with his left hand, a powerful sword intent flowed out from his palm, and a storm of swords immediately surged all over his body.

Fighting ghosts and gods cut out with a sword, a little bit of arrogance, and a thousand miles of blissful wind.

"boom!"

The powerful sword intent hit the shooting star of the fist, cutting it in half, and the sword counterattacked unabated, like a rainbow light rising into the sky.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two flying knives also hit the sword, and they bounced off in a shock, cutting into the yellow sand without a trace.

"not good!"

The warrior of Yuan Wu's late stage changed his face greatly, and shouted in shock: "Go!"

He never dreamed that Yang Qingxuan broke the moves of the two of them with one sword, and still had the strength to fight back.

He punched again, shattering Kuaizai's sword wind, and he was about to flee in a flash.

But suddenly realized that the sky darkened suddenly, and a powerful and unparalleled sword intent came through the air, enveloping both of them.

"The long river gradually falls, the dawn stars sink."

The sword energy shattered the sunlight and plunged the boundless land into darkness.

"impossible!"

The two men roared wildly, their eyes staring like copper bells, and they punched desperately, punching shadows of fists, hitting the surrounding sword intents, trying to break the sword momentum.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the darkness, hundreds of fist shadows emerged, forming a shield to protect the surroundings, but the range was getting smaller and smaller.

"Boom!"

The sword that shattered the light and dragged the world into the darkness finally suppressed, all the light from the fist was shattered, and blood burst from the two of them.

"Boom!"

The yellow sand rolled up all over the sky, and the entire sky was covered with gray, which could not be seen by the eyes.

"what?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised. On the gray sky, the two figures turned into a black spot and disappeared from sight.

"It's strange that they were allowed to escape. The martial soul of the middle-stage original martial artist is a bit weird, and he seems to be able to escape from death."

Yang Qingxuan secretly thought it was a pity that two pieces of meat that reached his mouth flew away.

He put away his sword and continued to walk on foot in the desert.

The two styles he created on Shenyin Mountain that day also became stronger as his cultivation level improved.

Those two styles have no moves and no form, what they have is just a kind of sword intent, a kind of perception of the great way of heaven and earth.

Yang Qingxuan had just walked a few steps, when suddenly a scream came from a distance, across the sky.

His face changed slightly, and then he showed joy, and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the direction of the screaming, which was also the direction in which the two escaped.

After flying thousands of feet, he saw a large pit of more than twenty feet, which was obviously burst out by true energy.

There is still a little blood in the pit, which is being buried by quicksand.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrunk slightly, shooting out a little light. Those two people must have been killed, and in this area, the only one who can instantly kill those two people is the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion.

He licked his dry lips and said in a hey voice, "Come out, I know you're hiding underneath."

After shouting a few times, the desert was quiet, and the quicksand was slowly filling up the big hole, making rustling sounds, and there was no other sound.

Yang Qingxuan pointed his finger, and seven-colored strings immediately appeared in front of him, turning into a nine-cloud ring pendant, suspended in the air.

He plucked the red string with two fingers, and a trembling sound came out, shaking the space like running water. Yang Qingxuan's robe and hair were hardened by the shock, and the hairs stood up on end as if they were blown out.

The sand grains on the ground seemed to be fried and exploded, sending out high-frequency vibrations.

Yang Qingxuan pulled the yellow string again, and there was another "Zheng" sound, and a sting came out again, shaking in all directions.

The so-called Awakening of Insects means that the spring thunder shakes the earth, and the stinging insects run away in shock.

Finally, after the second string was struck, there was a reaction in the yellow sand. At one point, sand continuously emerged and flowed around, arching a sandbag.