Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan pondered, and said, "What strength is that Crimson Scorpion?"

The young man said: "They are all in the original martial realm. The young ones are lower, and the adults may reach the original martial arts. The most powerful thing is the poisonous needle, which is not only extremely poisonous, but also can cause hallucinations. A complete adult poisonous scorpion can sell 80,000 middle-grade spirit stones, and a juvenile one can sell 30,000."

Yang Qingxuan was a little moved, thirty-eight thousand, to him, is a huge wealth.

The young man said hey: "The one I met before was an adult crimson scorpion, and it was wounded by us. Now it is turned back, and the chance of winning is great. After selling 80,000 middle-grade spirit stones, we split it equally. Enough for a month or two."

He glanced at Yang Qingxuan's severed arm again, thinking that he was interrupted by the time and space storm, and said: "There are also regeneration pills in Xutian City, which can make you reborn with severed arm."

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan nodded without hesitation and said, "Go."

The young man led the way, followed by Yang Qingxuan, turning into two streams of light, flying fast over the desert.

It turned out that this young man was called Song Qi, a child of the Song family of the Heavenly Star Continent. He was sent to the Xutian Ancient Battlefield for more than two years.

The two communicated all the way, and immediately had a clear understanding of the power contrast between the two continents.

In the Xuanye Continent, the original martial realm powerhouse can dominate, and the land realm is even rarer. But in the Star Continent, there is a heavenly existence, a family, sect, and only those with a heavenly power can squeeze into the first-class power.

Soon, when the two flew a stick of incense, Song Qi stopped and looked around.

Yang Qingxuan flew close to him and said, "The terrain in these four places is almost the same. How do you judge the position?"

Song Qi smiled triumphantly and said: "The wind depends on the direction of the wind. The wind in the Xutian ancient battlefield, affected by the gravity of the plane, rotates from east to west, never stopping."

Yang Qingxuan felt it for a while, as he said.

Song Qi said vigilantly: "Be careful, it should be around here. Quicksand has wiped the traces of the battle, and my companion's body is gone, but the crimson poisonous scorpion must be hidden under this yellow sand."

The two looked around for a while, and the desert was still quiet, without any signs.

Yang Qingxuan groaned: "Go on, since it's a wild beast hiding in the sand, its fighting ability in the air is definitely not strong. We are in the air, and most of that thing will not come out."

As he said, he flew down and stepped on the yellow sand with his feet.

Song Qi was taken aback and said, "Although what you said is reasonable, it is too dangerous to step on the yellow sand."

He lowered some height, but he refused to fall.

Yang Qingxuan walked a few steps on the yellow sand. Suddenly, his face changed, and his body shook, he forcibly moved three feet horizontally, and a sharp light shot from the yellow sand, clinging to his clothes, and went into the sky.

The light was bright red, as thin as hair, and disappeared in the air.

"It's the Crimson Scorpion!"

Song Qi screamed, with a trace of fear in his voice.

Yang Qingxuan has already taken out the fighting spirits, a little bit of aura, and cut into the yellow sand!

"Boom!"

With the sword's edge as the center, the entire sand was torn apart, countless sand grains were rolled up, shot into the air, violent sword energy spread all over, and the ears were full of sand blasting and flowing rustling sounds.

A scarlet light shot out from the cracked sand, and it was extremely difficult to detect under the flying sand in the sky.

"boom!"

Yang Qingxuan slashed the red light into the air with a single sword, only to feel that there was a strong force coming from the ground under his feet, and the entire yellow sand was lifted up. He hurriedly jumped up and flew into the air.

"boom!"

The sand was broken open, and a room-sized brown poisonous scorpion flew out of it, chasing Yang Qingxuan.

The barbed tail was like a crescent moon, with scarlet poisonous light shining on the tip, and when it flashed in the air, it turned into ten thousand red glows and shot away.

"I-fuck! Why is it so big!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. The huge scorpion was covered in a purple-red hard shell like steel armor.

When the pair of pliers danced, the eyes of the four scorpions were flashing with evil red lights, and the facial features were huge and clear, and it was chilling at first glance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! —"

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly danced the sword, the thousands of sword shadows were intertwined like a net, airtight, blocking all the red glow.

But the scorpion's tail was scarlet as blood, and it flicked in the air, flying in, like a long whip, and the air exploded.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback and was about to step back. The broken arm caused him great inconvenience, otherwise he would be able to suppress the poisonous tail with just one stroke of the six sun palms.

Suddenly, a yellow light flashed in the air, and a white twine appeared, spread out in the air, and tightened the scorpion's tail tightly.

The other end of the twine was caught in Song Qi's hands.

He held the hemp rope tightly with his right hand, and quickly played the magic trick with his left hand. The hemp rope swayed in the air, turning into a large ball of lines and spreading out, forming a prison within thirty or forty feet.

"laugh!"

The prison shrank instantly, tying the crimson poisonous scorpion firmly.

The scorpion's pair of tongs and tail struggled desperately, and fierce light appeared in his eyes. The rope contracted and couldn't hold it.

Song Qi was anxious and exclaimed, "Brother Qingxuan, make a move soon, I can't support it anymore!"

With murderous intent in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, raising his hand, a giant sword emerged out of thin air and fell into his hands.

Song Qi was taken aback, stunned.

The huge sword was more than ten feet long and three feet wide. It was made of cold iron, like a wall, and looked extremely dark. In contrast, Yang Qingxuan was almost a baby.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed the Naha sword in his left hand and slashed away.

"Boom!"

The sky was split directly, the terrible sword aura was pressed down like a mountain, and just the momentum made the yellow sand roll, like a thousand waves emptying, and a deep crack was pressed into the ground.

The poisonous scorpion sensed the danger, and struggling desperately, with a "click", two large pliers broke the rope, but it was too late, and the big sword reached the forehead.

The crimson poisonous scorpion hurriedly lifted two pliers, blocking it, and the long tail like a steel barb also struck against the big sword.

"Boom!"

The big sword was blocked by the scorpion tongs, and then it fell. The whole poisonous scorpion was cut in half by the volley, and green body fluid splashed out.

The yellow sand below was also chopped with a sword mark of several hundred feet.

All the internal organs of the poisonous scorpion burst out and scattered on the ground. There was a corpse vaguely inside, which had been completely melted by gastric juice.

Song Qi stood in the sky with his mouth wide open, his eyes protruding, and he was shocked.

The four-eyed crimson venomous scorpion has a shell as hard as steel, which is equivalent to the existence of the mid-Yuanwu period. Because of long-term inhalation of waste gas, it has become a kind of waste beast, almost sweeping the existence of the same order.

Before Song Qi and another martial artist in the middle of the original martial stage, besieged this crimson poisonous scorpion, but ended up fleeing. Even the cultivation base of Yuanwu's later stage, it is extremely difficult to defeat it.

But such a terrifying existence was killed by the young man in front of him with a single sword!