Yang Qingxuan's heart sank, and he exclaimed: "Do you feel that the desolate qi is flowing, gathering over here." ”

Everyone raised their heads one after another, observing the direction of the desolate air around them, and their divine consciousness spread to the maximum extent.

Sure enough, I found that the uncomfortable feeling of depression was because of the flow of desolate energy.

Fang Can patted the two heads of the two-headed tiger, his face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's not just the reason for the flow of wild qi, this tiger is very afraid. ”

The two-headed tiger roared with all its might, its eyes were full of fear, its originally supple hair became hard and piercing, and its limbs trembled slightly, and it was full of vigilance.

Xiao Da's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Be vigilant, it is very likely that a powerful desolate beast has appeared!" He turned to the two array mages and said, "Two masters, please continue, don't be disturbed by the outside world." ”

Hu Tong and Mr. Lu glanced at each other, and both nodded, speeding up their research.

Around the altar, the air became very oppressive, and everyone's hearts were heavy, and the greatest fear of people was to face the unknown.

Suddenly, a red glow swept through the air, and it shot at a very fast speed.

If it weren't for everyone's vigilance to the highest, I am afraid it would be difficult to find that wisp of red light was as thin as a hair, as fast as lightning, and in a flash in the air, it shot into the neck of the two-headed tiger.

The two-headed tiger's roar stopped as soon as it was gone, and a drop of blood oozed from its originally white fluffy neck.

The drop of blood quickly turned green, and then the entire huge tiger body, including the two heads, turned green.

"Poisoned!"

Fang Can was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he wanted to touch the two-headed tiger, but his hand reached halfway and retracted again, after all, the poison was too powerful, and he didn't dare.

"Whew. ”

The two-headed tiger finally screamed weakly, and fell to the ground, completely dead.

Everyone trembled in their hearts, this is a tiger in the middle of the original martial arts, so they hung up quietly. Everyone just felt cold in their hands and feet, and they didn't know what kind of monster they were going to face.

Yang Qingxuan's figure flashed, and he flew down from the altar to check the wound of the two-headed tiger.

Brother Yuan's heart rose to his throat and exclaimed, "Be careful of poison!"

Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

He took out an ordinary iron sword, flicked it under the tiger's neck a few times, and then saw the small wound, his eyes froze, and he said slowly: "It's like a crimson poisonous needle, but it's ...... Why wasn't it blocked by the barrier of the altar?"

As soon as this question came out, everyone reacted, "Yes, what's going on?", "Could it be that the enchantment has failed?"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the tip of the iron sword, all of which were under the green venom, beginning to be corroded, and he said in a condensed voice: "The power of this red mang, it should be enough to attract the enchantment, there must be some reason that we don't know." ”

Fang Can was in a big mess because of the death of the summoned beast, and said in fear: "Young Master Qingxuan, you see...... Shall we withdraw first? It would be too dangerous to stay here. ”

Yang Qingxuan glanced at him lightly and comforted: "Be calm, there's nothing to be afraid of." We've been holding the altar for a few days, and nothing has happened. Even now, that poisonous scorpion only dares to hide in the dark, but does not dare to come out openly, which shows that it is afraid of us. ”

"Yes, what Brother Qingxuan said is reasonable, everyone must be calm, if it is a mess, it is extremely dangerous. From now on, who dares to talk nonsense about escaping and evacuating or the like, disturbing people's hearts, don't blame me Xiao someone for not remembering the old feelings, you're welcome!"

Xiao Da's face was gloomy, and evil flashed in his eyes.

Everyone had never seen such a terrible face on his face, and they all kept their mouths shut, and did not dare to say anything about leaving.

Brother Yuan also flew down, glanced at the tiger's wound, and speculated: "If you want to kill this two-headed tiger quietly, I'm afraid that it will at least be an eight-eyed existence, or even a ten-eyed existence!"

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while and said, "If it's just eight eyes or ten eyes, I won't be worried." But now I can't find any traces, and there is no shadow of a crimson scorpion in these four places, and I'm afraid it will be an even more powerful existence. ”

As he was talking, suddenly there was a flash of red light in the air, shooting towards Yang Qingxuan.

Many people shouted "ah", and then saw a white light crossing, and Yang Qingxuan threw the iron sword in his hand.

With a "bang", the red light shot through the iron sword and shot directly in front of him.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly took out the Fighting Ghost God to block in front of him, and made another "bang" sound, only to shatter the red mang, and his arm was slightly numb.

His face changed slightly, and he exclaimed, "This poisonous scorpion is at least ten eyes!"

The ten-eyed crimson scorpion is equivalent to the existence of the realm, and as soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed. But there were many of them, and the poisonous scorpion obviously didn't dare to show its face, it seemed that it was indeed afraid of them, so it was a little relieved.

At this moment, fluctuations began to appear in the space in the distance.

A large amount of desolate energy converged towards the center of the ripple, as if something terrible was hiding in the void, devouring the desolate energy of the Devourer.

I saw that near the ripples, tornadoes formed by desolate qi began to appear, there were nine in total, and there seemed to be something terrible in them.

The nine tornadoes swirled and struck in the direction of the altar.

Only then did everyone see that inside each tornado, there was a crimson poisonous scorpion, large and small, with different numbers of eyes, but all of them were fierce and murderous.

Yang Qingxuan skimmed over the nine dragon scrolls at once, his heart was full of doubts, and he muttered to himself: "Four-eyed, six-eyed, eight-eyed, ten-eyed, and two-eyed, what's going on......"

These nine crimson scorpions seem to have been put together temporarily.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, narrowing down to three or four feet in front of the altar, hoping that the enchantment would stop the crimson scorpions.

But soon, they were horrified to find that although these crimson poisonous scorpions had violent breath on their bodies, they were completely unaffected by the enchantment and shuttled in directly.

The storm of desolation that rolled up, like a sharp knife, hung on everyone's bodies, cutting through their skin, and it was very uncomfortable.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes burst with essence, and he shouted: "Nine people will come with me to deal with these ten eyes, and the rest will deal with the other eight!"

As he spoke, the figure rushed over in a flash, spotting the ten-eyed crimson scorpion.

Brother Yuan stomped his foot anxiously and shouted, "Why are you so impulsive?!"

But Yang Qingxuan's sword had already pierced into the storm of the ten-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion, and a large amount of sword qi was twisted into it, allowing the desolate qi storm to gradually subside, revealing the true face of the ten eyes.

Brother Yuan couldn't care about this anymore, so he drew out the lamentation sword and supported it.

The rest of the martial artists were eager to stay away from the ten eyes, and when they saw Yang Qingxuan taking the initiative to rush up to deal with the ten eyes, they were all overjoyed, and hurriedly shot out to meet the other eight poisonous scorpions. Only a few people rushed over to help Yang Qingxuan resist.