Meng had a shy old face, and he was telling insincere lies without even blinking his eyes.

And Jin Ling also knew that he was lying.

However, Jin Ling did not intend to directly expose the other party's lies.

Because, he is not at all worried that Meng Jiao will pose any threat to himself.

"Hehe, Elder Mengjiao, you are really a conscientious and excellent leader, I admire you!"

Jin Ling smiled coldly and said, arched his hand towards Meng Jiao, and then walked straight to the scroll on the ground, and without waiting for Meng Jiao to make any response, he bent down to pick up the scroll.

"Hey, Jin Xiaoyou, I can't help it, this scroll may be poisonous!"

Meng Jiao saw that Jin Ling went directly to get the scroll, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop Jin Ling's actions.

However, Jin Ling had already picked up the scroll, and Meng Jiao raised his hand to hold the other end of the scroll in order to prevent the scroll from being taken away by Jin Ling

That's it, the palms of the two of them held both ends of the scroll at the same time, and both of them were exerting force, trying to pull the scroll from each other's hands.

"Elder Mengjie, didn't you say that this scroll is poisonous, then why did you come to snatch it?"

Jin Ling held the scroll tightly, his arm kept exerting force, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Jiao and asked.

Don't look at Jin Ling's young age, but his strength is extremely great.

Meng Jie thought that he could snatch the scroll with only three percent of his strength, but he didn't expect that he was almost dragged out of his hand by Jin Ling.

Why is this kid's strength so great?

Meng Jiao was very surprised, he saw that Jin Ling was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he thought that the other party was very easy to deal with!

Thinking that he almost made a fool of himself in front of a young man, Meng Jiao's face couldn't help but sink, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased.

But what Ren Mengjiao couldn't have imagined was that no matter how much he increased the strength in his hand, the scroll still didn't get any closer to him.

And Jin Ling on the other side, the power in his body seemed to be a bottomless pit, and the strength he used formed a delicate balance with Meng Jie from beginning to end.

"Jin Xiaoyou, this thing was discovered by my Meng family first, please let it go!"

Seeing that Jin Ling couldn't hold on to him, Meng Jiao simply made the matter clear.

"Hehe, this scroll doesn't have your Meng family's name engraved on it!"

Of course, Jin Ling would not let go because of Meng Jiao's words, he sneered and refused, and at the same time increased the strength on his arm again.

"You ......"

Meng Jiao's pupils dilated, and he felt his body falling towards Jin Ling uncontrollably.

The strength of the other party at this moment actually surpassed him by an overwhelming advantage!

Meng Jiao was very anxious in his heart, he knew that if he didn't take measures, the mysterious scroll in his hand would inevitably have nothing to do with the Meng family.

"Jin Xiaoyou, the old man has said all the good things, if you are disobedient again, don't blame the old man for turning his face!"

Meng Jiao directly threatened, relying on his age older than Jin Ling and his realm higher than the other party, he began to give an ultimatum.

"Finally want to do it?"

The corners of Jin Ling's mouth hooked up a provocative smile: "Then you can come! It just so happens that I also want to see what kind of mastery the Immortal Dew Palace, one of the so-called Ten Holy Lands, will have!"

At this moment, the arrogance on his face suddenly appeared, and he regained the feeling of challenging the major saints when he was in the Concentric Alliance.

"Jin Xiaoyou, the old man's patience has been worn out!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was so ignorant, Meng Jiao didn't plan to be polite.

He continued to hold the half scroll in one hand, and with the other he threw a fist with a bang, heading straight for the Golden Feather Noodles at close range.

The fist wind was agitated, Jin Ling's face did not change, he raised his palm up, and wrapped his fist around Meng Tang like a spiritual snake.

Crackle!

So, the two began to hold the scroll in one hand and fight each other with the other.

As soon as the war started, the two actually fought back and forth.

And the more he beat Meng Jiao, the more surprised he became, he thought that he could quickly defeat Jin Ling.

As a result, after such a fight, Meng Jiao realized that this Jin Ling was indeed a great genius.

The opponent's combat power. can actually directly cross a small realm and tie with him.

Thundered!

The battle between the two made the stone chamber full of endless energy fluctuations.

The non-stop collision of energy streams erupted into a circle of shockwaves, filling the walls of the cave around the stone chamber with a dense crack.

And even so, the two of them in the center of the energy vortex were unharmed from top to bottom.

It can be seen that the fighting skills of these two people have their own cleverness.

"Ahh

At this moment, in the cave path that had just been opened, there was a scream.

Then, screams rang out from the cave one after another.

Then, the embarrassed figures of the monks of the Meng family retreated back from the cave path one by one.

"Elder Mengjiao, we have been tricked, and there is no way out at all!"

"It's a sandworm! It's a nest of thousands of sandworms!"

The monks who came out were all terrified, as if they had just seen something extremely terrifying.

Sandworms!?

Hearing this name, Jin Ling and Meng Jie, who were fighting, suddenly stopped!

They remembered the dead monk from before, his body dried up, and finally turned into dust.

Could it be that the monk died at the hands of the sandworms?

Jin Ling's complexion was instantly difficult to look at.

Because he had heard that this kind of insect is neither a demon nor a beast.

Although the insect body is very fragile, the desertification toxin secreted in the body can invade all things.

Even a demigod-level cultivator, if he is not careful to fall into the poison of the sand insect, in the absence of an antidote, his body will soon decay into dry bones!

"Meng Jiao, Meng Du is dead!"

Meng Tie, who escaped, said with a palpitating face: "He ran too fast and rushed into the nest of the sandworm!"

"What?"

When Meng Jiao heard this, he was shocked, and his eyes showed a complicated color.

Although he usually likes to intrigue with Meng Du, when he heard that Meng Du was killed, his heart was still very touched.

But at this moment, another person stumbled out of the cave.

Everyone looked at each other, wasn't this man Meng Du?

However, although this person is a monk, the change is so great that if you don't distinguish carefully, you can't recognize who he is at all.

I saw that one of his eye sockets was sunken, and his whole face was loose, and there was not a few taels of flesh from top to bottom, like an old skin attached to the bone frame.

"Twisted ...... Help me......"

At this time, Meng Du may have seen Meng Jie, and a faint light immediately lit up in his eye sockets, and he asked Meng Jiu for help.

Whoa!

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, countless blood-colored grains of sand erupted from his mouth, like a river of sand flowing vertically downward.

"Oh my God!"

The faces of the crowd instantly showed horror!

(End of chapter)