ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Rumble!

The body of the sandworm queen exploded directly, and the huge body instantly split into two, with a blurred piece of flesh and blood in the middle.

This arrow directly exploded it in half.

However, the sandworm queen was still not dead, struggling and writhing, and its body slowly leaned towards it.

Purple Hitomi didn't stop attacking, and when she used force to fight against it just now, she knew that this sandworm would not die.

At this time, the third arrow of the purple pupil had also taken shape, and it followed closely behind, flying out.

This arrow went straight to the crown of flowers on its head.

Light arrows shoot in.

The Sandworm Queen straightened in pain, poofed, and exploded again.

This time, it's the head.

The head shattered, and its tail lost its life, twitching twice, and no longer moving.

The purple pupils slowly bound their wings and fell back into the sand.

The stars in front of her disappeared silently, this was already her limit, if the sandworm queen didn't die this time, she would definitely not be able to shoot the fourth arrow.

With a breath of turbidity, the purple pupil slowly raised her left hand and brought the medicine that Old Song Tou gave her to her lips.

In her body, the medicinal power has begun to fade, and for her now, even a simple action like raising her hand is already very difficult.

His legs went limp, and his purple eyes fell weakly on the sand.

In the distance, where she couldn't see, a man with a pair of eyes had been watching the battle.

Looking at the purple pupils sitting on the sofa from a distance, the corners of the man's lips only lifted slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He slowly raised his palm.

It was a white palm, not at all old, and the joints were slender and thin, very beautiful.

He stretched out his fingers, and a black texture appeared in his palm—it was in the shape of a crown.

He raised his other hand, and there was a bright purple brilliance between his fingers, but if you looked closely, you knew that there was still a little bit of dark black in this purple, which was not pure.

His fingertips tapped on the crown, and it began to light up.

On the sand not far from the purple pupils, under the sand layer, a crown of the same shape also lit up, and a skull that had been buried in the sand slowly stood upright from the sand.

Exactly, Gu Luocheng's skull.

In the skull, the flames that had been extinguished had also rekindled at this time.

Not far away, his body had risen to his feet, and he came up, and took his head with that one arm, and put it on his neck bone, which he had slanted a little as if it had been diagonally on his neck.

However, Gu Luocheng didn't care about this, he just squeaked around and looked in the direction of the purple pupil.

Then he stepped forward and walked in her direction, step by step.

Noticing the corner of the long sword in the sand, he bent down, grabbed it, and continued upward.

The desert was soft, and his foot bones would sink deep every step he took, and he was not in a hurry or annoyed, just walked step by step towards the purple pupils on the sand dunes.

"Kill her!"

He heard a voice whispering in his ear.

The sound was very pleasant, like the sound of a clear spring flowing through the stone face in the deep mountains, but it was also cold, as if the spring water was overflowing from a thousand-year-old cold pool, revealing the chill of the forest.

Gu Luocheng knew that it was that person's voice.

Hearing the sound on the sand, Purple Pupil slowly raised her face, looking at Gu Luocheng, who was tilting her head and walking towards her with a sword, a look of surprise flashed in Purple Pupil's eyes.

He's alive again?!