"Roar!"

Nangong Fan's two fists seemed to be bigger in an instant, and they slammed hard at the carapace of the two sinking sand scorpions that fell in gravity.

Two white rays stand out.

The two sand scorpions slammed their tail pins out before they died.

The small but sharp tail pin is extremely fast, even in the field of gravity.

Nangong Fan felt slightly numb, and there were two more tiny pinholes on his fist, which were pierced!

Fortunately, his fist also succeeded in shaking the two demon beasts to death.

Except for the two sand scorpions that were still struggling on the ground, there was only this high-level little leader left.

It has arrived! On the way to retract Nangong Fan's fist just now, it arrived at the moment when the old power had exhausted its new power and not yet been born.

This slightly intelligent sand scorpion clearly sensed the aura on Nangong Fan's body under the sand surface, and was in the same realm as it.

People want to eat sand scorpions, and scorpions also want to eat people. For demon beasts, the human body is also an irresistible delicacy, especially some demon beasts that have eaten people, and they have no ability to resist in the face of people.

The high-level sand scorpion has eaten people, and for this reason it has also given birth to some wisdom, it vaguely knows that people are very cunning and difficult to deal with, but it longs for the unforgettable taste, it shot, and used the little brother to grind the enemy, and then shot with all its might.

When this Shen Sand Scorpion saw Nangong Fan's full strength, it was easy to shock the middle rank, and he did not hesitate to use his strongest means.

The poisonous needles thrown out were twice as large as those of the intermediate rank, and even the air seemed to be corroded, and there was an unpleasant fishy smell everywhere.

Nangong Fan dared to resist the middle-level toxin, but he didn't dare to withstand this high-level toxin.

Looking at the poisonous needle that came with his fist sprint, he took a deep breath, and the black dragon sword appeared!

The poisonous needle slammed into the sword, and the surging power surged.

This high-level sand scorpion was more than a star and a half stronger than every one Nangong Fan had encountered before.

The power contained in this poisonous needle is infinitely close to the peak.

Under the effect of the anti-shock force, Nangong Fan almost couldn't even hold the long sword in his hand, the tiger's mouth was slightly painful, and the toxin compressed by the epithelial membrane near the palm spread to the inside of the body.

There was a layer of green spreading on his arm, and if he hadn't successfully turned into a brute cultivator, this toxin alone would have made both of his hands temporarily useless.

The bigger the size of the demon beast, the greater the strength, the Shen Sand Scorpion is really not a big word among the demon beasts, but in exchange for the speed in the sand and the toxin that can easily poison the demon beasts of the same level.

Nangong Fan's face turned slightly pale, this toxin was rotting his flesh and blood, if he couldn't suppress it and let it do it, I was afraid that it wouldn't be long before all its two arms were corroded.

The sand scorpion flicked its tail without the tail needle, and the strange energy flashed, and the poisonous needle that had bounced off the sword body was pulled back to where it should be.

"Brother, are you hanging?" Nangong Fan thought secretly in his heart.

How can there be such a reason for retracting the poisonous needle? Isn't this bullying?

The Sinking Sand Scorpion will not give Nangong Fan a chance to rest.

Swing your pincers vigorously in mid-air and roll the wind and waves. Like a cannonball, wrapped in a violent momentum, it still smashed towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan only had time to block the long sword in front of him, and the attack of the Shen Sand Scorpion arrived.

"Bang!"

The blade of the sword tilted, and the tiger's mouth cracked.

The black dragon sword slapped on Nangong Fan's chest, and a violent force attacked.

There was a creak and the sternum shattered.

Blood stains appeared on his lips, and Nangong Fan involuntarily retreated again and again, leaving two conspicuous marks on the ground.

The two forces burst out together, the pain permeated the whole body, the greenery spread, and the toxicity sprayed thin.

Nangong Fan lowered this sinking sand scorpion, this is an existence that has stepped into the pinnacle, and as soon as it touches it, it brings him great damage.

The sand scorpion was also uncomfortable, the force was mutual, and the whole body was shocked and flew backwards. With nowhere to be exerted in the air, it doesn't struggle, it just tries to sink its body as much as possible. It had to fall back to the ground as soon as possible and launch an offensive again, and it must not give Nangong Fan a little time to rest.

Rising from the sand is also a helpless move, after all, the sneak attack is not successful, and if you want to inflict heavy damage on Nangong Fan again, you can only launch an offensive on Nangong Fan's upper body.

The Yellow Realm's Sinking Sand Scorpion was still too small in size, and if it didn't jump up, it wouldn't be able to reach the weak parts of normal creatures at all.

The sand scorpion fell to the ground, swayed with a moment, swam extremely fast on the sand, and rushed towards Nangong Fan.

"Ahh

Everyone has a demon in their heart, which will not come out on weekdays, but when it touches the heart, it may come out and make trouble. Not to mention ordinary people, even some famous powerhouses are deeply troubled by it.

There was once a Buddha, and everyone revered him as a saint, and he personally punished countless evils. But once when I was chasing and killing the demon head, I found that it was just another side of myself. The heart collapsed, doubted himself, and he came out of the Great Thunder Yin Temple and became a demon.

The Demon Gate Exercise is to release this demon, control it, and gain incredible power. Even not being able to control it is a great catharsis.

If it is said that the righteous demon is just a battle of ideas. Then there is only a thin line between the devil and the evil, and those who are deeply influenced by the devil are evil, and those who can distinguish everything are demons.

Nangong Fan's demonic nature had already been stimulated by the magic power in it when he was cultivating the "Beast Transformation Technique", and Nangong Fan's shattering of the Gang Qi would not cause the demonic nature that had been stimulated to disappear. But under the miraculous influence of the reincarnation seal, everything went in an unpredictable direction.

The demonic state in Nangong Fan's heart broke out under the threat, and it was only said that the demonic state in terms of combat was Nangong Fan's strongest state, which was even more terrifying than when he was turned into a bear.

The indifference in his bones, for the sake of victory, he doesn't care even if he is injured. The grasp of the fighter has also reached the level that Nangong Fan can only look up to in his normal state.

Spiritual power circulates in the body, suppressing the toxins that gradually spread to the shoulders.

But at this time, the spiritual power surged towards the Black Dragon Sword at full speed, suppressing it, and waiting to destroy the Sinking Sand Scorpion in front of him.

The Black Dragon Sword was obviously at odds with the demonic Nangong Fan, trembling lightly in his hand under the traction of the inexplicable aura, and letting out a pleasant soft groan.

Moaning like a dragon.

The sword moves, the wind blade is born, and there seems to be a green lotus rising from the ground.

Qinglian Domain!

Although it was not as magnificent as when it was in the Starry Sky Realm, it almost directly became a space that belonged to Nangong Fan alone.

But the field is the domain after all, the embryonic state, and it is also the best carrier of swordsmanship.

The sword intent erupted, and a sword slashed straight down.

A sword mark appeared on the sand, reaching the forward sand scorpion, which was half a meter long.

The sand scorpion paused slightly, and let out a high-pitched chirp.

It sensed a threat.

Black and red are mixed together to form a beautiful brilliance, and it slashes down!

"Broken!"

The sand scorpion raised its pincers.

The black dragon sword rushed out of the two-inch sword and slashed through.

Cut right through the gap between the two carapaces.

A crisp voice sounded.

The pliers fell to the ground.

"Shhh

The tail of the sand scorpion cocked, and the poisonous needle erupted.

With just one turn, the sword blade blocked the poisonous needle.

Every action is so wonderful that it seems to be under the control of Nangong Fan in a demonic state.

Demonic Nangong Fan frowned rarely, and the poison on his arm was at work, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

But it was just such a wrinkle, and Nangong Fan continued to fight with his sword.

Cook Ding Xie Niu.

The sand scorpion was directly dismembered, and the Black Dragon Sword did not greedily devour the delicious flesh and blood.

High-level death!

There were also two intermediate ranks that were still alive under the sweep of their arms, and as soon as they struggled from their confusion, they shook their bodies and wanted to take the initiative to rush over.

To deal with the high-level black dragon sword, you have to start from the weakness, and you don't have to be so troublesome to deal with the mid-level, so as to benefit the scorpion.

Just two swords went down, and there was nothing left under the broken carapace.

Nangong Fan seemed to control the devouring power of the Black Dragon Sword, and deliberately left a high-level, but he didn't need to do that for these two loot, and there were still eight corpses of the sand scorpion in the middle that had not been accepted next to him.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, looked at the green that had spread under his shoulders, raised his sword in his hand, and made a cut on each side, and the residual spiritual power forced the toxin towards the wound.

Swinging his body, he threw all the loot into the ring, and slowly stepped into it.

As soon as he entered the Qinglian space, the indifference in Nangong Fan's pupils disappeared, and the whole person fell to the ground.

.....

Nangong Fan finally understood what the monk was doing with his extremely long lifespan compared to mortals.

This time, it took a full five days to heal the wound alone, and it has not yet returned to its full state.

In the past five days, Nangong Fan has lived extremely comfortably, the most injured person, and he has been the master in the space every day, constantly making Ao Canglan busy.

The little princess of the real dragon clan takes care of her, how many people can share this blessing?

"Freesia, focus on the left! Yes, that's it, comfortable. Nangong Fan sat on the recliner and groaned ecstatically.

"It should be almost recovered, right?" Ao Canglan kept pinching Nangong Fan's muscles with her small claws, and said angrily.

"No, it's going to take at least ten days. Nangong Fan smiled and was extremely disgusting.

"Ten days?" Ao Canglan tilted her head, "There is nothing left for those twenty days?"

"Of course, you can recover better in twenty days!" Nangong Fan closed his eyes, not seeing the cold light flickering in Ao Canglan's eyes.

"Hmm, that's good, that's good!" Ao Canglan's claws retracted slightly, and her deliberately contracted claws were revealed, and when she grabbed it gently, blood suddenly appeared.

Nangong Fan's extremely satisfactory defense was torn apart by Ao Canglan's claw like paper paste.

"Ahh

A scream of pain rang out, and a flash of blue light shot into the sky and flew into the distance.

"Then you can stay honest for ten days!"

Nangong Fan's face fell instantly, didn't he just want to enjoy the massage service of the Dragon Emperor's own daughter? Why did it make such a fuss.

Fortunately, Ao Canglan only scratched twice with the sharpness of her claws, except for a little wound and a little blood flowing, there was no big problem. If it uses the unique demonic power of the True Dragon Clan, I am afraid that it will really have to lie down for ten days and a half months.

"It can't be that a few days have come, right?" Nangong Fan shook his head, used his spiritual power to stop the blood, raised his head slightly, looked at the simple table placed in front of the recliner, and licked the corners of his mouth.

Nine-headed scorpion meat was on the table.

It was the culprits who made Nangong Fan lie down for five days, and now they are lying on the table with no life at all.

The warm current in his heart crossed by, and the greedy Ao Canglan took care of him for the past few days, and even let go of his appetite and left all these scorpion meat to him.

Fortunately, there is a preservation function in the Qinglian space, otherwise who can eat it after five days?

"Canglan, when I go out, I'll catch a few more for you. Nangong Fan was unceremonious, his body was empty of qi and blood, and he needed this kind of food that was extremely replenishing for him.

After all, Ao Canglan is in the nascent stage, which must be spent with time and strange energy, even if he eats these masses of scorpion meat, he will not end the nascent period early. Compared to Nangong Fan for the energy in it, Ao Canglan is simply to satisfy the appetite for food.

Nangong Fan was the first to eat the middle-grade scorpion meat, and after cultivating the four realms of the human realm, it was the blood transformation realm corresponding to the star realm, although this was only a preliminary strengthening of the blood, but it could also make it not so miserable under serious injuries. Otherwise, it will hurt the vitality after every heavy injury, and only such overeating can make up for it a little.

Nangong Fan wants to use this middle-level scorpion meat to restore himself to the peak, and use the high-level to break through the realm.