"Go find them now!"

Zhang Zichen gritted his teeth, harnessed the Black Crystal Divine Sword under his feet, and swept it behind him.

"I hope Brother Lu and they are still in the stomach of the centipede, waiting for my rescue. ”

Zhang Zichen also thought that Lu Wenxing and the others were still trapped in the stomach of the centipede, and now if they want to save them, they must first find the stomach of the centipede.

Phew――

The Black Crystal Divine Sword under Zhang Zichen's feet emitted six-colored light, and his flying speed was not too fast, moving forward slowly.

It's just that along the way, Zhang Zichen is quite chilled.

Zhang Zichen found that there was nothing in the stomach of this centipede.

Soon, Zhang Zichen seemed to think of something.

Before, because he opened the wings of the Supreme God of War armor, he twisted the centipede's internal organs and intestines.

And in order to drive Zhang Zichen out of his body, this centipede just spit out with a long breath, wanting to spit Zhang Zichen out of his body.

Who knows, Zhang Zichen relied on his strong strength to stay in the centipede's body, but the centipede spit out his minced internal organs.

"I wonder if the centipede vomited its own stomach?"

Zhang Zichen, who reacted, already knew the general situation, and he knew very well in his heart that the stomach of the centipede was either still in its body, or it was vomited.

Therefore, Zhang Zichen must now look around in the centipede's body.

Inside the centipede's body, there is a lot of space, like a huge sewer, the light is dim, but it seems that it can't walk for a while.

Fortunately, the Black Crystal Divine Sword at Zhang Zichen's feet emitted six-colored light, and the light illuminated this 'sewer'.

The centipede's body is extremely fishy, in addition to the internal stench of its own internal organs, there is also the pungent smell of those poisonous gases and liquids, in short, staying in the body of this centipede is a kind of torture.

But Zhang Zichen can't leave yet, he must find Lu Wenxing and the three as soon as possible.

......

Three days and three nights have passed, the sky is still thundering, and the torrential rain is still falling.

In the centipede valley, there is a mess and the smell is overwhelming.

Dozens of monks each found a relatively clean place to meditate quietly.

Some people are absorbing aura and recovering their strength, some people are sleeping peacefully in this rainstorm, but some people can't calm down, so they have to look around and probe their brains.

The crowd was quiet for a while, and suddenly, someone broke the silence and said loudly: "We have been waiting here for three days and three nights, we have searched everywhere, and we have not found Zhang Zichen's body, it seems that he died with this centipede." ”

As soon as someone said this, the scene was suddenly in chaos.

"Yes, we have been waiting here for three days and three nights, and we don't see Zhang Zichen, he must be dead. ”

"Well, I guess the man is dead. ”

For a while, everyone thought that Zhang Zichen was dead.

However, there were three other people who looked at these dozens of monks angrily.

"Who said Zhang Zichen is dead?" The three people who were originally sitting on the ground suddenly stood up, and Feng Ruotan pointed at the first person who spoke and shouted, "Did you say that? Do you say that my big brother Zhang is dead? Do you believe that I am fighting with you?"

"I ......" the man was a monk from the late realm of the True Monarch, and he squeaked and said, "This brother, don't be angry, we are just talking about the facts. Then tell me yourself, Zhang Zichen is going to die or not, where has he gone? All of us here are not weak, but in our divine sense, we can't find Zhang Zichen's whereabouts, whether he is going to die or not, won't that appear here?"

"You ......" Feng Ruotan wanted to refute, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be the same.

There were forty or fifty monks in total, and all of them were monks of the True Monarch realm.

There are so many masters here, everyone exudes their divine sense, but they can't find Zhang Zichen's whereabouts, what does this mean?

Moreover, these people have been waiting in place for three days and three nights, but there is still no whereabouts of Zhang Zichen, which further shows that Zhang Zichen may really be dead, and he and the centipede are all dead.

After thinking about it for a long time, Feng Ruotan took a deep breath, and then accepted the facts, he suddenly wowed, and cried: "Brother Zhang! Your life is really bitter! You said that you are young, how can you say that you will die......"

Feng Ruotan cried like this, and Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing also cried loudly.

Lu Wenxing also muttered: "Brother Zhang, you go well, you go all the way......"

The cries of the three big men sounded a little ridiculous, but at this time, no one laughed out loud.

Everyone stared at the three men silently.

Of the forty or fifty monks present, the cultivation of the three of them was the lowest, but everyone knew that the three of them were friends of Zhang Zichen, and they cried for Zhang Zichen, which seemed to be the right thing.

The crowd did not know how to comfort them, so they remained silent and sighed incessantly.

Time flickered, and it was the time of half a pillar of incense.

In the quiet Centipede Valley, in addition to the cry, there is the sound of lightning and thunder in the sky.

However, suddenly everyone heard a loud bang on the ground.

This roar seemed to shake the surrounding true qi, and everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Even Feng Ruotan, Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing, who had been crying for a long time, all looked in that direction.

Opposite their line of sight was a giant centipede about 100 feet long, this centipede was pitch black and surrounded by poisonous gas.

This is the hundred-legged centipede of the Saint Monarch realm before.

Now, the black centipede is lying quietly on the ground, motionless, long dead.

However, everyone heard it just now, and there was a bang on the body of this hundred-legged centipede.

When everyone saw this, their faces changed.

"Did the sound come from this centipede?"

"Exactly! I heard that!"

"Ah, no, is it, then, according to you, this centipede is still alive?"

If this centipede was still alive, then the dozens of people present would all die and have no place to bury.

Just when everyone was talking and frightened.

Rumble!

Another loud bang came from the centipede's body.

Dozens of monks looked at each other, their faces pale, could it be ...... Could it be that this centipede is still alive?

What to do?

Escape?

Yes, escape! Maybe if you run away now, you can get a chance to live!

In everyone's heart, there is an idea, don't run away at this time, but when?

"Run, everyone, or you'll die here!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and someone was the first to harness the flying sword and flee in all directions.