296, 297, 298...... 300 ...... 396, 397, 398...... Four hundred and ninety-six, four hundred and ninety-seven, four hundred and ninety-eight......

The silver-armored man on the rope bridge has not yet fallen, and Yi Jun is about to fall, he has been poked thirty-two holes in his body by the silver-armored man's spear, although the speed is too fast, although it is not fatal, although it has not yet shed blood, but Yi Jun still feels the pain, and feels the spiritual power gushing out wildly in those hollows.

Suddenly, a stick shadow appeared in front of the silverarmer, like an antelope hanging its horns, and like a stroke of genius, it suddenly pierced into his chest and penetrated through the back of his heart.

- A shell fell from the top of his head, and as the shell continued to fall, the body of the silver-armored man dissipated into bits and pieces, and the shell fell on the rope bridge, and the rope bridge disappeared, and the shell continued to fall, falling into the red river, and the red river disappeared.

However, when the red river disappeared, what appeared in front of Yi Jun was no longer yellow fine sand, but a black scorched earth.

Where the shell fell, it turned into a small piece of scorched earth, and then the small piece of scorched earth spread rapidly in all directions as if with a strong contagion, and everywhere it went, all the sand and gravel turned into scorched earth—the color of heaven and earth changed.

There is no more desert, no more rope bridges, no more red rivers, what enters Yi Jun's sight is a scorched earth, the mountains and rivers are broken, the earth is cracked, and all that floats in the sky is the smell of depression.

"It's ...... Changed the illusion?" Yi Jun was puzzled, but, soon, he jumped to his feet and scolded: "Bastard, didn't you tell me okay, why did you send me over directly?"

No one answered Yi Jun, because there was no silver armor in this illusion.

"Bang bang bang bang ......" The sound of the spiritual weapon hitting suddenly came in front, like fried beans.

Yi Jun's face changed, he hurriedly jumped up and ran towards the place where the noise was made.

As he ran, Yi Jun smeared his whole body with the little holy water he had left, healing the wounds that had been stabbed by the spear of the silver-armored man, and at the same time, two hundred and ninety-seven spiritual grasses flew out, going deep into the underground of this illusion, absorbing spiritual energy and searching for spirituality.

"Snort-" Suddenly, a spiritual grass felt a slight movement, and then transmitted this feeling to Yi Jun's heart, and Yi Jun was immediately shocked.

The next moment, he saw a dense and numbing strange creature in front of him.

It was a large creature with only the head of a lion and the tail of a scorpion, covered in a hard shell, all the size of a millstone, radiating a red light, and they were running forward, like rushing magma at a glance.

There was no such creature in Changbai Mountain, and Yi Jun had not seen this creature in Zhongshou Mountain, but in the books of the Templar Library, he had seen the figure of this creature.

This creature is called a lion scorpion, it is a kind of thing that is more brutal than a wolf, more agile than a lion, and has a highly poisonous body, and has spiritual power in its body, an adult lion scorpion is almost equivalent to a beginner spirit of the three realms.

Now, Yi Jun saw that there were thousands of lion scorpions running forward here, and they rushed forward like an overwhelming man, and at the end of these lion scorpions, Yi Jun saw an unusually familiar figure covered in blood.

The figure was very thin, because the sky was high and the earth was far away, and because the world was vast, and because he was standing on a raised hill, so the figure seemed even more lonely and helpless, like a small grass in the raging wind.

However, even if it is Xiaocao, even if it is raging in the wind, even if there are thousands of fierce and poisonous scorpions running wildly in front of him, even if the thing in the man's hand is not a spiritual weapon, just an ordinary Xuantie waist knife, but his figure is still upright, and there is still no fear.

"Kill!" the figure shouted violently, jumped down from the hill, and suddenly rushed into the group of lions and scorpions, the waist knife in his hand flew up and down, and the shadow of the knife flew out of the waist knife, and the knife flew out of the waist knife, and slashed at those lion scorpions, making a huge sound of "bang bang bang".

"Wu Jiro!" Seeing that figure, Yi Jun couldn't help but exclaim, that person was Wu Jiro.

At that moment, Yi Jun didn't dare to slack off, and the big stick in his hand suddenly flew up, and two hundred stick shadows flew out with one stick, attacking two hundred lion scorpions.

In the loud sound of "bang bang bang bang ......", all these lion scorpions were hit by stick shadows, but the huge power of a stick shadow that can smash a small hill falls on these lion scorpions, and it only makes the red light on their bodies dim a little.

The next moment, these lion scorpions that were hit by the big stick turned their bodies, and the red light rushed, and they pounced towards Yi Jun behind them.

"Fool, it's a good time!" Yi Jun saw these lion scorpions turn their heads, and a light suddenly shot out of his eyes, and the next moment, his big stick swung violently.

The big stick flies, the stick moves hide the psychic skills, and the psychic skills contain stick moves, each stick shadow seems to have spirituality, can change by itself, and can connect with each other, self-contained.

"Bang bang bang bang......" Two hundred stick shadows hit a lion scorpion, and the lion scorpion was immediately smashed to pieces, and then, the stick shadow flew up, and swept the lion scorpion that jumped up behind it, and swept two hundred sticks on him, and also smashed to pieces.

The big stick in Yi Jun's hand is not an ordinary big stick, it is a spiritual weapon in the Vientiane Forest to regain spirituality, although it does not belong to any of the two hundred and ninety-seven kinds of spirits that have been passed, but it has been connected with Yi Jun's mind, and it can also use the spiritual power possessed by the two hundred and ninety-seven spiritual grasses, and more importantly, its own spiritual power is more vast and tough, so the big stick is very fast and the blow is also very accurate.

The two hundred lion scorpions that rushed towards Yi Jun were killed by Yi Jun in an instant, and then, with a wave of Yi Jun's big stick, two hundred stick shadows smashed at the two hundred lion scorpions respectively, attracting them over.

It's just that this time, Yi Jun is a little powerless.

Because he had just fought a desperate battle with the silver-armored man, and he still had thirty-two bullet holes pierced by the silver-armored man's spear, although he was smeared with holy water, but the violent movement caused those wounds that had just healed to burst again.

The wound collapsed, and it was not only blood that was rushing, but also spiritual power, Yi Jun only felt that the mental power and true yuan in his body quickly gushed out from those wounds, and the two hundred and ninety-seven spiritual grasses were frantically absorbed, and the spiritual power transmitted frantically was a little insufficient.

"Rhubarb, Erya, Heavenly Fire Kirin Beast, Big Python, just have one. "It's not that Yi Jun can't defeat these lion scorpions, but he feels that his spiritual power is not enough and there is not enough time. (To be continued.) )