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Even if it is a fourth-level cold-tailed sword scorpion, the flight degree is also quite slow, not to mention that this beast is also tied by a chain, which limits the range of movement, so after only taking a blow, Wan Qingping easily passed through the hall, as for the few male sword scorpions chasing over, it is not worth mentioning, because the number is too small, it is effortless to crush them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, after passing through the hall, he only walked forward for a few more miles, and he had to stop retreating, because by this time the trend of the passage had become diagonally downward, and if he continued to fly forward, it would be farther and farther away from the ground.

Time is quite urgent for Wan Qingping at this time, and every minute and second may be the key to life and death, because he knows that those cold-tailed scorpions in the passage can't stop the old woman for long, so he shook his sleeve robe and released the egg again.

The little guy stuck out his tongue at this time, and kept blinking his big eyes, obviously not lightly stung by the cold-tailed knife scorpion before.

However, Wan Qingping didn't care about the pitiful appearance of the little guy, put the Qingying Needle into a broken sword and put it on his sleeve, then patted the little guy's head, and pointed to the top of his head.

"Quack!" the little guy obviously knew what he meant, but he still cried out hurriedly.

"I've raised you for nothing, hurry up!" Wan Qingping pulled his face and scolded sharply.

The little guy grinded, but his body still swelled up in the master's scolding, and turned into a small grinding disc again, and the yellow light flashed, rolling the master to his back, and disappeared in place in a flash.

After about half a mile of escaping up, the egg stopped, and looked at the master with big eyes, obviously the newly accumulated little demon power was almost used, at this moment, Wan Qingping shook his sleeve robe, and the broken sword that had been gathering momentum for a long time "swished" and rushed out.

But I saw that the broken sword of the Qingming Needle was spewing out a brilliant brilliance, and in the brilliance, a large area of dirt fell straight down, as if it had been drilled by a drill bit.

The hard soil was broken, and the and egg soil became easier, and it originally took a little magic power to escape three zhang, but at this time, in the soft soil, it could escape five zhang away.

However, at this time, Wan Qingping was also uncomfortable, his face was blue and purple, and he looked like he was holding his breath, not because of anything else, but because the yellow light spit out by the egg could no longer cover him, and without the yellow light, he could not absorb the thin air in the soil at all.

Didn't he die in the hands of the old witch, but he wanted to suffocate here? Such thoughts flashed in Wan Qingping's mind.

Suddenly, the fierce light flashed in the mung bean little eyes, I don't know what to think, it was another pinching of the law, but after seeing the law duel pinched out, dense blood-colored runes suddenly emerged on the smooth skin of the egg, and the runes flashed and flashed, and the egg cried out in pain.

However, because of this, the yellow light that was about to collapse became thick again, although it was not as good as the beginning, it was barely able to breathe for Wan Qingping, and took this opportunity to break the ground again with the blue light.

The night sky of the Meteorite Desert is a little more dead and manic than the grassland, and the only thing that can be seen is the rolling yellow sand, but there are no shining stars and bright moons.

Of course, this is not to say that there is not a trace of life in this rolling yellow sand, life is always tenacious, even in this dry desert.

A mouse almost the same color as the sand sneakily slipped out of the hole**, and there was a cub on its back, and the cub kept calling, so that the mouse had to dig east and dig west, so that the cub could find some food for the cub, even if it was a juicy grass stem!

As he was planing, there was a slight noise, and the mouse's swiftly dancing little paws immediately stopped, and the two small round ears on its head stood up, as if listening to where the movement came from.

Before the mouse could make a judgment, the sand under its body suddenly bulged, and then a cold blue light flew out, and this was not over, the blue light just flew out, and a human hand poked out again.

When he touched a small stone, his hand trembled, as if grasping a life-saving grass, and he grabbed it deadly, and when he pulled it, a figure was pulled out of the soil.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~" Wan Qingping lay on the ground like a dead dog, breathing in a big gulp of air, his face full of happiness for escaping death.

He was already desperate just now, if it weren't for the last sword feeling that the tip of the sword was not the hardness of the original earth, but the softness of the sand, how could he swing the sword again in suffocation?

After getting the empty infusion, Ziqing's face gradually became bloody, Mu Ran's head returned to normal, and his body straightened up, and he came to dry land to pull onions.

The yellow sand covered the starry sky, and he couldn't judge the direction, Wan Qingping hurriedly took out a compass, glanced at the pointer, and was about to leave here.

However, the Soul Demon Banner had just stirred up the Yin Qi, and before it could burst out, it stopped again.

But I saw that the mung bean's small eyes kept turning: "No, that old witch knows that my cave is in Zhanghuankou, maybe she will arrange something in this direction, it's too dangerous to go there!"

"That'...... I'll give her the fuck the opposite, let the old witch be as cunning as a fox, and she will definitely not guess that I will go to the Qiyan tribe!" As soon as the words fell, I saw a wave of yin qi on the soul demon flag, rolling towards the north.

Less than two quarters of an hour after Wan Qingping came out of the ground, the old woman also came out of the sand hole, and her old face was full of excitement at this time: "This trip to the Starfall Desert can still get such a treasure, but it is also a good chance!"

Immediately, I didn't know what to think, and the excitement immediately disappeared, and it became extremely gloomy: "Eighty percent of that little rabbit cub has run away, how is this good?"

There is a low hill in the middle of the Qiyan tribe, the aura of the hill is not abundant, and the scenery on the mountain is even more ordinary, but because of its owner, this hill also has a certain reputation in the Momba grassland.

"Ancestor, ancestor, it's not good, it's not good!" a little girl ran in in a panic, because it had just rained, and the little flower shoes were covered with dots of mud.

The room is very elegantly furnished, but if you look closely, you will see that the utensils in the room are very small, such as chairs, which are only half the height of normal chairs, and normal adults will definitely feel very inconvenient to sit on, but at this time, the man sitting on the small chair seems to complement everything in the room so well, because the man himself is very short, like a child, but looking at the small handful of goatee on his chin, it is obvious that the man is an adult.

"Xin'er, so flustered, what kind of system!" Danxia Tong scolded with a straight face, although he was a square person, his requirements for the younger generations of the family were extremely strict, even Xin'er, the junior with the best qualifications in the family, was no exception.

The girl was reprimanded by the ancestor at this time, and said with grievances: "Ancestor, there is a person coming down the mountain, but he just flew here and passed out!"