Chapter 202: The Scorpion King

Just when the breeze arrived, Mingyue, who was far away in the Guanghan Palace, suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something related to herself had happened.

"What's wrong, Yue'er?" Seeing that the disciple who was cultivating quietly suddenly had an unstable breath, Fairy Guanghan immediately frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Master, the disciple felt a palpitation just now, and I don't know what happened."

Mingyue replied truthfully.

"Huh? Heart palpitations, then don't practice for the time being in the past few days, it just so happens that tomorrow the ruthless son of the Shura Sect will come to Guanghan Palace, so you can greet the teacher on your behalf. ”

Fairy Guanghan thought for a moment, and then thought of something.

"Master, the disciple wants to be quiet, why don't you let Senior Sister Jingya go?"

Mingyue instinctively refused.

"Mingyue, didn't you listen to what the deity said?"

Fairy Guanghan frowned, and her tone suddenly became stern.

Mingyue hurriedly stood up, bowed her head and agreed, "The disciple doesn't dare." ”

Fairy Guanghan didn't say anything more, he knew that this disciple of his own was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and he couldn't force it too hard.

Deep in the desert.

Everyone in the Li family left quickly, looking for traces of Qingfeng.

After a long time, a small inconspicuous mound of dirt somewhere in the ground was pushed open by something.

It turned out that he knew that his fight with the rat would definitely attract attention, so he found a mound and got into it.

Unexpectedly, I really heard the words of the Li family, and I was suddenly shocked.

"It seems that at this time, it is best to convert the true qi into immortal qi as soon as possible, otherwise it will be really easy to be exposed; If you get caught, it will definitely restrict your freedom. ”

Qingfeng muttered, looking in the direction of the immediate departure, a glint flashing in his eyes.

In the depths of a desert with no one in the ground, there is a figure sitting on its knees.

A strong immortal aura swirled around the figure, constantly burrowing into the figure's body.

After continuous refining, the immortal qi was constantly transformed into cultivation in the body.

Feeling that more and more of the true qi in his body was being transformed into immortal qi, Qingfeng noticed that his strength had been greatly improved, and he was more than ten times stronger than when he first arrived in the immortal realm.

Half a year later, a figure rushed out of the ground, and people let out a long howl.

I don't know how far the sound sounded.

"It's time to leave."

Qingfeng glanced at the place where he was standing, and felt something.

"Mingyue, wait for me, I'm here!"

The breeze shouted, and then the figure disappeared.

Qingfeng spotted a direction and sped away at breakneck speed.

In the desert, the sun is scorching during the day, and all living things hide underground, waiting for the scorching sun to set and night to fall.

Qingfeng ignored the scorching sun, although it was already a true immortal realm, he was still sweating profusely from the raging sun, and his mouth was torn open a few times, and traces of blood seeped out.

"The ghost weather of this dog day can't even bear the true immortals."

Qingfeng complained and vented his depressed mood.

I didn't expect it to be the first, and I couldn't bear the scorching sun, so I couldn't figure it out.

Looking around, there is no human figure, after the people of the Li family left some time ago, they have never seen any traces of people, I don't know what the reason is.

Dead days are always irritating, especially under the scorching sun when there is no water source.

"Bang" kicked his feet and stepped on the sand fiercely.

"Boom", this is amazing, the breeze is like poking a hornet's nest.

I found that countless fist-sized scorpions crawled out under the sand piles around them, all of them staring at Qingfeng with big eyes, looking at Qingfeng with excitement, and their tails cocked high.

Soon, Qingfeng found himself surrounded by a swarm of scorpions.

Looking at these scorpions, Qingfeng angrily found that these scorpions seemed to treat themselves as food, and made strange noises in their mouths.

His subordinates didn't dare to slack off at all, and Qingfeng had already taken out his long sword.

The immortal qi of the whole body was injected into the long sword, and with a "hum", the long sword let out a roar, as if it had woken up, and a powerful aura spread out.

"This? Hasn't this immortal sword's previous strength been released? ”

Qingfeng was puzzled, and his face was already showing a joy that could not be concealed.

It turns out that the fairy sword really needs immortal energy to maximize its strength.

With a wave of his hand, the breeze swung his long sword, constantly fending off the attacks from the sand scorpions.

The long sword swung open the tail of the sand scorpion, making a crisp sound.

Qingfeng was taken aback, "Is this tail so hard?" ”

Immediately, Qingfeng's face showed a look of ecstasy.

Isn't this the material used to refine weapons?

Thinking of this, Qingfeng became murderous, and kept waving the long sword in his hand, while reversing the tail of the attacking sand scorpion, he did not forget to attack the head of the sand scorpion from time to time.

With a "poof", Qingfeng found that the sand scorpion's head was also extremely hard.

Qingfeng suddenly felt very unhappy, and concentrated his whole mind, constantly picking at different parts of the sand scorpion, trying to find the weakness of the sand scorpion.

As time passed, Qingfeng felt that the immortal energy in his body was decreasing, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

With a sound of "Z", Qingfeng felt the sound of the long sword in his hand entering the flesh, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed.

Looking at it, Qingfeng found that the sand scorpion had been sliced open by a long sword in its neck.

"It turns out that the neck is your weakness, hahaha, die for the master!"

The breeze roared and killed vigorously.

As Qingfeng finds the weakness of the sand scorpion, and the sand scorpion is constantly killed, the number of sand scorpions begins to decrease, and the pressure is not so great.

Qingfeng focused on finding the weakness of the sand scorpion, and kept chasing and killing the sand scorpion, which also made the sand scorpion start to stir up a little.

The sand scorpions, which had been methodically surrounding Qingfeng, began to become irregular, and some sand scorpions had begun to flee.

Qing Feng naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to collect refining materials, and kept speeding up.

Just when Qingfeng thought that he was in control, suddenly, the sand scorpion that had fled became anxious, and actually came towards Qingfeng again.

"Huh? This is? Qingfeng was puzzled and became cautious.

Suddenly, the breeze felt a mound of dirt burst in the sand not far away.

With a "boom", a huge figure appeared in his eyes.

Shocking is a calf-like figure, this is a sand scorpion king.

The breath of the Sand Scorpion King has already surpassed the breeze of the True Immortal Stage, and it is shocking that it is a Sand Scorpion of the Heavenly Immortal Stage.

"Damn!" The breeze burst out with a sentence of national quintessence.

Qingfeng's face became a little ugly, staring at the corpses of the sand scorpions scattered under his feet, he was not sure if he could defeat this Heavenly Immortal Stage Sand Scorpion King.

But if he wants to leave like this, he is also unwilling, so many refining materials have been accumulated with hard work.

"Fight, people die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

Qingfeng roared in his mouth, and his hands tightly grasped the long sword in his hand.

"Gan!" Spit out a mouthful of saliva, Qingfeng's eyes were fixed on the Sand Scorpion King not far away.

The Sand Scorpion King looked angrily at Qingfeng, who had killed most of his men, and his hostility was obvious.