The six-winged centipede occupies the Bottle Hill Tomb.

Except for the corpse king in the depths of the medicine wall, it is almost an invincible existence.

But the five elements in this world are reincarnated, and they are born and restrain each other.

has always been domineering and unreasonable.

It's like it feeds on the five poisons of the bottle mountain at will.

Until the moment above his head, the cry that pierced through the golden cracked stone sounded.

It suddenly realized that the original restraint was so terrifying.

A sense of oppression from the depths of the blood and soul.

Let it almost be heartbroken, and its soul will not give up.

It finally broke free from it, and it was left with only one thought.

That's to escape!

Flee back to the lair to have a chance of life.

It's just that......

In a life-and-death fight, how can you tolerate the slightest distraction.

The mind can be sober.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was already sounded.

When the cold light tears through the night.

When you arrive.

The six-winged centipede's pupils finally reflected its appearance.

It's a knife!

A knife with an ordinary style, swallowing a ghostly light.

It's really small.

Not as long as the shortest leg under its abdomen.

But for some reason, it sensed a palpitation in the dim light.

That is the sense of smell that it has cultivated in countless life-and-death battles in its hundreds of years of practice.

The six-winged centipede subconsciously raised its front palate, intending to slap it away.

"Phew-"

But there has just been a move.

The cries of phoenixes and chickens piercing through the clouds and cracking stones sounded again.

This time, it almost exploded in its ears.

The six-winged centipede seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and its movements were instantly slowed down countless times.

And then......

It looked at the knife, which grew wider and wider in its pupils.

Laugh at!

A crisp sound like cutting paper sounded.

Xiao Shenfeng sank into the depths of its pupils without hindrance.

If you change it to a spear.

At this moment, the head of the six-winged centipede is about to be pierced.

But even so, a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow still came out in the depths of its mind in an instant, and it roared wildly in pain.

A huge body, twisting desperately on the ground.

How many years.

It's completely unrememberable.

It's been a long time since I've been seriously injured like this.

The six-winged centipede has a shell like armor, invulnerable, and has six wings, flying to the sky.

Even if it was the corpse king, it couldn't hurt it.

It's just that it doesn't have a problem with the other party.

It has only one weak point.

That's the eyes.

Chen Yulou knows this well.

Unleashing the Angry Chicken to suppress its ferocity is also for this moment.

OK.

It turned out to be good!

"This, Brother Chen......"

"The power of the shopkeeper!"

Seeing that the old demon suddenly fell into madness, everyone who hid his body through the darkness exhaled loudly, with an incredible face.

Even the partridge whistle is amazed.

At the moment when the six-winged centipede appeared.

His mind almost sank to the bottom.

One or two...... A full six wings.

It is rumored that snakes, insects, centipedes, and scorpions want to give birth to such wings, and it takes hundreds of years of penance to grow one.

And this old centipede turned out to be three pairs of six.

Doesn't it mean that it has been practicing at least six or seven hundred years under this bottle mountain?

In addition, it will take at least a hundred years to open the spiritual intelligence.

That adds up to 800 years.

The legendary Peng Zu also lived to this age.

For a moment, Partridge Whistle only felt like falling into an ice cave.

Such a big demon, he doesn't know how to kill it?

But......

Now this scene.

But it lifted his heart and rekindled the fire of hope.

That's right.

And fire.

Partridge Whistle leaned over to see the six-winged centipede, which had lost one eye, only concerned about the severe pain, but ignoring the fire outside it.

Just in case.

Chen Yulou buried more than a dozen barrels of oil.

In this short period of time.

The entire hall was engulfed in flames.

Even hiding on the six or seven meter-high temple beams, the partridge whistle only felt a monstrous fire rushing towards him.

The six-winged centipede in it was burned and roared incessantly.

"Brother Dao, do it."

"Don't give it a chance to survive!"

Partridge Whistle is still losing her mind.

There was already a cold drink in my ears.

Suddenly pulled his mind back from the fugue world.

Look sideways.

I saw that Chen Yulou's gentle face was as cold as frost at the moment.

Especially those clear and transparent eyes, there is an amazing killing intent.

He asked himself how many years he had been walking the rivers and lakes.

The murderous aura raised is already deep enough.

But at this moment, a glimpse of it made him can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

But.

But he didn't dare to think about it now.

If such an old demon who has practiced for hundreds or thousands of years is killed so easily, it will inevitably be too underestimated.

Between words.

Chen Yulou had already cast a swallowtail, stepped on the roof beam at the top of the hall, and stepped lightly on the highest courtyard wall.

Seeing this, the partridge whistle lifted his robe and slapped it vigorously on the waist and abdomen.

All I heard was a click.

It's as if I've touched something.

A barb splashed with cold light suddenly shot out from under the robe and sank into the rock wall, and his whole body jumped like a bird, crossing the air and landing on the other side.

The moment he landed.

Chen Yulou glanced at it from afar.

Under the robe lifted by the wind, there is clearly a leather armor, I don't know what it is made of.

Shoulders, elbows, knees, and between the waist and abdomen.

You can faintly see the steel nail groove, in which the barbs are hidden.

Digging beetle.

A few words slowly came to his mind.

Another weapon to move mountains.

It is worthy of being one of the most mysterious inverted fighting sects in the world, and the background of moving mountains is far beyond the imagination of the world.

Even though it is a faction that is famous for its weapons.

It is also difficult to make such a precise object.

Knock Knock Knock –

The two of them stood in their bearings.

Behind him, there was a burst of dense footsteps like rain.

There is no need to look back, Chen Yulou also knows that it is Kunlun and others.

None of the people in the group talked nonsense, and each looked for the most suitable position to stand.

The sky-high flames reflected the cold and fierce faces.

Among them, the old foreigners are the most agile.

A big bow on his back didn't affect his figure at all, and he didn't even need a sharp weapon like a mountain climber.

With just one hand, he climbed into a crack in the blink of an eye.

The quiver thrust into the ground.

Then he set up his bow, drew three arrows, and fastened them to the bowstring.

Almost no need to aim.

Finger pull.

A buzzing bang exploded out of thin air.

Three iron arrows also pierced the night and shot at the six-winged centipede in the sea of fire.

Listen to the oppressive sound of string control.

Rao is Chen Yulou, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

His eyes narrowed slowly, following the three cold rays.

Knock knock!

Time in the blink of an eye.

The iron arrows have broken through the air.

A one-eyed six-winged centipede stabbed away, but unfortunately, now it has already developed twelve points of caution, and before the cold light arrived, it was slapped away by its palate.

Two arrows remained.

Although the accumulation is fierce and fierce.

Enough to wear gold and stone.

But only two shallow white marks were left on the pitch-black carapace of the six-winged centipede.

"So hard?"

Chen Yulou's brows furrowed.

He doubted that this old demon had been in Bottle Mountain for hundreds of years, and whether he had spent all his time polishing this body.

But.

No matter how thick the shield is, there are times when it is pierced.

If not.

That must be that there aren't enough guns.

And he, Chen Yulou, as the real soil emperor of Sanxiang and Four Waters, is the most important thing to lack is a gun!

With a wave of his hand.

In the night behind him, there was a sudden commotion.

Dozens of Changsheng Mountain elites walked out of the cracks in the mountains, holding spears one by one, with amazing momentum and murderous spirit.

"Call Lao Tzu."

"Broken its tortoise shell!"