Chapter Eighty-Three: Wishful Thinking
Huang Yuntao described Luo Yan's killing of Jiang Fengming to Zhuang Shiming in detail, and after the latter heard the scene when Luo Yan used the broken sword, he guessed that it might be the Swift Slash he was looking for.
After knowing where Xun Ting's beheading was, Zhuang Shiming had a wishful thinking, in order to prevent the news from spreading, he actually accepted Huang Yuntao as a disciple and stayed in the sect.
Of course, in order to grab the credit, he didn't report the news, but from this moment on, he began to look for people who could enter the secret realm again after a hundred years, and he didn't want this treasure to sleep in it forever.
And Huang Yuntao changed the courtyard even more unexpectedly.
In the endless white desert, a young man in tattered clothes, raised his long sword, and slashed a black-tailed scorpion that attacked him.
In the past month, Luo Yan has lost count of how many of these scorpions with mid-stage foundation building cultivation he have killed.
Ever since he had been teleported here, the scorpion had been the only living creature he had ever seen.
The whole desert, with no end in sight, seemed to be covered with a thick layer of snow, white and cloudy, only the black tail of this scorpion, which looked so dazzling in the sunlight.
And this extremely poisonous scorpion, usually they hide themselves in the white sand, and only when they are ready to attack, will they raise their black tails and come to the sand.
Every time Luo Yan killed one, he threw the corpse into the Qiankun bag.
On this day, he slew another black-tailed scorpion, put the body away, and walked up to a sand dune.
Looking into the distance, I saw a green tree more than two feet high in the distance, and there was a feeling of a little red in the green bush, but here the green turned white, and the red was replaced by green.
He came to the tree and saw that the leaves were the size of a palm, with curled edges, and near the trunk were three fist-sized red fruits, with strange runes on the skin.
After looking closely, I still don't know what it is.
Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there is a long stretch of white sand, without any vegetation, and this tree can grow and bear fruit in such a harsh environment, which is nothing but extraordinary.
Luo Yan thought like this in his heart, so he picked one and ate it.
After the red fruit enters the mouth, a stream of sweetness flows into the throat, and then exudes a scorching power in the body.
He suddenly felt as if his body was on fire, and the realm that had been stagnant on the fifth layer of the foundation began to loosen, and soon a vision appeared in the sky.
Before the vision of heaven and earth was fully revealed, Luo Yan carved out a space in the Qiankun bag and transplanted the entire tree into the Qiankun bag along with the white sand.
He may have been addicted to searching for heavenly treasures in Haixin Palace, and now as long as he sees something he doesn't know, he can take everything he can take away, and he can't take it away, and he can't take it away.
After doing this, he began to prepare for the breakthrough.
As the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi continued to gather, a funnel formed above his head, swirling and instilling into his body.
At this moment, the robe on Luo Yan's body had been torn, and a fiery red mysterious rune was swimming in his body, and everywhere he went, it flowed towards the magma in his body, and the heart-rending pain made him keep roaring, and it spread far away in the empty desert.
The feeling that life was worse than death again and again made his face a little hideous, like a fierce demon beast running wildly on the white desert.
This state lasted for seven days, and when he regained his composure, Xiu Wei was already standing firmly on the sixth layer of the foundation building period.
Feeling the changes in his body for a while, Luo Yan grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth, and said to himself, "This fruit is really a good thing." Then he jumped excitedly, landed and continued to walk forward.
On this day, a black-tailed scorpion had just raised its black tail and was killed by Luo Yan with a sword.
When he threw the corpse into the Qiankun bag, the gold inside opened its big mouth, and devoured the delicious food thrown in with a look of no refusal.
Luo Yan looked at it with a smile on his face, and before his divine sense could withdraw from the Qiankun bag, he heard a scream not far away.
He hurriedly looked for prestige, and on the white sand, he saw five or six people escorting a woman in yellow running towards this side.
The men looked back as they ran, and soon they were in front of them, and even after such a short distance, two of them had their faces blackened and collapsed.
The woman who was being guarded seemed to only have a ninth-level cultivation of Qi training, wearing a white veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she was tall and tall, and her skin was also very fair, but on the white jade arm, there was a black spot the size of a fist, and black blood was flowing out of it, dripping on the white sand grains, which was particularly conspicuous.
When the woman saw Luo Yan, she motioned for him to flee quickly, and there were only four people left around her, and they all signaled him to leave quickly.
Luo Yan looked in the direction they were running from, and there were more than a dozen black dots rapidly approaching this side.
After recognizing that it was the black-tailed scorpion chasing these people, he held the green dragon sword in his hand and killed the black dots.
In less than ten breaths, more than a dozen scorpions in the foundation building period have all turned into corpses.
When the woman in white saw the change in front of her, she was first overjoyed, then frowned, and said to Luo Yan: "There is also a scorpion in the early stage of the Yudan, Uncle Qu has been injured, and it won't take long, let's run quickly, otherwise Uncle Qu will ......"
Before she could finish her sentence, a huge black-tailed scorpion chased after her.
Luo Yan looked up and saw that there was still a person's thigh on the front clip of this big guy.
When the girl in yellow saw this scene, she cried bitterly.
Among the remaining four people beside her, a man with a fat figure actually left the girl and fled in panic after seeing the black-tailed scorpion of the Yudan period chasing after her.
It's a pity that before he could run ten steps, he fell headlong, and a black thorn was inserted in his back, killing him on the spot.
Luo Yan saw that this scorpion in the early stage of the knot pill was extremely fast, and he was worried that it would kill others again, so he immediately provoked more than three zhang, brandished his long sword and slashed directly at its big clamp.
With a thud, his sword was flicked off and his body fell to Scorpio's abdomen.
At such a close distance, Scorpio didn't want to let go, his two front clips were raised high, and he was about to come to Luo Yantong.
Suddenly, a flash of multicolored light flashed, and a golden sword pierced the scorpion's chest, shattering its body to pieces, leaving only two large clips and a tail fin.
Then, the sound of the dragon's roar resounded in the empty desert and spread in all directions.
This was the second time Luo Yan had used the Haixin Dragon Yin Sword, and at the moment when the Qinglong Sword was bounced off, he took out this god-level weapon, infused all his true qi and stabbed it out with a sword.
What he didn't expect was that the power of this sword this time was much greater than last time.
After killing the Knot Stage Scorpion, Luo Yan put away its core and looked at the other four.
At this time, the girl in the yellow dress was stunned, and the other three were even more stunned, and it took a long time for the girl to come to her senses, and hurriedly saluted and said, "Thank you seniors for saving your life." ”