The battle continued, and the sound of the impact of magic weapons, the roar of demon beasts, and some chaotic sounds all drilled into Li Xuangang's ears.

On the other side, the huge body of the frog was pushing him to fall rapidly, and Li Xuangang subconsciously hugged the frog whose life and death were unknown, and did not dare to let go at all.

The sound of the wind was in his ears, and the long hair on his back was blown around by the rapid falling wind, and he turned his head to look down, and below was an abyss with no end in sight.

The speed is declining faster and faster, and Li Xuangang must find a way to get out of the current predicament. He really didn't expect that he would be able to encounter such a thing, and he stood there in a good manner, and as a result, disaster fell from the sky.

And his hands holding the frog were slippery and greasy, and they were full of bright red blood, which made him have to use both hands and feet to ensure that he would not be separated from the frog.

The various wounds on this frog's body were very terrifying, and Li Xuangang found that its body, which was about ten zhang long, was covered with large and small wounds, many of which in his opinion were enough to be fatal.

He thought: This frog must have experienced an unusually fierce battle before, otherwise it wouldn't be in the current situation.

After looking at Qingjiao's torso, he looked at Jiaoshou again and found that the latter's eyes were closed and there was no sign of waking up, which made Li Xuangang breathe a sigh of relief.

The speed of decline is getting faster and faster, and in such a short period of time, Li Xuangang has not come up with any way to get out of this predicament. He could only take the refining corpse back to the Nayin gourd first, and then climbed to the back of the frog himself, thinking that even if he fell, this frog could make a buffer underneath.

But at the same time, Li Xuangang also knew that this was just his way of comforting himself, this abyss didn't know how deep it was, even if there was this frog under him, he had almost no chance of survival.

The cultivation during the Qi refining period could not support the monk's flight of imperial qi, and Li Xuangang could only fall with the unconscious Qingjiao.

He couldn't open his eyes from the galloping Gangfeng, and the increasingly obvious sense of weightlessness made Li Xuangang feel a desperate mood from the bottom of his heart.

He tried his best to live in this world, but he didn't expect to meet his end and fall to his death in an abyss in the Hengduan Mountains.

Since the rocks on both sides of this abyss were bare, and there were no trees at all, it was impossible to even help Li Xuangang buffer the speed of the descent.

In the process of falling, Li Xuangang even thought that he could instantly open the Boundary Source Bead to save himself, but his speed at this time was already incredibly fast, he was very sure that there was no difference between falling to the bottom of the cliff and falling into the Boundary Source Space, the difference was only a matter of where he died.

However, despite thinking so, Li Xuangang still decided to open the Boundary Source Space at the last moment to give it a try, and at this time he was no longer worried about whether he would be discovered.

It was getting closer and closer to the bottom of the cliff, and Li Xuangang had already begun to prepare to open the boundary source space, and at this moment, things had a different direction.

Lying on the back of the frog, Li Xuangang looked down, and a white object suddenly appeared in his sight.

It was formed by countless pure white cobwebs layer by layer, and Li Xuangang showed his calmest side in this moment. He knew full well that this might be his only chance to live.

From his eyes, these cobwebs were dense and innumerable, and they connected the rock walls on both sides of the abyss, like a white cloud in Li Xuangang's eyes.

It was most likely the lair of some kind of spider-like monster, he thought.

But time was running out for Li Xuangang, and he had to calm himself down in a very short time and think about the measures that were most likely to save his life.

Li Xuangang's first resort was to cast the Blood Violence Technique regardless of spiritual power, which made his physical strength temporarily reach the strongest state that could be achieved at this stage. Then, he clung to the sideburns on the frog's back and tried to cover every part of his body behind the frog's body.

The time was too short, and when Li Xuangang finished doing this, he and this frog collided with these cobwebs. He hid behind the frog, closed his eyes, and silently prayed in his heart that the body of this third-order frog was strong enough.

Since they descended so fast, when they crashed into the webs, there was no difference between the silk and the blades.

If Li Xuangang dared to poke out a little bit at this time, then he would immediately be in a different place. buried his head in the sideburns of the frog, and heard the sound of the silk thread breaking around him, which made Li Xuangang both look forward to it and panic.

Although Li Xuangang had tried his best to curl up his body and hide behind the frog, it was inevitable that there would be places exposed, and Li Xuangang, who closed his eyes, felt that a few pieces of flesh and blood on his arms and thighs were gone, and after a while, there were bursts of sharp pain from the wound.

The delicate spider silk was like a knife with an extremely fast handle, which instantly slashed off Li Xuangang's flesh, and after a while, the wound reacted and began to seep blood.

The severe pain made Li Xuangang more awake, and he had already noticed that the speed of himself and the frog Jiao was beginning to slow down, much slower than when they had just landed on the spider's web.

He only hoped that there would be more of these cobwebs and that the body of this frog would be stronger.

If this frog hadn't resisted the cutting of these spider silks for him in front, then Li Xuangang would probably have turned into countless pieces of minced meat.

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Finally, after passing through countless layers of white spider webs, Li Xuangang and this frog were intercepted, and they were glued to the last few spider webs at this time.

Li Xuangang noticed that his body was no longer falling, and he slowly lifted his head from the frog's sideburns and looked at the surrounding environment.

At this time, in addition to the cobwebs that stopped them, there were three or five cobwebs below, and then the bottom of the abyss. Looking down, Li Xuangang could already see the dirt below, which was only more than sixty zhang high from his current position.

After checking his injuries, Li Xuangang found that he was missing a piece of flesh from each arm and right leg. He stopped the bleeding first, then took out two healing pills and took them.

At this time, under him was the frog who helped him avoid this mortal situation.

But just when Li Xuangang stood up tremblingly, thinking about what to do next.

When he turned his head, he found that the frog, which had been beaten half-crippled by the monk and then used as a shield by himself, was actually showing signs of waking up.

Just now, one of the claws of this frog moved, and this scene happened to be seen by Li Xuangang. With a trace of apprehension in his heart, he moved his gaze to Jiao Shou, and sure enough, this frog was not completely dead, and it began to slowly open its eyes.

Li Xuangang jumped up from the body of the frog and landed on the spider web next to him.

He didn't expect that under such a serious injury, this frog could actually wake up. Although this frog is only a third-order lower grade, it has indeed lived up to the bloodline of the dragon, and its body has almost reached the limit of the demon beasts of the same level.

Li Xuangang carefully summoned the refining corpse out, and then took out eight Eight Spider Blue Light Sword from the storage bag, and waited for it.

The frog opened its eyes and found itself in a strange place, surrounded by white silk threads.

It only remembered that it was knocked unconscious on the battlefield by a human monk at the pinnacle of foundation building, and then thrown out by him, but where was it now?

As it gradually regained consciousness, severe pain began to reach its brain throughout its body, and he clearly felt that several of his spine had been broken, and many scales had peeled off on his body. His body was covered with various wounds, many of which were thin and dense lacerations on his abdomen.

It looked up and saw a large hole in the cobwebs "clouds" above, and instantly knew some of what it had experienced after it had passed out.

But who is this weak human being?

Qingjiao turned his head, and his eyes the size of a monk's fist stared at Li Xuangang, who was waiting for him.

Qingjiao felt that the monk in front of him was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but because he had just woken up from a coma from a serious injury, his brain was still in chaos, so he couldn't remember it for a while.

Its injuries were so severe that it didn't even know if it would recover, if it would pass out again the next moment.

Thinking of this, a trace of evil thought flashed in the eyes of this frog, it must deal with the human monk in front of it before it can coma again.

When he saw that this frog showed signs of waking up again, Li Xuangang had already made a plan in his heart, and he decided to strike first.

In the face of a third-order low-grade frog, he originally didn't have any chance of winning, but looking at the current state of this frog, Li Xuangang felt that he might not have a chance to kill it.

Moreover, now he has no other way out than to kill it.

Either kill this frog or be killed by this frog, Li Xuangang has no choice.