The beetle people, the outer sand dunes.

Many monks looked into the distance in horror, and the thousand thunder vortex in the sky made their hearts throb, and a sense of insignificance arose.

and the giant hand, which makes people feel chilled and powerless to resist.

On the high mountain, a man in red stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the horizon in the distance. Seeing that the hideous tiger-footed beast was crushed by the thunder giant hand, the man's eyes were full of horror, and he only felt a chill down his back.

This person is Chi Haoran, at this moment, his red clothes are stained with blood, and the whole person is gray and extremely embarrassed.

"What the hell is going on over there?" Chi Haoran opened his eyes wide, looking at the land of sand dunes far away, and was speechless for a long time.

It didn't take long for his face to change greatly, his brows furrowed, and he gritted his teeth and scolded, "His uncle's is chasing after him again!"

He didn't look back, his figure shook, and he left quickly.

In the ancient battlefield, a certain ruined and ruined temple, the walls collapsed, the old spider silk wrapped around the four corners, and the ground was full of thick dust. In the center, there is a stone jade platform, and the light shining down from the top makes this stone jade platform look extremely dazzling.

Ruoxi sat cross-legged in the center of the jade platform, looking at the half-open dilapidated gate in front of him, his eyebrows were deeply locked, full of worry, "The life pattern is extremely dim, something happened to the son!"

She staggered to her feet and sped towards the door. But as soon as she came to the jade platform, a transparent curtain appeared and bounced her away, falling back to the spot, and blood slid from the corners of her mouth.

In the middle of the garden, there is an ancient bluestone, surrounded by flowers in full bloom, fragrant.

Hu Ji'er sat cross-legged on the bluestone, practicing. Suddenly, his heart throbbed, and he was caught off guard, spurting blood, and fell to the ground, his face haggard.

She clutched her chest and looked into the distance, flustered, not knowing what had happened!

Ancient Space, the Land of Dunes. Wu Chen fell to the ground and was already unconscious.

The zenith thunder giant hand dissipated, and the thunder vortex slowly shrank and disappeared. The scorching sun reappeared, baking the earth.

In mid-air, the Great Elder stood for a long time. Looking down at Wu Chen on the sand, he stepped down, came to Wu Chen's side, carried him, and walked towards the ancient castle.

All the people around who had originally submitted to the Second Elder lowered their heads to give way, and they were terrified in their hearts and did not dare to raise their heads.

Underground, the altar of the beetle people, surrounded by gemstones, the halo is hazy. Wu Chen was lying on the crystal stone in front of him, unconscious.

Below, the Great Elder, Ji Lingying and the others had heavy faces. Looking at Wu Chen, who was lying on the crystal stone and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the Great Elder lowered his eyes, touched his beard, and fell into deep thought.

It's not too much, as if a decision has been made, let everyone retreat, leaving only Beetle Lingying.

"Grandpa, how should this be, if the clan spirit dies, my beetle human race will also be wiped out!"

The Great Elder of the Beetle Human Clan pulled his beard, pulled it out hard, plucked out a few whiskers, and sighed: "Now I can only use that half of the spiritual vein, and I don't know if I can save him." ”

The Great Elder pressed his hand to the ground, and a layer of ripples appeared on the ground. The five fingers were bent into claws and jerked upward, only to see the light blue light shining on the stone slab below. The small snake with a faint blue halo all over its body came out and appeared under the claws of the Great Elder, coiling its body. His eyes were clouded, and he stared blankly at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder looked at the little snake and sighed to himself, "In the past, I guarded you with the Mortal Race, and you also let my Mortal Race persist for so many years and avoid the disaster of extermination. But now, the beetle people can't hold out for long, and they can only send you out for the sake of the beetle people. ”

The Great Elder of the Beetle Human Race raised his hand and sent it lightly, and the light blue snake swam towards Wu Chen on the crystal stone platform in front of him, submerging into his body.

The spirit vein snake drilled into Wu Chen's inner mansion, only to see that in Wu Chen's inner mansion, the golden pill was dry and wrinkled, and there were cracks. And the crack seems to be a little bigger, and there is no spiritual power in the entire inner mansion.

The little snake in the spiritual vein was groggy and drilled into the Wuchen Jindan, but saw that the Jindan was extremely fast and full, steaming with blue light. At this moment, Wu Chen's forehead and brows trembled slightly.

When the Great Elder and Ji Lingying saw this scene, they were full of joy, "It seems to be effective." ”

The beetle human race has a special physique, and its consciousness can't go out, so the Great Elder, whose strength is similar to that of the Transformation God Realm, doesn't know the situation in Wu Chen's body. Seeing Wu Chen's brows trembling slightly, he thought that the spiritual veins were effective for him and were about to come to his senses.

But at this moment, Wu Chen's face was flushed with pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This change made the Great Elder and Ji Lingying panic, "What's going on?"

Wu Chen's inner mansion, the spiritual vein snake entered, so that the spiritual power in the golden pill was instantly filled. The spiritual power was still spreading from the small snake's body, and the cracks of the golden pill were slowly expanded by the blue light. With a soft sound, Wu Chen's Jindan exploded, the entire inner mansion was shattered, and then the meridians of the whole body were also mashed. Fortunately, Wu Chen's physique is strong, so it didn't explode, and all of his body turned into meat paste except for the skeleton.

Outside, the Great Elder and the Elder Lingying saw Wu Chen's whole body trembling, full of doubts and anxiety.

Seeing Wu Chen open his mouth, blood foam spurted out. The Great Elder and the beetle Lingying were dumbfounded, it was originally a good intention, but it became a bad thing?

The huge pain made Wu Chen's sleeping remnant soul wake up, and at the sea of gods, the almost transparent Wu Chen opened his eyes tiredly, dim.

When his consciousness sensed the situation in his body, Wu Chen wanted to cry without tears.

At this moment, there was a piece of flesh in the body, and in the flesh, a small light blue snake curled up, as if it had been asleep.

Even Wu Chen's powerful repair function was at a loss, and he didn't know how to comb and repair it in the face of a mess of meat puree.

Just when Wu Chen was at a loss, the immortal light in his bones suddenly appeared, gradually elongated, and formed a meridian in his body. The immortal spectrum shone, and the little snake with the spirit vein gradually elongated, turning into another meridian. Then the war pattern on the arm was also pulled and turned into a strange meridian.

At this time, Wu Chen's body was extremely strange, only supported by three meridians, but he exuded great strength and was as strong as a man. The other meat purees are also slowly combed, and the whole person is rejuvenated.

Just as the Great Elder was about to step forward to check, Wu Chen sat up suddenly, his face pale, and his eyes were scattered.

Seeing this, the Great Elder paused and was overjoyed, "Lord Clan Spirit, are you awake?"

Wu Chen looked sideways at the Great Elder, speechless, he was like this, didn't he wake up?

Without any words, there are only three meridians in his body at this moment, and the inner mansion is gone, so he must be unable to cultivate his spirit!

What frightened Wu Chen even more was that his soul was passing little by little. Presumably, within half a year, the soul will disappear completely.

Wu Chen knew that because he had withdrawn his soul and merged into the war paints, he had injured his soul source.

Looking at the Great Elder and the Elder Lingying, Wu Chen waved his hand and said lightly: "I'm tired, you guys go out first!"

Seeing this, the Great Elder and Yin Lingying thought that Wu Chen needed to breathe, so they bowed down and retreated.

Wu Chenmu looked at the crystal platform and sighed secretly, could it be that he could only wait for death?

Thinking of the oath he had made to the woman in the Beast Domain, his eyes shone brightly.

"No, I'm going to see you again alive!"

"I want to see you again, even if it's just a glance!"

Now, his soul may not be able to support him for half a year, and he will be wiped out. And this ancient space, I don't know how to get out. The only way now is to stabilize the speed of soul flow.

Looking at the faint arc of his soul's eyebrows, the cold light in Wu Chen's eyes condensed.

"I want to see you, what about becoming a demon!"

On the periphery of the land of sand dunes, all around, in the mountains with mountains and mountains, there is a lot of life.

In the depths of the mountains, people are coming to the sand dunes one after another. There must have been a treasure born that day, and the beast should be the spirit that guards the treasure. Now that the beast has been destroyed, the hearts of many monks have been stirred.

In the middle of the dunes, underground, in a huge square.

The Great Elder of the Beetle Race stood on the high platform in front of him, looked at the people of the Beetle Race below, and shouted: "Now that the clan spirit has been found, the fate of our clan is about to change, and there is no need to hide in this deserted place." ”

"And now, there is news that many outsiders have rushed to the area of our beetle human race, and their hearts can be punished. You wait to get out as soon as possible, kill them all, and don't disturb the clan spirit cultivation. ”

The Great Elder's eyes showed murderous intent, and his voice resounded through the ground.

"Wait," At this moment, Wu Chen walked slowly from behind everyone, followed by Ji Lingying. After a few days of fine-tuning, his complexion was much better.

When all the beetles saw Wu Chen coming, they all gave way, extremely respectful.

Wu Chen came to the Great Elder, and the Great Elder hurriedly walked down the stone platform and bowed deeply to Wu Chen, "Lord Clan Spirit!"

Nodding slightly, Wu Chen said, "I heard Lingying say that now that a monk is coming, Great Elder, this matter will be handled by me!"

"This," the Great Elder was full of worries, and said quickly, "How can this be done, just leave this matter to my Clan Clan's son, why bother the Clan Spirit Lord to do it himself." ”

Wu Chen waved his hand, "It's okay!" and walked out as he spoke.

The Great Elder looked at Wu Chen's back, shook his head helplessly, and let Xie Lingying follow as well.

The sun is blazing, and the land of the dunes is golden.

Wu Chen stood on the sandy slope, followed by the wild and beautiful beetle Lingying.

Looking ahead, Wu Chen's eyes were resolute. Now, although he doesn't have an inner house, his body, the meridians of fairy spirit beasts gather, so that Wu Chen has great confidence and is not afraid of enemies. Looking at this situation, it was like opening another path of cultivation.

In the past few days, Wu Chen has also tried, and he can extract the spiritual power of the Lingluo, but as for the trace of immortal power in the Xianluo, he can't move, it seems that he is not qualified yet.

Wu Chen is still a great consummation of the battle body, but at this moment, he believes that except for the Holy Sons, he is not afraid of other Yudan monks.

Even if he met the Hehuan Holy Son again, Wu Chen felt that he could also fight with it.

It's just that his soul is still terrifyingly transparent, but it is the pitch-black shadow below that makes Wu Chen surprised.

Cultivating the spirit, Wu Chen didn't want to give up, after all, he didn't know if he could break through to become an immortal in his own system.

Looking at the vast yellow sand in the distance, Wu Chen's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Beeta Lingying was behind him, her head lowered, and she didn't dare to say anything!

Light car calligraphy, disappear quickly. This car calligraphy technique does not require spiritual power, it relies on perception. At this moment, Wu Chen's perception of car calligraphy is one step closer, and in a moment, there is no trace.

In the land of sand dunes, many monks sat on the sand, looking at the vast sea of sand, miserable.

Among them, a big man was bare-chested and exposed, and his whole body was sweaty. wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and scolded, "What the hell is it, it doesn't look like a treasure!"

After complaining, he pointed to a tall and thin man next to him and shouted, "You, why don't you get over here and fan the master!"

The tall, thin man was ordinary-looking, nodding and running over. He took out the folding fan from the storage bag and fanned the big man hard.

"Grandma's, it's such a waste with so little strength!" the big man kicked the tall and thin man and spat at the mouth.

The man flew upside down, landed on the sand in the distance, rolled around a few times, and then stopped, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, everyone pointed at him, covered their stomachs and laughed, and mockery was on their faces. And the man was not angry, but slowly got up, and stood aside only in promise, not daring to speak.

His name is cuttlefish, a small sect in the Xuanling Continent, a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, and his qualifications are average.

And this time he came to the ancient battlefield because he made a bet with his rival in love that if he could walk out of the ancient space alive, his rival would no longer entangle his sister!