Chapter 232: The Life of the Little Scorpion

In mid-air, the clear and flickering demon pill flew back upside down and flew directly into the mouth of the remnant of the iron-winged black scorpion, but after this blow, the iron-winged black scorpion, which was already in tatters and almost ran out of oil, looked much more sluggish, and the light in the compound eyes also dimmed, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.

At the same time, Shen Shi's body slammed into the stone wall opposite in the distance with a "bang", and then fell, flipped in a piece of dirty flesh and blood, and there was no movement, but not long after, above this pit, a low roar suddenly sounded, and a black shadow flew down, and landed in front of Shen Shi's body with a "poof".

Blood splashed everywhere, and it was a small black pig, blocking in front of Shen Shi, facing the iron-winged black scorpion on that side, which was still much bigger than it although most of its body had been blown away, baring its teeth and baring its fangs, letting out an angry roar. However, perhaps because the Iron Winged Black Scorpion was too high and too strong, although Xiao Hei was eager to protect the master, he didn't dare to rush forward, but just stood in front of Shen Shi, looking very nervous, staring at the Iron Wing Black Scorpion.

The iron-winged black scorpion glanced coldly at Xiao Hei's side, and there was still no change in its cold gaze, but it seemed to have really reached the point of exhaustion, so it didn't pay attention to Xiao Hei anymore. This powerful and tenacious fifth-order demon beast, after lying on the spot for a while, for some reason, still stoic and refused to give up and refuse to die, but slowly turned around with difficulty, to be precise, it used the only remaining chelicera, slowly scratched the flesh fragments around it, and slowly turned its damaged head in one direction.

Its gaze slowly turned to the small hole that had been hidden deep underground, and then covered by countless fragments of flesh and blood, and landed on the black egg in the hole.

"Click, Click, Click......"

A clear and strange sound suddenly came from the small hole, as if something was pounding on the wall, and if you listened closely, it seemed like a newborn chick was breaking its shell.

The black egg shook slowly and suddenly.

Then on the black eggshell, suddenly a thin slit opened, and then another, the subtle but continuous sound kept beating and echoing, and the black eggshell began to tremble. Then, suddenly, a crisp sound came from the top of the eggshell, and with a "snap", a piece of the eggshell cracked, revealing a small opening, and from the black egg, a small chelicera stretched out.

In the compound eyes of the iron-winged black scorpion, at this time, there was a strange change for the first time, and the cold that seemed to be eternal and unchanging dissipated like melting snow, and was replaced by a gentle anticipation emotion. Its huge chelicera, which was the only remaining, slowly moved over the black egg, and gently touched the small chelicerae that had just broken out of the shell.

From a distance, although the two are very different in volume, the shape of the two chelicerae is extremely similar.

The gentle touch seemed to be incredibly gentle, unbelievably appearing on the terrifying demon beast of the Iron Winged Black Scorpion, and the contents of the eggshell seemed to be encouraged, and the sound of breaking the shell became more and more rapid and dense.

"Click, click, click, click......"

The black eggshell kept shaking and being turned upside down, and some of the fragments fell and fell into the stained blood, which was immediately dyed with a bloody bright red color, as if to indicate that the life that had just broken out of the shell was stained with red blood from the beginning.

As the eggshell hole increased, the small chelicerae finally stretched out, and then soon another almost identical chelicerae broke through the eggshell next to it and stretched out, and then, the two chelicerae grabbed those eggshells that were quite strong, and the subtle sound of "sizzle" came out of the eggshell, and suddenly the black shadow flashed, and a small figure suddenly broke out of the shell and climbed on top of the black egg.

It was a small black scorpion, the scorpion tail scorpion shell and even the head were very similar to the iron-winged black scorpion, even on the back of the newborn and tender, there were actually two small black wings that were close to the body, which looked like an iron-winged black scorpion that had shrunk countless times.

The little scorpion was lying on top of the black egg, looking a little tired, but soon raised its head and squeaked a few times at the iron-winged black scorpion not far away, and its two small chelicerae also stretched out into the air, trembling and waving slightly.

The gaze of the iron-winged black scorpion became more and more dim, but at this time, the gentle gaze had completely replaced the original coldness, it quietly looked at the newborn scorpion, and its mouth trembled as if it wanted to make some words, but before it could speak, its body shook suddenly, and it almost fell down.

The huge chelicera leaned in and grabbed the stone wall next to the small hole, and the iron-winged black scorpion barely supported itself. The movement was a bit loud, and the noise seemed to startle the little scorpion and shrink back.

The iron-winged black scorpion leaned against the stone wall, seeming to catch its breath for a moment, and then slowly stretched out its only huge chelicerae and leaned towards the little scorpion. The huge limb with a deep black faint and a little red seemed to be able to break the little scorpion to pieces as long as it moved slightly, but in the surrounding sea of blood, the chelicerae looked strangely gentle and gentle, it gently landed on the little scorpion's body, and stroked it slowly.

From its head to its body, it is as soft as a gust of wind, and like a human mother holding her beloved child, so joyful and loving.

The cacophony ......sound sounded again, but this time from the remains of the iron-winged black scorpion, which seemed to be unable to help itself, and slid down a little more, scraping a piece of rubble from the hard stone wall.

This sound caused the little black pig in the distance, who was very vigilant and nervous, to let out a roar at the same time.

The iron-winged black scorpion ignored the little pig over there, it slowly lowered its head, and its eyes never left the little scorpion, and after a while, it suddenly opened its mouth, and a soft ball of light flickered for a while, then converged, and turned into a bright, soft and smooth round pill, and fell.

Of course, this is the demon pill that the Iron Wing Black Scorpion has gathered and cultivated for an unknown number of years in his life.

From the side, this demon pill was obviously larger than the demon pill that Shen Shi found in this piece of flesh and blood before, and at the same time, the pill body was round and bright, flawless, like an incomparably bright pearl, instantly gathering all the light around it. And what's even more bizarre is that there is a cloud of phantom slowly flowing in this demon pill, and from a distance, it looks like a red scorpion holding a bright red vermilion fruit, which appears and disappears in the demon pill.

When the light flowed, this demon pill quickly fell in front of the little scorpion, the little scorpion looked a little confused and dazed, but as if out of instinct, it stretched out its two small chelicera, which were still young, grabbed the demon pill, and hugged it to its chest.

There was a hint of satisfaction and relief in the eyes of the iron-winged black scorpion, and its head suddenly tilted, and it slid down a few feet on the edge of the stone wall, and a bunch of small stones were hung down again. It's just that it still seems to be attached to something, and its eyes are getting darker and darker, and it doesn't want to close it.

The only chelicera it had was holding on to the stone wall seemed to be the last time to shield it, and then its strength seemed to dissipate inexorably from the broken demon body, it became weaker and weaker, and its once invincible head leaned against the hard stone wall, slowly sliding down again and again.

The shattered stones fell with a screeching sound, like a wail. The little scorpion looked at the iron-winged black scorpion beside him, and suddenly screamed, and his voice was particularly poignant. And right in front of its eyes, the huge chelicera hung down and smashed on the ground with a "bang", like a mountain of collapsed gold, like an inverted jade pillar, like the sky and the earth cracked, and as dark as the sky and the earth.

The pair of compound eyes finally closed slowly, there was no more light, the huge head hung down weakly, and fell heavily on the stone wall with a "bang", and then "all of them" scraped and touched the hard stone wall, rolled down, and finally smashed down in the sea of broken flesh and blood with a "bang".

Tossing like waves, quietly disappearing.

Eventually, there was no peace.

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The little scorpion lying on the eggshell, holding the magical and brilliant demon pill, with a hint of dazedness, watched the iron-winged black scorpion fall down like this in front of him.

It stood motionless for a moment, then slowly crawled down the eggshell, and the middle one accidentally slipped and fell into the bloody water on the ground with a "poof". The little scorpion's movements were a little awkward and inflexible, and that was because its two most important chelicerae seemed to be instinctive, and they had been holding the demon pill tightly.

Bright red blood stained its newborn little body, and it struggled forward in the blood, slowly crawling to the side of the dead iron-winged black scorpion, and let out two low screams, as if calling for something.

But there was no response, no response.

In the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, there is nothing else except corpses.

The little scorpion slowly quieted down, as if he was beginning to accept his situation, although there was still some confusion and fear, but it was still a little reluctant and nostalgic, and after constantly looking back at the corpse of the iron-winged black scorpion, he turned around and began to crawl outside.

The pieces of flesh and blood in that direction seemed to be more and thicker, and the little scorpion was holding the demon pill and crawling forward, as if he wanted to get under the pieces of flesh and blood, and hide for the time being.

In the pit, there was silence, and the little black pig in the distance was obviously relieved after the death of the iron-winged black scorpion, and at this time he put all his energy on Shen Shi, who had passed out, and kept licking his face, as if he wanted to wake him up through this method, and didn't pay attention to the little scorpion here.

And around, there seemed to be nothing but pieces of dirty blood, and the little scorpion would soon be able to burrow into the shadows of the pile of flesh over there.

However, at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The pillar of light that fell from the sky suddenly dimmed, as if it was suddenly obscured by a shadow.

The little scorpion looked up in astonishment, and saw that the darkness was falling rapidly like night, and in the darkness as deep as eternal night, a bright light flashed in the depths of its pupils.

It was a spirit sword, with the sound of wind from a high place, piercing straight down through the void, and behind the sword body, it was Zhong Qingzhu's figure.

She was like an arrow from the string, speeding down, breaking through the bloody qi, and the spirit sword even emitted a piercing whistling, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, blood water churned, and a sharp shout was instantly released.

"Boom!"

She landed directly in the blood, filthy blood staining her dress, and she ignored it, her bright eyes staring straight down, she grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and thrust it down, and a sword pierced the little scorpion through the chest, nailing it to the hard ground.

The little scorpion screamed and rolled, but couldn't get rid of the terrible blade, the two chelicera trembled and spasmed, and could no longer hold the demon pill, and rolled weakly into the pool of blood with a "poof", and then the whole small body curled up, trembling on the cold blade, struggling in pain.

And then slowly die like that.

A warm clear light, blooming in the pool of blood, flashing with a soft light, in the depths of that light, a small red scorpion hugged the bright vermilion fruit, still gently floating and circulating, like a dream, like a scorpion's short life.

The brilliance lit up, reflecting the surrounding bloody red, reflected in Zhong Qingzhu's bright and clear eyes, and it did not disperse for a long time.