Chapter Seventy-Eight: Purple-veined Scorpion

"Xiang'er, I caught another monk when I was patrolling today, he doesn't look very old, when the leader assigns it, I will ask you for more, eat his flesh and blood, and your cultivation will definitely be able to improve a little more." A monster beast with a human upper body and a scorpion on its lower body said.

The one named "Xiang'er" does look a little bit good, but the lower half of his body is the body of a scorpion, and there is a huge stinger swaying behind him.

"Hey, it's still Brother Mu who is good to me, and Xiang'er is grateful. After saying that, he didn't forget to throw a few winks at the man.

Seeing the silky appearance of "Xiang'er", the corner of the man's mouth even drooled.

A dry underground cell.

"This fellow Daoist was also captured by these?" said a middle-aged monk with rough skin at the corners of his mouth that was already a little chapped and his skin was whispering to a young man in white who was meditating in the corner.

Hearing this, the young man in white opened his eyes, revealing a gleam. The young man is none other than Shi Yi, his condition is not very good at this time, his aura is less than one out of ten, and his organs are also quite injured.

Fortunately, taking advantage of the short recovery just now, the aura in his body finally recovered about one percent, and he hurriedly used these aura to stabilize the deteriorating injury, so that it did not deteriorate further.

Shi Yi touched the storage bag on his waist, "It's okay, the storage bag is still there," and he was relieved in his heart.

After a lot of time around, he also glanced at the middle-aged monk, the middle-aged monk's cultivation is not weak, and his cultivation also has six levels of Qi cultivation, but looking at his physical condition, I am afraid that it is not much better than his own.

"This fellow Daoist, is this place?" Shi Yi's voice was still a little weak, he fainted from the shock of his divine consciousness, and he still didn't know where he was?

"It seems that Daoyou has also been hit by this purple-veined scorpion's soul stabbing curse, do you feel extremely painful in your mind?" the middle-aged man said with a sigh.

As soon as I heard him say this, I really felt the situation in my mind, and I saw that the divine consciousness that was originally quite stable had now shrunk by as much as half, and an unbearable feeling of swelling and pain swept through my body.

Shi Yi bit his lip, and a trace of blood flowed into his mouth, and the smell of blood made him sober up a little.

It seems that the most serious thing about himself is not internal injuries and depletion of spiritual energy, these can be slowly recovered, but his divine sense is damaged, which makes Shi Yi's heart feel a little dazed for a while, and he doesn't know what to do.

At the moment, these are not the most important things, the main thing is how to escape from here.

"Purple Scorpion?"

"Hey, it's those second-level demon beasts you saw with a human upper body and a scorpion on the lower body. They are the overlords of the Illusory Flame Desert, living on the monsters in the vicinity, and the monks who pass by often become their favorites. The middle-aged man said.

Hearing this, Shi Yi finally had a general impression in his heart, after his divine sense was damaged, both his memory and thinking ability had decreased a lot.

He remembered that he had already stepped into the Phantom Flame Desert for almost a year, and if he looked at the map left by his master, he was only a small and half way away from leaving the Phantom Flame Desert.

At first, when he first stepped into the Phantom Flame Desert, with his own cultivation of fire attribute exercises, he had some advantages in the terrain of the desert, plus the yang gourd could shield most of the fire and scorching, he did go very smoothly.

It's just that there is almost no life in the Illusory Flame Desert, so in this desert where everything is silent, the most test is the human heart, but when Shi Yi comes from cultivation, the Dao heart is firm, and everything is unswerving.

After enduring a year of silence, Shi Yi finally completed most of the distance in the Phantom Flame Desert, and just when Shi Yi thought that he was lucky enough to be able to get through the Phantom Flame Desert smoothly, and was not affected by the two major disasters of the Phantom Flame Desert and the illusion of the heart, he suddenly encountered three purple-veined scorpions.

At first, the three purple-veined scorpions, the highest cultivation was only the cultivation of the ninth layer of qi training, and the other two were only the cultivation of the seventh layer of qi training, and Shi Yi also suppressed the three purple-veined scorpions for a time with the sharpness of the black and white sword.

But what Shi Yi didn't expect was that there was another purple-veined scorpion with perfect qi training, and when he came up, he didn't give Shi Yi a chance to make a move, and directly from the stinger behind it, an invisible fluctuation stabbed Shi Yi's divine consciousness, as if Shi Yi's divine consciousness was vulnerable in the face of its attack, and he was stunned at once, and before he could resist, he was swept away by its stinger, and he was immediately seriously injured.

Shi Yi endured the pain of his divine sense, and was about to run away with all his might, but not long after he escaped, he was blocked by a purple-veined scorpion in the early stage of foundation building, and was caught by the purple-veined scorpion that caught up when the aura was about to run out after a fight.

Later, as happened in front of me, I was caught in such an unusually dry place.

"Fellow Daoist is lucky, he wasn't eaten when he was caught, so he probably waited to enjoy it while he was waiting for the festival with us!" said the middle-aged monk in a low voice.

"Then I'm really lucky. Shi Yi also smiled bitterly.

"Hehe, if I were a fellow Daoist, I wouldn't think so. The middle-aged monk smiled mysteriously.

"Oh, please ask fellow Daoists to solve my doubts. Shi Yi raised his hand with difficulty and hugged his fist and said.

"Hehe, you don't have to be so polite. The middle-aged man grabbed Shi Yizheng's fist-clasped hand, looked around, and after finding that there was no situation around, he also said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoists, this divine consciousness is damaged, if it is not recovered quickly, it will leave unimaginable damage, and at least it will be completely lost with the Great Dao of Cultivating Immortals. ”

Shi Yi naturally knew that his divine consciousness had been damaged, which had affected his cultivation, but now that he was in the desert, he couldn't help himself, how could he find a way to repair his divine consciousness?

However, seeing this middle-aged man say this, it seems that he is waiting for himself to speak!

"This Taoist friend also knew that his situation was not very good, and he asked the Taoist friend to give advice. Shi Yi suddenly felt dizzy, and gritted his teeth and said.

"This fellow Daoist, it seems that the situation is really not good. Could it be that Daoyou killed a purple-veined scorpion?" The middle-aged man looked at Shi Yi, and his condition was indeed not good.

"No, but there are three purple-veined scorpions that are estimated to be seriously injured, I'm afraid ......" Shi Shi didn't finish his words.

"No wonder, no wonder. The middle-aged man seemed to have guessed himself.

At this moment, Shi Yi was even more confused.

"Fellow Daoists, I don't know, this purple-veined scorpion has a long lifespan, but there are only dozens of purple-veined scorpions in the group for hundreds of years, do you know why?"

"Could it be that the purple-veined scorpion is having difficulty reproducing?" Shi Yi guessed.

"Yes, the purple-veined scorpion can have the strength of the middle stage of foundation building when it reaches adulthood, but in the same way, each adult purple-veined scorpion can only give birth to one in its lifetime, so well, every purple-veined scorpion is regarded as a treasure, and Daoyou killed three purple-veined scorpions at once, nourishing, no wonder they use the Soul Stabbing Spell. The middle-aged man paused and said, "However, because Daoyou has such strength, I plan to tell Daoyou a way to save yourself." ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

"Actually, it's not complicated, it's just that a few trapped monks have already planned to wait until the time of the Purple Scorpion and their festival to escape together. I wonder if you'd like to join?"

Shi Yi didn't speak, carefully considering the pros and cons of his words.

"Okay, I'll join. Shi Yi obviously didn't make the middle-aged man wait too long.

"Daoyou is really a cheerful person. It seems that it is also a wise move for me to win over fellow Daoists. The middle-aged man said.

"Please also tell you one or two in detail. ”

"The Purple Scorpion Clan holds a festival every hundred years, and in addition to the necessary allocation of resources, it selects potential offspring to cultivate. At that time, more than eighty percent of the purple-veined scorpions will rush there, and the guards here in the cell will be the weakest, and we will have to escape before the last sacrifice of the festival, and it is estimated that it will become a sacrifice if it is late. The middle-aged man said with a sigh.

"Oh, I wonder how sure you are?" Shi Yi asked.

"Less than fifty percent. The middle-aged man said truthfully.

"Less than fifty percent?"

"Fellow Daoists know that less than one in a hundred monks who are caught in the Purple Scorpion Clan can escape, and this festival is our greatest opportunity. The middle-aged man added.

Shi Yi nodded, obviously agreeing with the middle-aged man's words.

"However, Daoist friends still recover as soon as possible, there is less than a month left before the festival, otherwise even if they can escape from the cell, I am afraid they will not be able to leave the desert. The middle-aged man said one more word.

"I would like to ask you a question. Shi Yi said.

"Oh, Daoyou, but it doesn't hurt to say. The middle-aged man said.

"Why is Daoyou willing to inform you of this plan, I'm afraid it's not worth the risk of Daoyou in the current situation. ”

"Hehe, the first time I saw Daoyou, I felt that Daoyou's strength was not bad, and from Daoyou's mouth, I confirmed my guess, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?"

Shi Yi naturally didn't believe what he said, but although Shi Yi promised to cooperate, Shi Yi would also depend on the situation.

"I won't hinder Daoist friends from resting. With that, the middle-aged man walked to another corner and meditated.

Shi Yi looked around and found that there were many cells with monks like him, many of whom cast glances at him, but Shi Yi also ignored them.

When you return to the place where you are meditating, close your eyes so that the pain in your mind is slightly lessened. Shi Yi is also thinking about the next plan.

The most important thing at the moment is to recover from your injuries as soon as possible, otherwise everything will be in vain.