Author: Year of the Dancing Spoon

Lu Jimo watched Yin Hang running wildly in front of the sand scorpion and felt his heart bleed.

If you lose supplies again like Xue Qi, what will you eat and drink in the future?

When he saw that the sand scorpion was about to catch up with Yin Hang, he gritted his teeth and got closer, shouting desperately: "Brother, let me hold your bag for you!"

"How can you run with such a heavy thing on your back?"

"It really doesn't work... give me two bottles of water to lose weight first?"

"I'm thinking those compressed biscuits are quite heavy. If there are any more, just throw them to me?"

Lu Jimo shouted for a long time, but his voice was all covered by the yellow sand thrown up by the giant sand scorpion. He was helpless and spit out, thinking that this time he was really going to die, otherwise how could he live without food?

When Sand Scorpion was chasing Yin Hang, Ning Xiang, who was holding his sword tightly in the distance, was panting violently. The cold air was sucked into his hot lungs, and the severe pain all over his body made him feel a little dazed after he suddenly relaxed.

With his F(+) cultivation level, he can't hold back the formation at all.

Just now, he relied on the darkness and the yellow sand that filled the air due to the battle to escape, but even if he was just scratched on the shoulder, the arm holding the sword is still trembling with pain.

But if he can't contain this beast, the rest of the team won't even be able to escape.

With no choice but to take a deep breath, he pressed this breath into his Dantian, and at the same time activated his own spiritual power, causing severe pain in the meridians all over his body, and then the meager spiritual power in his body was forced out,

Then it boils in the air.

The breath he breathed in kept rolling in his Dantian, making his eyes begin to turn a faint Yang-red color. After a while, his whole body began to be covered by burning spiritual power.

This is already the limit that Ning Xiang can achieve as a cultivator in the F(+) realm. Even if he has the strength of the E-level for a short period of time, it will only harm his own future.

Then he held the hilt of the sword against his back with his right hand, and ignited the blazing flames with his left hand, and stepped forward...

Bang——

Ning Xiang's sword is not a spiritual weapon, so even if he is in a critical state, he cannot unleash his sword energy.

But he can use his body as a sword!

"Yang Zhan!"

As the blood-red sword energy tore through the darkness and slashed towards the Sand Scorpion, and after a loud bang, the beast's mountain-like body began to twitch in an instant.

Although its exoskeleton is strong enough, the flanks of the body are relatively the most vulnerable.

After feeling the severe pain, the giant scorpion suddenly let out a painful and sharp hiss. Then its terrifying shadow turned around at an incredible speed, and then slammed its limbs into the desert where Ning Xiang was.

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Under its furious smash, even if Ning Xiang tried his best to dodge, he would be thrown into the air by the yellow sand that was also thrown up, and then the terrifying claws of the giant scorpion suddenly swept towards him.

After Ning Xiang was hit by one limb in the air, its other limb struck again.

It possesses intelligence and keeps beating Ning Xiang in the air like a ball.

At this moment, the giant scorpion suddenly staggered as if it was about to fall. As a result, its limbs failed to hit Ning Xiang, causing Ning Xiang's body to finally fly backwards like a cannonball, and then bang

The sound penetrated deeply into the sand dunes.

But this giant sand scorpion had no intention of giving up. It raised its limbs again and smashed wildly against the sand dunes until the entire dune was flattened.

"Thank you, I pulled its leg." Lu Jimo helped Ning Xiang, who was covered in blood, and watched from a distance as the giant scorpion smashed the seven-eight-meter-high sand dune into a crater, and couldn't help but mutter.

With.

When he saw Ning Xiang wake up, he immediately shouted with lingering fear: "Brother Ning, let's run away first!"

"Help us if you can, but if you can't, just run away. If you die here, wouldn't it be for nothing!"

After Ning Xiang heard this, he spit out the black blood stuck in his throat, which splashed at his feet and boiled, emitting thick smoke.

"How did your so-called 'master' deal with this formation?" Ning Xiang wiped the blood covering his eyes and stared at the beast who was still venting his anger.

"It's that 'master' who's so awesome. I don't know what's going on," Lu Jimo suddenly complained, "And this thing now doesn't look like it was seriously injured at all."

"Let's run!" Lu Jimo repeated again.

Ning Xiang shook off Lu Jimo's arm that was supporting him, and half-knelt in the desert. He endured the severe pain and assumed a meditating posture, biting his trembling back molars to straighten his body.

Then he threw his sword to Lu Jimo, coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and said, "Help me, hold it back first."

"Hold it while I rotate my skills."

"Then... you run as far as you can until daylight!"

After Ning Xiang finished speaking, he closed his stinging eyes tightly, and then his chest with broken ribs began to rise and fall regularly.

This was what his teacher, the master of Lingyang Pavilion, told him with an extremely solemn expression when he personally saw him off.

Using this set of determination, if possible, I can directly kill this beast, then the entire secret realm can be lifted, and everyone trapped in the secret realm can be sent back safely.

Even if this is not possible, you can still give other people in the team time to escape.

But the price is...is it worth it for me?

Ning Xiang, who was beaten until he was unconscious, could no longer remember why he appeared here.

Is it because when I signed up, I also raised my hand because of the enthusiasm?

Obviously my mother is still waiting for her call this Sunday, even though we can't even talk for a few minutes.

My father has to buy medicine for his high blood pressure, which is several yuan more expensive in the pharmacy than in the online store.

He suddenly felt a little confused. He actually didn't need to come.

When I wrote my suicide note, I really didn't expect that I would die.

He regretted it...

Peng——

Ning Xiang opened his eyes suddenly, and the original spiritual power and meridians in his body were burning here. The blazing flames were rolling on his body, shining like a sun disk in the dark desert.

He desperately raised his left hand, which seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms, and slowly pointed at the beast that stood out under the night.

"Ling——Yu——!"

As Ning Xiang uttered the words, his meridians burned crazily, causing his nails and hair to fall off one after another, and even the skin all over his body began to appear cracks.

But his eyes became even more intense, staring ferociously at the giant scorpion in front of him.

But just when Ning Xiang was about to use the remaining breath in his chest to shout the last two words with all his strength, his eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

…

Lu Jimo, who hit Ning Xiang on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, was about to cry without tears.

"Only half a gram of spiritual stone subsidy every month, do you need to work so hard?"

"I really don't understand what you are trying to do to help get into the system."

Lu Jimo scratched his head crazily, not knowing what to do at the moment.

He is like an ambulance running all over the world to save him, but he can't save him. He can only pull off a scorpion's legs, so he can't really let himself do it, can he?

Lu Jimo, who had been struggling for a long time, finally knelt down next to Ning Xiang and gently placed his hand on his abdomen.

"The Third Generation Physician——Dispel the sorrow!"

As Lu Jimo spoke the inherited true name, the blood around Ning Xiang suddenly burned, and the blood-red mist formed began to surround Ning Xiang's body, like a budding flower.

As more blood stains were burned into mist, the blood-red flowers slowly bloomed.

At the same time, the cracks on Ning Xiang's skin began to slowly heal. (Chapter 90)

Lu Jimo stared with furrowed brows and put his hand on Ning Xiang's wrist. After a moment, he suddenly stood up, waved his arms vigorously, and even kicked the air around Ning Xiang with his feet.

Soon the bloody mist was completely dispersed by him.

"If I had known it was just a minor injury, I wouldn't have wasted all my money," Lu Jimo sighed helplessly, "Just lie down and save your life."

After Lu Jimo finished speaking, he stood up, looked at the sand scorpion that started chasing Yin Hang in the distance, and continued to scratch his hair crazily.

How can I fix this special girl?

Are you going to hold it back again?

…

When the giant sand scorpion suddenly turned around, Yin Hang couldn't react at all.

The reason why the little scorpion turns around quickly is because it is of low mass. It can turn up to 30 centimeters at the same time and can complete it in two seconds.

But this kind of behemoth can turn at the same speed as a small scorpion, and the range is three hundred meters!

That is a speed of 540 kilometers per hour.

Yin Hang, who was slapped by the tail in an instant, was no different from being hit by a speeding high-speed train.

When he was slammed into the sand dunes, he felt that all the bones in his body were almost broken. Even with the protection of [Baichuan] and [Enter the Sea], he could not withstand it.

"Ma Fei San!"

When Yin Hang regained consciousness, he hurriedly began to treat himself. Although the curative effect was greatly weakened, he used the inheritance strength of the current [Qing Nang Book] to treat his weak constitution at a very impressive speed. Soon he was
To be continued...