On top of the Xiangyun spacecraft that had been used as an escape aid, black clouds suddenly erupted from the bow of the ship, surrounding it layer by layer, and emitted a large amount of sweet-smelling clouds.
The smell makes people feel dizzy.
Obviously this is also a kind of poison, but Zhao Shoushou has always regarded it as a trump card and has never used it. It is actually appropriate to use it at this time.
"How can the monks' methods be understood by you, the outsiders who have no brains and only know how to fight and kill?" After escaping a disaster and temporarily trapping one of them, he was finally relieved.
The tone can launch a series of subsequent counterattacks.
The main function of Xiangyun Spaceship is to assist flight, but a suitable spiritual treasure does not really have such a simple meaning and function.
There is always a special fire poison formed in the refining process in its body, which he has always used as a means to keep the bottom of the box. Its power is naturally second to none.
Of course, this is only a means of attacking once. After all the fire poison is released in this explosion, this spaceship can only be used as a real spiritual treasure for flying in the future.
Although it is inevitable that some regrets well up in his heart, for Zhao Shoushou, using it here can be regarded as a benefit and it can exert its due value.
It was said that it was too late, but it was so fast that all of this happened in just three or five breaths. As a qualified monk, Zhao Shoushou naturally would not give up this fighting opportunity.
The two sword lights flashed away, and the two swords of Qingling Sword and Canghai were combined to accurately cut it in two from the core of the cloud. Except for a pool of blood and a burst of cyan mist, there was nothing else on the ground.
Monsters or characteristics that prove their former existence appear.
At this time, the other four purple sand scorpions, which had been hiding in the nearby desert based on their unique talents, waiting for opportunities to attack, just woke up from a dream, crawling out of their hiding corners full of murderous aura, with a pair of ruthless and cold eyes on him.
Shooting.
"With one against four, it is very difficult to win, but it is still possible to win, and the real battle has just begun." Strike first to gain the upper hand and then suffer disaster. Taking advantage of the opportunity during the battle is particularly important, especially when it comes to one's own safety.
When numbers and strength are at a disadvantage.
Perhaps the most important thing about this battle for him is to seize some possible treasures, but for the Purple Sand Scorpion, it is to surround his home. The positions of the two sides are completely different.
Although Zhao Shoushou's strength has a certain upper hand, it is definitely not an easy task to fight one against four, especially when there is full trust and tacit understanding between these opponents.
The two flying swords moved south and north, up and down, under his control. It was a matter of flexibility, and it was difficult to tell the winner with the two fifth-level low-grade purple sand scorpions entangled together.
However, Zhao Shoushou's body required one-on-two, and faced the tacit attack and entanglement between the two purple sand scorpions, it was difficult to win for a while.
And as time goes by, a large number of desert scorpions of different grades continue to appear in some surrounding deserts. They are constantly rubbing their two large pincers and highly poisonous scorpion tails, ready to provide support at any time. It is a pity that such
In a level battle, these low-level beings are destined to play the role of cannon fodder.
"Zhao is not trying to kill all the purple sand scorpions, he is just looking for possible treasures. This level of entanglement is not a bad thing." Soon during the battle, Zhao Shoushou had already figured out the mystery.
The expression on his face became more and more relaxed.
However, the spiritual consciousness seems to be more active, constantly searching for some treasures that may exist in the desert, and in order to achieve this goal, it does not hesitate to try to constantly change the battle venue after paying some costs.
It seemed that the previous luck had been exhausted. The battle continued into the evening and even after more than a dozen wounds were added to the body, there was still no gain.
At this time, Zhao Shoushou already had a slightly impatient expression. As time went by, whether it was the consumption of mana or the harassment of more and more low-level purple sand scorpions, it had a slight impact on the inevitable.
There is no doubt about it.
According to common sense, if there are really some treasures in the desert, then it is very likely that they are on the bodies of these fifth-level low-grade purple sand scorpion kings. However, from the beginning of the war to now, except for killing one of them, the remaining
There were numerous large and small wounds on the four bodies, but there were still no traces of them.
"Is it possible that Mr. Zhao is being sentimental? The survival and reproduction of purple sand scorpions depend on the special environment here? There is no treasure?" Zhao Shoushou couldn't help but have a trace of doubt about his self-judgment.
After all, in this day-long battle, Zhao Shoushou always relied on his obviously superior individual strength to gain a sufficient advantage.
So far, the four purple sand scorpions have suffered more or less injuries, and one of them has even left an obvious scar on a vital part.
If they really had treasures to protect themselves, how could these purple sand scorpions with their pitiful consciousness endure to this point and for such a long time?
While "Zhi Zhi Zhi" was fighting, the four purple sand scorpions once again used their old tricks, trying to disrupt the rhythm of their attack with sound attacks and gain some fighting opportunities.
However, this kind of sound attack and harassment, which has extremely limited damage to the monks themselves, is destined to be unsustainable after losing the effect of surprise.
When monks of the same level are sufficiently prepared, they can easily resist it with just a thin layer of mana protection. There have been countless examples of this situation before.
"I'm using sound attacks to plot against Mr. Zhao, but I don't know that Mr. Zhao has also been waiting for the right opportunity, ah." However, an extremely miserable and sudden cry and the obvious bulging muscles on his face could not suppress the painful expression.
It shows that this attack is completely different from the past, and because of its own carelessness, it paid a high price.
The four purple sand scorpions seemed to have already understood this effect. Each of them turned into a white light and shadow that was almost the same as the desert, and bit towards the position where Zhao Shoushou was. Note that it was a real bite, without any
A little bit of natal spiritual magic.
As for the reason, Zhao Shoushou was not clear. At this time, he was thinking too much. The severe pain was like nails forced into his mind and was constantly stirring. He could not control his consciousness or consciousness at all.
Gathered together, the scene was extremely miserable.
After discovering the actions of the Desert Scorpions, they could only rely on the last bit of clarity in the spiritual platform to force the Xiangyun spacecraft to fly nearby quickly, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the four purple sand scorpions and buy a little time.