C295 (1/2)
Hong Ling didn't know where he was in the ancient battlefield, but he could feel that there was a crisis everywhere in this ancient region. At this time, he converged his breath to the extreme, and his body quickly flew forward in the wilderness, just like a fast and silent ghost.
Many powerful monsters can only sense a faint breath, and then lose the figure of Hongling. In their perception, this human teenager is no different from some weak insects. His bloodiness even makes many monsters have no desire to kill at all.
There seems to be a lot of poisonous insects in the deep underground of this area. However, these poisonous insects are thousands of times larger than the external insects. Just an hour of rapid sneaking, Hongling felt nearly ten demon forces, the strength of which is no less than the centipede he killed. These powerful beings are all hiding in the depths of a hundred feet, trying to launch a surprise attack on the powerful monks or monsters passing by.
As for Hongling, who has already converged her breath to the extreme, she can't get into their eyes at all. Now Hongling has entered the ancient battlefield and is not in a hurry to kill these powerful monsters. The time velocity in the ancient battlefield was quite different from that in the outside world. After spending a month here, the outside world only spent one day.
All the friars were able to stay in this ancient battlefield for one month, which is equivalent to two and a half years. Hong Ling believed that with such a time, he would definitely be able to upgrade his cultivation to the realm of practicing emptiness and combining Taoism. What he needs to do now is to have a good understanding of this ancient battlefield. If you can get something, if you don't, then he won't care too much.
”I wish Su Yu could be nice to them and not have any trouble!” Hongling's toes are constantly on the weathered and cracked rocks, and his body is like a swan flying across the sky. His long hair fluttered wantonly, and his robes were filled with the long wind, fluttering and hunting.
He is constantly scanning around with divine consciousness, and suddenly feels an indescribable wave of true Qi, which is raging in front of him. And with the floating of this Qi machine, he also sensed another hidden demon force, which was releasing a powerful destructive force.
Two powerful columns of air broke through the air and stirred the storm. The terrible air machines tore each other over the sky, forming a huge cyclone. Hongling can sense that these two kinds of breath seem to be in the realm of refining deficiency and combining Tao. He hesitated, not knowing whether he should rush to the crowd. He did not know where the other monk was. If he accidentally caused trouble, he would have a headache.
However, before he could make a decision, the man on the opposite side was already shooting at him. Even if it is far away, Hong Ling still feels that the other party's divine consciousness has locked itself. Soon, a small black spot appeared in the focal length of his pupil. He was a friar dressed in mink, and his blood was incomparable. Behind him, there was a huge wasp hanging.
This wasp is no different from the common wasp. It has a brown carapace, and the thin wings behind it constantly vibrate. It stirs the air flow in the void, making it extremely fast. It's huge compound eyes, at this time the bone is rolling, a continuous dense streamer, from the amber like eyes emerge.
Hong Ling took a look and felt dizzy. Obviously, the eye of this poisonous bee has a powerful magic effect. Hong Ling was slightly surprised. There was no doubt that the huge wasp was very difficult to deal with. The man's eyes were full of horror at the time when he was plundering towards him.
Behind him, there were wisps of blood mist. A sound of hissing, is constantly coming, as if by boiling oil pouring general. Hongling can sense that the tail of the poisonous bee is stabbed with sharp needles, but it is crushed by the true Qi of the Friar's body protection. And between its thin wings, there is also a strong blade emerging. These blades contain powerful toxins.
The monk must have been hit in the back by the poisonous bee's needle or blade. At this time, he sensed the breath of Hongling, and then rushed to him, hoping that Hongling could save him. Unfortunately, when he sensed that the young man in white had only the practice of refining God in the middle stage, his face with a trace of expectation showed a look of despair.
Although such a young man has a strong talent, there is no possibility that he can compete with the poisonous bee who is practicing the virtual and harmonious way. Seeing the distance between them getting closer and closer, the monk bit his teeth and shook his body, leading the wasp to another place.
At the beginning, he tried to let Hong Ling, who was aware of his own situation, save him with a cry for help. However, when he confirmed Hongling's cultivation, the whole person finally stopped having this illusion. He didn't want to let Hong Ling die in vain. It was worthless.
Hongling saw him lead away the wasp, and was slightly stunned. The monk, it seems, has a little conscience. Although his original motive was not pure, he eventually took it away. Such a man is worth saving. At the thought of this, the young man took the sad sword out of thin air.
He caressed the body of the sword lightly, and there was a flash of thunder between his fingers. The young man grasped the long sword full of thunder, and the real Qi in his body poured into it continuously, which gave birth to countless powerful sword meanings. Seeing the sword constantly humming, he turned his wrist, took a sword flower, and threw sad God mercilessly.Hum! The sharp sword shot out in an instant. In an instant, its speed far exceeded that of the poisonous bee and the friar. Seeing that it was about to collide with the poisonous bee, Hongling's pupil was locked, and the vast divine consciousness gushed out of the purple mansion and poured into the sword. The long sword, which was originally swift and swift, split and turned into a mirage in an instant. Ten swords, with a sharp metal buzzing sound, pierce directly into the body of the wasp.
HISHI, wisps of poisonous blood, in the void in the wind. The wings of the wasp, as well as its venomous glands, were directly defeated by Hongling's long sword. With a long hiss, it turned over and fell down from the sky. With a bang, it fell on the ground. Its huge body, constantly rolling, scraping the ground out of a deep gully.
The monk, who was fleeing rapidly, saw that the wasp was directly hit by the sword and was dying. His eyes were full of horror. How could this boy, this boy, have such a terrible weapon. Is it, in the legend, the sacred vessel? At this time, the crisis has been lifted, he fell from the air a little weak, looking at Hong Ling with vigilance.
Such a character is not what he can fight against at present. However, if he had the sword, no matter how large the ancient battlefield was, he could go there. The heart is short of snake swallowing the elephant. Seeing Hong Ling take up his sword and turn around to leave, the monk finally opens his mouth.
”This childe, please wait!” There was a slight tremor in the monk's voice, as if in fear, but also as if excited.
”You call me?” Hong Ling turned around and looked at him with some doubts.
”Yes, thank you very much for saving your life! I'm a monk of golden tent of king of grassland in xuanhuang world, huyanliang! Haven't you consulted the young master about his name? ” Hu Yanliang looked at Hong Ling and asked sincerely.
Hong Ling took a serious look at him, and there was a subtle twinkle in his eyes. With a smile, he said, ”I am the matchless son of the great Chu, Hongling! Young master Huyan, it's dangerous here. You'd better hurry up and find a place to heal yourself! ”