surnamed Wang

Chapter 533 Heartbeat
Thirty miles to the east of Qu Xianwei, most of the tornado has disappeared, even so, the two walking in the middle are still struggling.

The distance between the two was less than ten feet, and their bodies were wrapped tightly. Their mounts were exhausted and fell into the sandstorm just now, and then the flesh was scraped off by the black sand little by little until two skeletons remained.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qianshan and Wang Er swallowed their saliva. If they couldn't hold on and collapsed here, their fate would not be much better than that of two camels.

Above the heads of the two, a bowl was emitting a faint golden light, and the light shrouded the surrounding area for ten feet, making it impossible for Heisha to get close.

Wang Qianshan looked up at the alms bowl, and for no reason, he remembered the story his father told the two brothers before, the true and false monkey king, the six-eared macaque was trapped by the Buddha with the alms bowl, and Sun Wukong beat him to death with a stick. I felt relieved, but my elder brother was wondering if it was a six-eared macaque that died.

He didn't think much of it at first, but when he grew up and thought about it later, he couldn't help feeling a chill down his back. Since then, Wang Qianshan has decided that he is not the material to be an emperor.

……

Under the protection of the alms bowl, the two came to the edge of the deep pit without any risk. The alms bowl flickered a few times in the middle, but at least they survived. Looking at the bottomless pit, Wang Er felt a pang in his heart. fear.

What happened recently was too bizarre, far beyond his cognition. On the other hand, Wang Qianshan who was on the side had long been used to it, and silently took out a jade pendant and threw it into the deep pit.

"General, should we go back?"

Wang Qianshan turned around when he heard the words, but he saw that there were twenty or thirty black snakes surrounded by them, each of them spitting out a message, with a sinister light in their eyes.

Wang Er asked in a low voice, he is now very different from what he was then, not only has he acquired good martial arts skills, he is also not timid in charging into battle, but he will unconsciously feel his legs go weak if he looks at this weird deep pit at his feet .

The whole body of the black snake was covered with black scales, and there was a strange light glowing faintly. The triangular head looked like a highly poisonous thing. Before they had time to think about it, they hurriedly picked up the things at hand and started to drive them away.

There was a sound of gold and stone colliding, sparks flew everywhere, and Yaliu bit the blade of the sword.

There was a huge boulder not far ahead, and Yaliu's body was tied to it. From time to time, there were crackling sounds in the open ground, and the sound came from the four chains.

Hearing the rustling sound, Wang Er turned his head subconsciously, and almost fell into the ditch with fright.

The battle situation was still unfavorable for everyone, they attacked the impenetrable sandstorm while dodging the other party's spells, but fortunately, the terrifying black coffin did not appear again, if they come a few more times, the whole army might be wiped out.

Wang Er's blood turned cold when he saw this scene, his crutch trembled and he didn't know what to do, Wang Qianshan rushed forward, took the wooden stick and used his skillful strength to lift the black snake far away.

Half of Yaliu's head was cut off by the sword energy, and he rolled into the magma with a grunt. He was trapped here for a thousand years, and he was scorched by high temperature all the time. He had to spend his life to resist the fire poison, and if things went on like this, his body would become fragile.

……

The long sword fell suddenly, and was about to cut off the head of the big monster, but at that moment, Yaliu, who looked like a mummy, suddenly raised his head, opened his beaks and let out an extremely ear-piercing howl.

As soon as the words fell, the alms bowl on the two heads lost its light and fell from the sky. Wang Qianshan had expected it a long time ago and caught it, then sat down cross-legged, and looked quietly into the deep pit.

Four people from Wang Gangquan's side were trapped in the black coffin before, and three of them had lost their combat effectiveness. Monk Jiekong went to the battlefield again after a simple bandage.

"It's all like this and still not dead?"

As long as the Nascent Soul enters the body, his soul banner and black sickle can be used, and everyone present will become his sacrifice.

Wang Er picked up the walking stick he picked up on the road, and slammed it on the head of a snake. He heard a "crash", and the snake's head exploded into black sand, but then returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

In the pit, the jade pendant dropped earlier fell all the way without causing any obstructions along the way. If it fell on the ground at this speed, even the best magic weapon would fall to pieces. Just before it touched the ground, a figure suddenly appeared , clutching the jade pendant in his hand, it was Wang Gangquan who had been hiding in the jade pendant all along. If he hadn't used this method, he might not even be able to break through the wind and sand outside, let alone reach the deepest part of the cave.

As the voice fell, the black sand hundreds of miles away suddenly squirmed, and dozens of black snakes poked their heads out of the sand and slowly crawled towards Wang Qianshan and the two.

In line with the principle of cutting weeds to get rid of the roots, Wang Gingquan raised his sword and came to Yaliu's side, and took off the four big wings with a few swords. He fell in love with this thing when he first arrived, and now he smells the fragrance when he gets closer. Tangy, 1000-year-old must not be spoiled.

"It's all over."

The howling sound shook the entire ground, Wang Bingquan frowned, and the sword in his hand did not weaken at all, and slashed hard on the opponent's head.

At this moment, he finally noticed the change at the edge of the pit, his expression moved slightly, and he murmured:
"Since you delivered it to your door, I will accept it."

……

Wang Qianshan shook his head when he heard the words, "I'm afraid I can't go back."

"Where did the snake come from?"

"thump!"

Looking at the half-headed corpse, Wang Gingquan couldn't help frowning. Things seemed to be going too smoothly, which always made him feel that something was wrong.

Wang Gingquan put the jade pendant away again, and began to look around. Looking around, there was flowing magma, and the temperature was extremely high. Wang Gingquan stepped on the scorching stone. Even if he had a fairy physique, he felt a burning pain all over his body after a while. .

A muffled voice resounded, making Wang Bingquan reassure that the guy in front of him was not dead. Without hesitation, he drew out the long sword in his hand and raised it high, aiming directly at the opponent's head.

Yaliu's Nascent Soul is inherently fragile, and coupled with forced separation, the supernatural powers he can cast are limited. The funeral in the black coffin took a lot of spiritual power, and now he can only wait for the main body to break free from the shackles.

"They are all made of black sand, clean them up quickly, and don't let them get close."

Wang Qianshan was also stunned, the wind and sand along the way are all strangers are not allowed to enter, and he has never seen other living things except the two.

"General... general, snake, snake!"

Wang Gingquan wiped the sweat off his forehead and flicked it away. Before the sweat dripped to the ground, it turned into white gas in the air. He walked forward slowly and carefully sized up the other party.

More than a hundred miles to the northwest, the mid-air battle continued.

After the black snake touched the surrounding sandstorm, it was immediately crushed and blended into the flying sand.

"When is this a head?" Wang Er said with trembling voice.

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His double beaks were extremely hard, restraining the sword body so that it could not move. Seeing this, Wang Gingquan yelled, and the frost-cold sword energy in his hand exploded, directly blooming in the opponent's mouth.

"How long can it last?"

He was still unsatisfied after finishing the work of Wang Gangquan, since he had done it, he had to do it absolutely, so as not to cause another disaster in the future, so he directly stabbed Yaliu's heart with a sword, and the sharp blade passed through his body easily.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the matter was perfectly resolved, a voice that made his scalp tingle sounded again:

"thump!"

Another heartbeat...

(End of this chapter)