"Why is it so hot?" Ruan Shaw's face flashed with anxiety, and his nose kept sniffing in the air: "What a big smell of gunpowder."

Ruan Changgen also realized something was wrong. There were a few small trees on the bare hillside, and a small piece of green grass grew on a sunny slope.

The feet were getting hotter and hotter, and extremely obvious water vapor could be seen in the air. The soil began to become dry. The large stones seemed to be turning red. The green grass suddenly became wilted, and then withered little by little, and then burned in the stunned eyes of everyone.

A few small trees also turned into burning charcoal fires. The huge stones cracked in half in the fiery red. The originally solid ground became a little soft in an instant. Ruan Changgen realized that he was afraid and opened his mouth and shouted, "Everyone, run quickly." After that, he took the lead and ran down the mountain.

The other disciples and disciples also fled down the mountain. One by one, the strong young men kicked their legs so quickly. In the blink of an eye, they ran from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

Rumbled, the fire-attributed spirit stones were so fierce that they burned the rocks and soil into lava. After they had no hardness, the mountain saw a landslide. The whistling rocks rolled down, and the hot lava also gushed down the hillside.

"What the hell?" Ruan Changgen said speechlessly without tears, "How could this happen? What kind of monster is it that is so fierce."

Xuanqi, who was extremely embarrassed on the other side of the mountain, came out, and the whole mountain was trembling. The hot lava corroded all the hard things into softness with boiling heat. As the rocks and soil turned into lava, half of the mountain began to slide down again, and the mountain mixed with bluestone and soil roared and rolled down.

A magic circle collapsed, a few spirit stones, and the hot lava were intertwined, and these things actually had such powerful power. It was like an unintentional fulcrum, slowly prying up the entire earth.

The hillside at 60 degrees rolled down with lava and rocks. The hot lava temperature reached tens of thousands of degrees, and the temperature of the stones wrapped on it reached thousands of degrees. If these things hit the body, they would be the damage from qualitative change to quantitative change. The person who was still alive just now turned into a pile of cooked meat in an instant.

It was like a hot pebbles in an iron pot, which caused a violent tremor after colliding with fresh meat. One by one, the evil souls turned into a pile of cooked meat in a tragic scream.

Ruan Changgen was definitely the most resistant to surviving. While he continued to avoid, he pinched the mark on his hands. The facial features of the injured disciple continued to deform, either from his mouth, from his nostrils, or from his eyes and ears, all of which were shaking their wings and flew towards Ruan Changgen.

If you want to survive, you have to be more cruel to yourself. Ruan Changgen continued to pinch the seal of the magic seal. The flying centipedes and his natal Gu devoured each other, completely contrary to the theory of biological evolution. It was like a drop of black water constantly growing wildly. The flying centipedes in the air began to extend outward from a foot-long head.

The ground was moving, the mountains were shaking, and the heat waves soared into the sky. Ruan Changgen was like a clever rabbit, constantly leaping in the mountains. Good people didn't live long and the disaster stayed for thousands of years. I don't know which reason was, but in such a violent vibration, Ruan Changgen was lucky enough to survive. Lying on the ground, panting and embarrassed, it was like a dog, with a long tongue stretched out, and a big black centipede three feet long, with two wings stretching and waving in a gust of wind.

With the luck of surviving the disaster, Ruan Changgen took a deep breath in the smell of sulfur, and his originally lazy eyes became solemn again. He actually smelled another smell along the wind. The monster was still born.

"Walk" and pinched a mark in his hand. The three-meter-long flying centipede immediately waved its wings again. As the wings trembled, the huge centipede actually lifted Ruan Changgen, and hundreds of feet slid in the void, rushing towards the other side of the mountain like a walk in the void.

"Be careful" Xuan Qi, who was trying his best to make blood, suddenly heard the old man's warning, and quickly opened his eyes and saw a huge centipede flying across from him. Behind the centipede there was an old man with dark skin and bright eyes. Needless to say, he must be the bad guy in the Guworm Sect.

The qi and blood in Xuan Qi's body had recovered halfway. Although he was still a little dizzy, it was much better than before. He reached out to pull out the Four Sheep Lords from Yanbo Cave Heaven. When he was about to use a thunder attack, he suddenly felt weak all over his body and still had not recovered. He probably could not resist with brute force.

Looking at the flying centipede that was gradually coming, a hint of irritability rose in Xuan Qi's heart, and there was a little coldness in the void. Xuan Qi's teeth clenched, and suddenly felt the statue of the jade Buddha hanging in front of his chest vibrate. The sixth finger on his palm also resonated with it. Xuan Qi couldn't help but display the All-Every Finger.

The Buddha's finger resonates with the power of faith at the same time, and the jade Buddha statue made a shaking and projected a Buddha statue in the void. The Buddha's finger relics wrapped with the power of faith in the void, turning into a vast and peaceful compassion, stabbing towards the flying centipede.

"It turned out to be a Buddhist sect." Ruan Changgen gritted his teeth and looked at the Buddha statue in the void, and the fingers that shot in the world, and said disdainfully: "It's just a trick of the eagle insect." After that, he slapped the head of the flying centipede, and the centipede immediately opened his big mouth.

The force of all things is domineering, and it is condensed with the power of compassion and harmony. The void roars and beeps, and it shoots in at the big mouth of the flying centipede.

The one-meter-long flying centipede has hundreds of bodies, and each leg is a separate body. The fingers of the world explode from beginning to end, and finally explode on the tail. A bang of black juice and black smoke spread, and the tail of the flying centipede was blown to pieces.

Before Xuan Qi could have time to be happy, he saw a ball of black black juice trembling on the tail of the flying centipede. The tail that had been blown and deformed grew out in an instant.

"How could this happen?" Xuan Qi, who could not use heavy weapons, was stunned. While throwing the Four Sheep Lord into the Yanbo Cave Heaven, he pulled out the Killing Sword from it.

The sword of killing that was originally green has become a bit extraordinary, as refreshing and pleasant as a pool of autumn water. The sword of killing comes from the swaying of Xuan Qi. It should have been a scream like a ghost crying and howling, but now it has become a Buddhist song. A good sword of killing has been transformed into a sword of compassion that saves all sentient beings.

"This is a very strange insect. The body is made up of one piece of string. It looks like a whole, but in fact it is a lot of individuals." The old man said: "Don't be deceived by your eyes. One piece of string was killed just now, but it just seems that it's not missing because the other party is too big."

"What are you?" Ruan Changgen carefully observed Xuan Qi, and could not tell that this person seemed to have been trapped for five hundred years. He was wearing the most popular clothes, and his cell phone was also in his pocket of the broken clothes. The most speechless thing was that he was wearing a limited edition Patek Philippe on his wrist holding a sword, and his feet were wearing the new sneakers of this year.

How could such a person who is more fashionable than himself seem to have been trapped for five hundred years? Ruan Changgen shook his head in a mess, and his thinking was difficult to understand for a while. After being confused, he shook his head fiercely. He was the only stranger in a hundred miles around him. Who else could there be except him for the monsters born in five hundred years? Ruan Changgen was ruthless in his heart. Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't have to think about it first.

The flying centipede lingering in the air shook its huge tail and immediately swooped down. The black centipede opened its mouth and spit out a black poisonous arrow.

Xuan Qi's body trembled, and his toes were a little on the ground. After excessive blood loss, Xuan Qi lost his powerful force, but his body became much lighter. He danced with one sword and used the Vientiane finger with the other, and even created another style.

Fortunately, when fighting, Xuan Qi consumed not many other spiritual stones, but many spiritual stones. With the support of the endless stream of spiritual stones, after the old man put the dragon armor on Xuan Qi, Xuan Qi avoided the black poisonous arrow, rushed up and used the Wanxiang pointing to the flying centipede again, swinging the killing sword in his hand, slashing at Ruan Changgen.

A black poisonous arrow shot on the rocks, and a large hole was corroded by the solid rocks. The Wanxiang Finger then arrived and exploded a clone of the big centipede.

The sword of killing shakes in the void, radiating Buddhist sounds and singing Zen. Punishing evil means promoting good, and a compassionate mind means not entering hell. Who can go to hell?

Facing the whistling sword and listening to the Buddhist chanting in the void, Ruan Changgen's mind was taken away by the sword, and forgot to retreat for a moment.

The one-meter-long flying centipede had already been spiritual. Seeing that Ruan Changgen didn't know how to avoid it, he quickly shook his body, and waved his tail and whirling. The whistling tail hit the sword of killing. The sharp sword energy was unparalleled. The soul-killing and soul-killing hidden behind the merciful and peaceful harmony. The whistling sword energy killed dozens of centipedes into black water.

"This sword is an evil sword." Ruan Changgen, who had just woken up, had the intention to retreat. Such a fierce opponent and such an evil sword were unwise to stay here. He quickly activated the flying centipede and prepared to hide in the mountain gate.

Only then did I think of running. It was too late for Xuan Qi to have a huge light. As the true energy continued to roar, the long sword like autumn water burst out with a radiant light. Xuan Qi, who was killed, used his sword control technique, covered his body with a layer of sword energy, and his feet rolled into the mountains, and his whole body flew up. The sharp long sword cut at Ruan Changgen in the air.

"Run, run, run, run." The danger of Ruan Changgen was helpless. He said that it was only five hundred years before a monster appeared. Why didn't he think about it and wanted to challenge him?

The flying centipede flicked its tail and tried to break its tail like a gecko to survive, but the decomposed little centipede turned into a scum in the howling sword energy.
Chapter completed!