"Good boy! You still want to keep the desolate stone for yourself! "
Yan Rui felt his sharp eyes and hurriedly retreated a few steps. He became vigilant.
Yang Qingxuan's Six Solar Palms had shocked them. Plus, they had consumed a lot of energy after the battle, so they had to be careful.
The two of them immediately stood in a line, facing Yang Qingxuan.
However, they were not too worried. After all, it was two against one. Plus, Yang Qingxuan's young appearance and only one arm, they did not think that they would lose.
Yang Qingxuan grinned and said, "Actually, I was hoping that you guys would miss the appointment. That way, I would have an excuse to take the desolate stone. Very good, you guys did not disappoint me. "
His figure flashed and he threw a punch.
With a loud bang, the air exploded and sand surged. The fist wind was so strong that it directly covered the two of them.
"Arrogant! How dare you talk so arrogantly with only one arm! "
Cao Yu was furious. He shook his arm and the surrounding Spiritual Qi was sucked in. A ring was formed on his fist and he threw it towards Yang Qingxuan's fist.
"Boom!"
The two fists collided. The True Qi exploded layer by layer as the two fists collided.
"Bang!" The bones in Cao Yu's fist were completely shattered. The terrifying fist wind was like a tornado that crushed all the muscles and bones in his entire arm. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
Yang Qingxuan only stagnated in the air for a moment before he landed on the ground. The True Qi in his body surged and pushed the yellow sand away. He looked coldly in front of him and said, "Now you also have only one arm. Tsk, tsk, eight hundred thousand Medium Spiritual Stones are gone."
Yan Rui opened his five fingers and was like a tiger hibernating on the yellow sand. He was preparing to take advantage of the fierce battle between Yang Qingxuan and Cao Yu to find an opening to attack Yang Qingxuan and give him a fatal blow.
Who would have thought that the two of them would fight and the winner would be decided immediately?
He was immediately dumbfounded and his face was lifeless.
Cao Yu stood up from the yellow sand and spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was full of resentment and he said, "Senior Brother, Marrow Changing Realm! He's a body cultivator at the late stage of the Marrow Changing stage! "
After saying that in a single breath, his aura dropped to the lowest point, and he fell to the ground.
"Gulp."
Yan Rui swallowed hard, full of regret and despair.
Generally speaking, body cultivators could easily crush soul cultivators in the same level of cultivation. Furthermore, Cao Yu was in no condition to fight, and Tang Wulin was no match for him.
"I'll give you the Desolate Stone. Let us go. Otherwise, even if we self-destruct, we won't let you off easily."
Yan Rui took out the Desolate Stone. His eyes were filled with awe and fear as he spoke half-pleadingly and half-threateningly.
Usually, in a situation like this, there were too many people who killed and robbed.
After all, the Ancient Battlefield was too cruel. Spirit stones were the only resource to survive. In order to survive, one had to resort to any means possible.
Perhaps this was the meaning of the Ancient Battlefield Trial.
Yang Qingxuan grabbed the Desolate Stone in the air and pulled it over. He said, "You guys can leave."
With that, he turned around and left. His figure flickered and he appeared a hundred zhang away, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in front of them.
Yan Rui and Cao Yu were dumbfounded. They didn't expect him to leave just like that. The two of them felt as if they had been pardoned and didn't dare to stay any longer. They supported each other and headed toward the Void Sky City.
For a long time, the two of them could only stay in the second district.
In the Void Sky Ancient Battlefield, once they got injured and ran out of Spirit Stones, it would become a very serious matter. They could only recuperate and do some low-level missions to slowly accumulate Spirit Stones.
After Yang Qingxuan took the Desolate Stone, he continued to rush toward the intersection of the third and fourth districts.
According to the information in the jade slip, the Qingyun Ganoderma grew in the northeast of the third district. There was a huge wasteland where many short plants grew. There was a kind of tree called the Suncrown.
This kind of tree grew by absorbing sunlight. It was two to three zhang tall and completely white. After it died, it would turn into a piece of dead wood and stand on the wasteland. After being exposed to sunlight for a hundred years, there was a chance that it would grow into a Qingyun Ganoderma.
Yang Qingxuan was walking in the desert when he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger. Moreover, it was extremely frightening and real, as if death was about to befall him.
This was a cultivator's instinctive judgment of unknown danger. It scared him so much that he instantly erupted his True Qi to the extreme and shot toward the sky with all his might.
"Boom!"
The huge impact blasted a deep hole in the sand. Yang Qingxuan's afterimage was still clearly visible on the ground when it was split in half by a red light.
Thousands of zhang away in the sky, Yang Qingxuan looked down at the ground. His palms were full of cold sweat and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
Behind him, there was a mound that looked like a small hill. There was a tail that looked like a steel chain hanging on it, and it was slowly curling into a circle.
"Gulp! Eight-eyed Crimson Poisonous Scorpion! "
Yang Qingxuan sucked in a breath of cold air. Outside of the small mound, four pairs of eyes were exposed. They were flashing with a demonic red light. It was the Eight-eyed Crimson Poisonous Scorpion at the Great Perfection of the Martial Origin Realm!
He clenched his fists and stared at the four pairs of eyes with an ashen face.
The Eight-eyed Crimson Poisonous Scorpion slowly crawled out of the small mound and revealed its huge body. Its tail was curling up and retracting, showing off in the air. It was clearly provoking Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "Even a beast knows how to provoke people."
His eyes shot out a strange light as he licked his lips. He was actually faintly excited.
This was the Great Perfection of the Martial Origin Realm. Its desolate core was worth eighty thousand mid grade Spirit Stones. If its limbs and venom were well preserved, it could be sold for forty to fifty thousand.
At this moment, this Eight-eyed Crimson Poisonous Scorpion was no longer a desolate beast in Yang Qingxuan's eyes. It was worth more than a hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
"The Spirit Stones have delivered themselves to my doorstep. How can I not take them!"
Yang Qingxuan took out the Nanming Departing Fire Sword and slashed down from the sky.
That Crimson Poisonous Scorpion's steel tail curled up and shot out. "Chi Chi Chi", it shot out countless red lights. It was so fast that it was almost untraceable. It flashed and disappeared in the air.
"What?"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. After those red lights disappeared in the air, they actually appeared around him in the next moment and attacked him from all directions.
"Bang Bang! Bang — — "
A series of sword rays shot out and formed a sword net in the surroundings, blocking all the red lights.
But in the next moment, an even greater danger descended.
Yang Qingxuan only felt a huge shadow appear behind him. The Crimson Poisonous Scorpion that was originally on the sand had unknowingly run behind him and its huge pincers were coming at him.
The sky full of Desolate Qi turned into a whirlpool with a diameter of thirty meters under the pincers and completely enveloped Yang Qingxuan.
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxuan placed his sword in front of his body and blocked the attack of the huge pincers. He was caught by the huge pincers. The berserk Desolate Qi wreaked havoc on his body like countless wind blades, constantly strangling his body.
Yang Qingxuan used all his strength to pull out his sword and realized that it was tightly clamped by the pincers. He couldn't pull it out at all.
The eight eyes of the Poisonous Scorpion flickered with a ferocious light. The other pincer was lifted up high and scissored towards his small body.
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