The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Seeing that several people in the Fusion Realm were too busy taking care of themselves and had been bitten by sand scorpions several times, and that one in the Soul-Connecting Realm was also a little restless and gradually becoming paralyzed, Yunying showed a smile on her lips.

Another blood-stained sword light in the distance suddenly changed direction and headed towards the group of evil cultivators again.

This blood is the blood of the young scorpions in the lair of the seventh-level sand scorpion. The seventh-level sand scorpion has been chasing Dao Gang, but no matter how fast it accelerates, it can't keep up with the speed of Dao Gang, so it has been led by Dao Gang to spin. .

Under Yunying's order, this spatula came straight towards the evil cultivator of the Tongshen Realm. When the evil cultivator of the Tongshen Realm saw this move again, his pupils shrank and he immediately dodged to avoid it.

The lesson he just learned was still fresh in his mind. How could he be so brainless and fall into someone else's scheme again?

Unexpectedly, he didn't take the initiative to blast Daogang, but Daogang exploded on its own initiative when it passed by him.

With a pop, a few drops of sand scorpion's blood fell on the sleeves of the evil cultivator in the realm of spiritual connection.

He was already covered in blood, and the few drops of blood on it were not conspicuous.

But the strong stench made the Tongshen Realm know that he had been tricked again!

The seventh-level sand scorpion was like an arrow from a string, rushing in front of the evil cultivator in the realm of spiritual connection in the blink of an eye, raising its tail as powerful as a whip, and swung it hard at the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator immediately raised the Blood River Flag in his hand to resist.

His Blood River Flag is obviously of better quality than those of the Fusion Realm Blood River Flags. The handle of the flag flag is made of Taibai Xinjin, which is strong and flexible. The tail needle of the seventh-level sand scorpion can break gold and crack rocks. When it hit the Blood River Flag, you could only see splashing sparks and hear a clang.

The Blood River Flag was intact, and the Sand Scorpion's tail was heavily bounced away. Yunying's eyes moved slightly when she saw this scene.

It wasn't that she was surprised, she had already thought that it was not so easy for a monk in the realm of spiritual connection to do something about it.

She just felt that the angle at which the spiritual monk blocked the sand scorpion's tail was excellent. Although it was still slightly off by a few inches and there was a possibility of being attacked by a sneak attack, the shield had already protected most of his body.

Is this unintentional, or has he deliberately practiced the physical technique of using a flag as a sword?

If it's the latter, you can take a look at the skills he practiced after killing this beast.

Although the sand scorpion was bounced away, the hand of the cultivator in the realm of gods trembled slightly as he held the blood river flag.

His strength is far inferior to that of Sand Scorpion. If he blocks like this a few times, his arm will be completely numb.

Their Blood River Sect is very popular with one move, and now that the Blood River Banner that they are most proud of cannot be used, they are a little helpless.

"Stop fighting, come here and help me!"

The cultivator in the realm of gods called out several times, but no one answered. He hurriedly used the blood river flag to block the sand scorpion that was attacking again, and took a moment to look back.

The other Fusion Realm monks have been completely isolated by the sand scorpion wave and are fleeing in different directions, with no intention of coming to rescue him!
"damn it!"

The evil cultivator in the realm of trance cursed bitterly, wishing he could smash the heads of these people immediately and use their corpses to refine blood beasts!
But right now, he had too much to take care of himself, so he could only curse a few words and helplessly watch them gradually move away, focusing on dealing with the seventh-level sand scorpions and looking for opportunities to escape.

Suddenly there was a chill in the back of the head, and the evil cultivator in the realm of trance had a sharp look in his eyes. Following the warning signs in his heart, he lowered his head and ducked forward. Another sand scorpion tail passed over its head, and the sharp tail needle almost cut its scalp.

Looking back, he saw another huge sand scorpion with its tail raised high, looking at him eagerly.