At this moment, in a hidden place outside the Barren Desert.

Numerous poisonous insects flew out from the sand. These poisonous insects had strange appearances. Their teeth were thin and dense, and their eyes were ferocious. All of a sudden, these insects flew in circles in the air and unexpectedly fused in an inconceivable manner.

1, 2, 3... There were countless of them!

The member of the Dead Turbidity slowly took form. A green light flashed in its eyes, and it was just like the ghost fire that came out from the mass graves at night, causing one's heart to feel a chill. The vines that were inserted into the desert were filled with purple flowers, and they were very strange. It swayed its body and coughed lightly.

At the same time, the hundred Blood Horned Dragons looked over with anticipation. Dong Chenyu directly took a step forward and stood in front of them. A blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was awe-inspiring even though he was not angry. He asked, "How did things go? Did everything go smoothly?" His voice was cold as if it came from an ice cave.

"Fortunately, I didn't fail you! The Spirit-devouring Scorpion Queen was frightened. This time, even if they don't die, they'll still lose a layer of skin!" Turbid grinned and looked more ferocious.

"Good. I want to see if this human brat can still escape from me." Dong Chenyu's voice was ice-cold. His hatred for Ou Yangming had reached an extreme. Not only did the young fellow make him lose his reputation, but he also killed his beloved son. It was simply unforgivable.

This time, Dong Chenyu had to let this human fellow know why flowers were so red!

The other Blood Horned Dragons also had savage smiles on their faces. Their hearts were faintly filled with anticipation. They hoped that the young fellow would not spend too much spiritual power on the Spirit-devouring Scorpions or it would not be fun.

As for Turbid, it also had a cold look on its face. With a flash of thought, its body transformed into poisonous insects and merged into the desert to investigate the situation.

The Dead Turbidity was one of the most difficult races to kill in the entire Spiritual Realm. The reason they were so difficult to kill was not that they were too strong, but their ability to survive. As long as a poisonous insect was not dead and had even a bit of silk left, given a bit of time, it could be resurrected again. Moreover, they were difficult to kill because they had a strong desire for revenge. They would not rest until their enemies were dead, and they would do anything to achieve their goals. They were smelly and stubborn, and they would stick to their enemies without being able to be shaken off.

Therefore, even the 3 Dragons and the 3 Phoenixes would not take the initiative to provoke a foreign race like the Dead Turbidity.

Dong Chenyu looked at its disappearing figure, and the light in his eyes slowly condensed. He said in a low voice, "Get ready for war. The humiliation of the Blood Horned Dragon Clan can only be washed away with fresh blood."

"Yes!" The hundreds of Blood Horned Dragons roared at the same time, and the battle intent in their eyes shone.

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The cold winds were like knives that carved the earth and whistled over from afar.

Ou Yangming gently exhaled, blowing away the cold winds in front of him. Without the resistance from around him, he was incredibly fast, but his expression was incomparably grave.

Looking around, he saw that the sand was rapidly sinking, and plenty of Spirit-devouring Scorpions emerged from the sand. The place looked like a sea of Spirit-devouring Scorpions from afar.

Their heads were pitch-black, and their backs were like burning flames. There were also some powerful auras within the Spirit-devouring Scorpions that reached the level of high-rank fierce beasts.

"Clack!" The Spirit-devouring Scorpions discovered an Advanced Spiritualist and pounced on him.

The cultivator punched out fast. Wherever his fists hit, thunderous sounds were heard. This was an effect unique to fist techniques that had reached a certain level. The cultivator was fierce and awe-inspiring, and he instantly shattered the hundreds of Spirit-devouring Scorpions in front of him.

Nonetheless, as soon as the cultivator turned around, a middle-rank ferocious beast bit him from the side. In a moment of carelessness, the Spirit-devouring Scorpion bit his arm. Its sharp tail pierced into his body. As soon as the venom entered his body, he felt as if his body was on fire. The cultivator let out a shrill scream at once. Immediately after, many Spirit-devouring Scorpions climbed onto his body and began to devour him from the skin. Bite by bite, they gnawed deep into his body. He witnessed his flesh and blood being devoured.

When Ou Yangming saw this, he sighed internally. Without any movement, a finger wind condensed out of thin air and imprinted itself on the Advanced Spiritualist's body.

The cultivator wanted to raise his head, but the energy in his body had been exhausted. A look of relief flashed across his eyes. He tilted his head and swallowed his last breath.

Ou Yangming was calm. Along the way, he had gone through all sorts of hardship. He had bathed himself in fresh blood and grew up. He had seen countless corpses, so this did not affect him much. Besides, the pursuit of the path was a torrent of courage. If one did not advance, one would retreat instead. It was normal for people to die.

3 Spirit-devouring Scorpions naturally noticed Ou Yangming. Their tails shook violently, and they assumed attacking postures. Their bodies moved and like vultures hunting for their prey, they swarmed toward the young fellow. At the same time, white threads shot out from their mouths, interweaving together like white arrows and shot across space.

Ou Yangming's expression changed slightly, and he moved to avoid them.

"I mustn't be entangled with them!" Ou Yangming was clear about what he should do. His body released lots of mists, and he brazenly slapped forward, directly killing hundreds of Spirit-devouring Scorpions.

Even so, not only were these fierce beasts not afraid, but they also became fiercer. In just 3 or 4 breaths, they surrounded Ou Yangming.

Ou Yangming sneered, "If you're not afraid of death, come!" As soon as he finished, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire burned fiercely and white flames enveloped him. The temperature in the air rose without a limit, and the scorching airwave reversed.

He moved his feet and turned a blind eye to the Spirit-devouring Scorpion that was pouncing toward him.

"Pow, pow." Explosive sounds kept on ringing in his ears. The palm-sized Spirit-devouring Scorpion had just come into contact with the Heavenly Phoenix Flame when their body exploded uncontrollably and turned into ashes.

Nevertheless, the vicious beasts were unafraid and determined. Like a moth flying toward a flame, they crashed into the Heavenly Phoenix Fire and turned into dust. The Heavenly Phoenix Fire of all fire, and its temperature was incredibly high.

This was also because Ou Yangming had not become a Venerable One yet. Even if he was an ordinary Venerable One, he would be able to burn all the Spirit-devouring Scorpions in front of him to death with just a thought.

With that said, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire's offensive power was self-explanatory.

Despite that, it had its limitations. It was only suitable to deal with opponents that were slow. If Ou Yangming were to use it to deal with an opponent of the same level as Ji Haoran, it would be a little difficult.

Looking from afar, a white flame soared into the sky and moved quickly in the desert. A human figure could be vaguely seen in the flame as if he was the king of fire.

At this moment, 50 kilometers away from Ou Yangming.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong stood side by side and exchanged glances. They could see the uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Jiang Yingrong smoothed her messy hair and said with a bitter smile, "Elder He, what... What's going on? How can these Spirit-devouring Scorpions be so crazy?"

He Jian shook the sword case on his shoulder and thought for a moment before answering softly, "Someone must've alerted their queen. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Spirit-devouring Scorpions in the desert, nor would they be so crazy. It's just that..." He paused, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes.

"Just what?" Jiang Yingrong was good at keeping a conversation going.

"The queen has been sleeping in the depths of the yellow sand all year round. How could it be alarmed?" He Jian's aged fingers touched his chin. He could not understand it no matter how hard he tried.

Jiang Yingrong's eyes revealed a look of contemplation, but she did not say anything.

After a long while, Jiang Yingrong muttered to herself, "I wonder if Brother Yu's alright?" She looked at the yellow sand in the sky and was in a daze.

"Don't worry, Brother Yu has many life-saving methods. Even if the hundreds of people who entered the Barren Desert have died, nothing will happen to him." He Jian lifted his sword case. His voice was filled with vicissitudes of life. It seemed that he was very confident in Ou Yangming. In the Big Ruins, he had spent the longest time with the young fellow and understood him the most comprehensively. He had seen all sorts of his incredible methods.

That was indeed the truth. In terms of life-saving abilities, even a Venerable One was probably inferior to Ou Yangming.

After all, even a Venerable One had limited energy. To give a simple example, if Ou Yangming and a Venerable One were trapped in the Killing Formation at the same time, the latter would have the chance to break out but what about the former? How many people knew about formations? It was fine if one could break the formation with one's strength but if they could not break it, they would only be killed.

Jiang Yingrong nodded slightly to show her agreement.

"Let's go. The spiritual Qi in my dantian has recovered a little. Let's wait for Brother Yu outside." He Jian straightened his body and moved away.

Jiang Yingrong did not hesitate and followed him.

Just as they took a few steps away, whooshing sounds were heard. As the sounds spread, numerous palm-sized Spirit-devouring Scorpions poked their heads out of the desert. Their eyes were fierce and had faint hints of blood. They directly surrounded the two of them.

"Quick! Quick! Quickly break out of the encirclement!" He Jian's voice was urgent.

As he spoke, he raised his arm and pressed his fingers in the air. With that, the sword case on his back shook rapidly.

A clear sword chime soared into the sky. The Meridian Sword flashed and circled around He Jian's body. He raised his hand and pointed, then he shouted coldly, "A sword comes from the west!" As soon as he said this, sword Qi spread out in all directions, stirring up yellow sand. Wherever it passed, all of the Spirit-devouring Scorpions collapsed, and a 10-meters-wide path of survival was created.

He Jian was not a Daoist disciple, but his strength was not inferior to any of them.

Jiang Yingrong's attacks were also vicious. She stopped, paused, moved, and remained still. Every action was smooth, and every palm strike would cause an explosion.

Having said that, there were simply too many Spirit-devouring Scorpions. They were densely packed and in just an instant, they blocked the escape route for He Jian and Jiang Yingrong.

At the same time, plenty of white mists were released from the mouths of the Spirit-devouring Scorpions, and they turned into a silk cocoon. The air was filled with the smell of corrosion, filling the surroundings of the two people.

"Damn it!" He Jian was anxious. Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed down once again in the air. The Chronicle and the Blood Helianthus in the sword case rang as well. A light shone, and they flew out at the same time. The 3 longswords were connected from end to end, and they kept flying up and down in the air. The elder yellowed, "The 3 swords combine into a green light fly like a phoenix!"

The longswords abruptly condensed and slashed forward.

A sword-light that could cut through anything burst out, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

He Jian followed behind the sword-light and uttered, "Let's go!" Before his voice was gone, he followed behind the light and broke out of the encirclement.

Who knew, he was soon blocked again. There were simply too many Spirit-devouring Scorpions.

They were trapped.