Killing God

Chapter 232 The Life of Xiao Xie

In the middle of the air, the gleaming demon pill flew back and flew directly into the mouth of the iron-winged black scorpion body, but after this blow, the body was already broken and almost burnt out. The scorpion looked wilted again, and the light in the compound eyes dimmed, as if it would go out at any time. …

At the same time, Shen Shi’s body banged on the opposite stone wall in the distance, then fell down, turned over in a piece of blood and flesh, there was no more movement, but it didn’t take long for him to be in this pit. Above the hole, there was a sudden low roar, and a black shadow rushed down, and fell in front of Shen Shi's body with a "puff".

Blood was splashing everywhere, and it was a little black pig standing in front of Shen Shi, facing the iron-winged black scorpion, which was still much larger than it even though most of its body had been blown away, with barking teeth and grinning. Ya, let out an angry roar. But perhaps it is because the Iron Winged Black Scorpion is too high and strong. Although Xiao Hei is eager to protect the Lord, he dare not rush forward, just standing in front of Shen Shi, looking very nervous, staring at it firmly. An iron-winged black scorpion.

The Iron Winged Black Scorpion gave Xiao Hei a cold look. There was still no change in the cold eyes, but it seemed to be exhausted, so he ignored Xiao Hei. This powerful and tenacious Tier 5 monster, after lying on the spot for a while, for some reason, it still stubbornly refused to give up and die. Instead, it slowly turned around with difficulty. To be precise, it was With only one chelate, he slowly moved the pieces of flesh and blood around him, causing his damaged head to slowly turn in one direction.

Its gaze slowly turned to the small hole that was originally hidden deep underground, and then was covered by countless pieces of flesh and blood corpses, and fell on the black egg in that hole.

"Crack, click..."

A clear and strange sound suddenly came out from the small hole, as if something was hitting the wall, listen carefully, and it seemed as if a newborn chicken was breaking its shell.

The black egg suddenly vibrated slowly.

Then on the black eggshell, a small slit suddenly cracked, and then another, with a small but continuous sound that kept beating and echoing, and the black eggshell began to tremble. Then, suddenly, a crisp sound came from the top of the eggshell. With a "slap", a piece of the eggshell cracked, revealing a small opening, and from the black egg, a small Chelated.

In the compound eyes of the iron-winged black scorpion, at this time, there was a strange change for the first time, and the eternal coldness dissipated like melting snow, replaced by a gentle expectant mood. Its huge but only remaining claws moved slowly to the top of the black egg, and gently touched the little claws that had just broken out of the shell.

From a distance, although the two are quite different in size, the shapes of the two chelating limbs are extremely similar.

That gentle touch, unexpectedly, seemed to be incredibly gentle, and appeared unbelievably on the terrifying beast like the Iron-winged Black Scorpion, and the contents of the egg shell seemed to be encouraged, and the sound of the shell breaking became more and more Rush and dense.

"Kak, click, click..."

The black eggshell kept trembling and was turned up. Some fragments fell and fell into the blood, and then stained with a **** bright red color, as if to indicate that the shell just broke out. Life was stained with red blood from the beginning.

As the opening of the eggshell increased, the small chelate finally stretched out. Soon afterwards, another almost identical chelate broke open and the next egg shell was stretched out. Then, two chelates grasped Living in those relatively solid eggshells, a faint "sizzling" sound came from the eggshell, and suddenly a black shadow flashed, and a small figure suddenly broke out of the shell and climbed onto the black egg.

It was a small black scorpion. The scorpion tail shell and even the head were very similar to the iron-winged black scorpion. Even on the newborn or young back, it actually grew two small tight bodies. His black wings look like an iron-winged black scorpion that has shrunk countless times.

This little scorpion was lying on the black egg and looked a little tired, but soon raised his head and screamed at the iron-winged black scorpion not far away. Two little scorpions His cheeks also stretched into the air, shaking and waving slightly.

The iron-winged black scorpion's gaze dimmed more and more, but at this time, the gentle gaze had completely replaced the original coldness. It quietly looked at the newborn little scorpion, and its mouth trembled as if it wanted to say something. The sound, but before he could say it, its body shook abruptly, almost falling down.

The huge chelating limbs leaned violently and grabbed the stone wall next to the small hole, and the iron-winged black scorpion barely supported its body. But the movement was a bit loud, and the noise seemed to make the little scorpion startled and shrank back.

The iron-winged black scorpion leaned against the stone wall, seeming to gasp for a while, and then slowly stretched out the only huge claws and leaned towards the little scorpion. The huge limbs glowing with deep black and faintly crimson, as if only a slight movement can make the little scorpion broken to pieces, but in the surrounding sea of ​​blood, the cheek is strangely gentle and gentle, it gently The ground fell on the little scorpion and stroked it slowly and slowly.

From its head to its body, it is as soft as a gust of wind, and like a human mother holding her beloved child, so happy and loving.

"Gluck..." The harsh voice sounded again, this time from the remnant body of the iron-winged black scorpion. Its body seemed to have been involuntarily involuntarily, and it slipped for a while, even from the hard rock wall. A piece of rubble was scraped from the top.

This sound made the very alert and nervous little black pig in the distance let out a roar at the same time.

The iron-winged black scorpion ignored the piglet over there. It slowly lowered its head and kept its eyes on the little scorpion. After a while, it suddenly opened its mouth and a soft light group flickered. It converged and turned into a bright, soft and radiant round pill, which fell down.

Of course, this is the demon pill that the iron-winged black scorpion has cultivated for an unknown number of years.

From the side, this demon pill is obviously larger than the demon pill that Shen Shi found in this piece of flesh and blood. At the same time, the pill is perfectly round and bright, without any flaws, like a brilliant pearl, instantly Gathered all the light around here. What’s even more bizarre is that there is a cloud of phantom flowing slowly in this demon pill. From a distance, it looks like a red scorpion holding a bright red vermillion fruit in the demon pill. Now and then.

With the light flowing, this demon pill quickly fell in front of the little scorpion. The little scorpion looked a little confused and a little confused, but it seemed to be out of instinct. It stretched out its two tender little chelates. , Grabbed this demon pill and held it in front of his chest.

The iron-winged black scorpion had a glimmer of satisfaction and relief in its eyes, its head suddenly tilted, and it slid down a few feet on the side of the rock wall, again hanging down a pile of small stones. It's just that it still seems to be attached to something, and in its increasingly bleak eyes, it doesn't want to close it.

Its only claws supported the stone wall, as if it were the last shelter, and then its strength seemed to dissipate from the broken body of the demon unstoppable, it became weaker and weaker, and its once invincible head leaned against it. The hard rock wall slowly fell down again and again.

The shattered stones fell one after another with harsh sounds, like wailing. The little scorpion looked at the iron-winged black scorpion beside him, and suddenly screamed with a particularly stern voice. And right in front of its eyes, that huge claw fell down and hit the ground with a "bang", like a collapsed golden mountain, like a falling jade pillar, like the sky and the earth cracking, and as dark as the sky and the sky.

The compound eyes finally closed slowly, and there was no light anymore. The huge head fell powerlessly, and fell heavily on the rock wall with a "boom", and then "all the way" scratched and touched on the hard rock wall. It fell, and finally fell into that sea of ​​flesh and blood with a "boom".

Tossing like waves, quietly disappearing.

In the end it was silent.

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The little scorpion lying on the eggshell, holding the magical and bright demon pill, with a trace of dazedness, stared blankly at the iron-winged black scorpion falling down in front of him.

It stood motionless for a while, and then slowly crawled down the eggshell, the middle one accidentally slipped, and fell into the blood on the ground with a "puff". The little scorpion's movements were a bit awkward and inflexible, because its two most important cheeks seemed to come from instinct, and they kept holding the demon pill tightly.

The bright red blood stained its newborn little body. It struggled forward in the blood water, slowly crawling to the side of the dead iron-winged black scorpion, and whispered twice, as if calling something. .

But there was no response, no response.

In the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, there is nothing else except the corpse.

The little scorpion slowly calmed down, as if he had begun to accept his situation. Although there was still some confusion and fear, it was still a little bit reluctant and nostalgic. After turning back to look at the body of the iron-winged black scorpion, he turned The body began to crawl outside.

The pieces of flesh and blood in that direction seemed to be thicker and thicker. The little scorpion was holding the demon pill and crawling forward, seemingly trying to get under the pieces of flesh and blood, and hide temporarily.

In the pit, there was silence. The little black pig in the distance was obviously relieved after the iron-winged black scorpion died. At this time, he concentrated all his energy on Shen Shi who was in a coma. Stopped / licked his face, as if trying to wake him up this way, he didn't even pay attention to the little scorpion here.

And there seemed to be nothing in the surroundings except the **** pieces, and the little scorpion could soon get into the shadow of the pile of meat over there.

But at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The beam of light that fell from the sky suddenly dimmed, as if it was suddenly blocked by a shadow.

The little scorpion raised his head in amazement, and saw the darkness falling rapidly like night, deep as the darkness of eternal night, a bright light flashed through the depths of its eyes.

It was a spirit sword, carrying the sound of wind from a high place, and pierced through the void. Behind the sword, Zhong Qingzhu's figure.

She flew down like an arrow from the string, breaking through the flesh and blood, and the spirit sword even made a harsh whistling sound. In an instant, blood was splashed, the blood was tumbling, and the sharp scream came out instantly.

"boom!"

She fell directly into that piece of blood, the dirty blood stained her dress, and she ignored her, staring straight down with her bright eyes, holding the hilt of the sword with her hands together, and inserting it fiercely. A sword pierced the little scorpion directly from his chest, nailing it to the hard ground.

The little scorpion screamed and rolled, but couldn't get rid of the terrible blade. His cheeks were trembling and convulsed. He could no longer hold the demon pill, and fell into the pool of blood with a "puff". Then the whole small body curled up, shuddering on the cold blade, struggling in pain.

Then he died slowly like this.

A gentle and clear light bloomed in a pool of blood, shining with a soft light. In the depths of the brilliance, a small red scorpion hugged the bright vermilion fruit, still floating gently, like a dream. , Such as the short life of a scorpion.

The brilliance lit up, reflecting the **** red around it, reflecting in Zhong Qingzhu's bright and clear eyes, which lasted for a long time.