Long Aotian is not happy today

The flying arrows are shining, the tail feathers are dyed in a colorful color like a poisonous snake, and they come through the air.

Hang Xiao was unprepared, and the tip of the arrow jumped in front of him in the blink of an eye, easily cutting through the body-protecting spiritual flow subconsciously emerging from his body, and piercing into his chest.

The sound of the ripping of the skirt rang in the ear, followed by the severe pain of the tearing of the flesh, Hang Xiao's eyes went dark, he staggered under his feet, and accidentally stepped on the air with his right foot——

Oops!

A clear thought flashed through my mind in an instant, but Hang Xiao had no time to react.Archery is rare in the practice system, because most of these practitioners have a strong dependence on external objects, and their melee combat ability is relatively weak, so they are easy to be targeted.

But in other words, at the price of giving up the melee ability, the archery practitioners get super explosive power for a period of time. When the arrows are shot, they are often as fast as a strong wind, and can leapfrog to kill.

"Hour!"

Ning Hong's hoarse shout was stretched in his ears, Hang Xiao suddenly felt a little guilty - he actually didn't feel much pain, compared with the soul electric shock, this injury was a child's disease, and the arrow looked fierce, but it only pierced the surface The skin and flesh did not really hurt his panacea and internal organs.

From this point of view, even with the power bonus of the arrow path, the gap between the assassin and his cultivation level is still not small.

But Hang Xiao didn't have time to explain.

Under the cracks in the ground, there was a gray translucent film, and the moment Hang Xiao fell into it, he was immediately overwhelmed by a sticky and strange spiritual flow.

— as if falling into a deep sea.

There was buzzing in my ears, but I couldn't discern the real meaningful sound.

Limbs were also bound by invisible forces. Something stuck into his meridians, greedily absorbing the spiritual power in the blood. Hang Xiao felt as if he had turned into a drowning fish. The rapid flow of spiritual power made his cheeks pale. Flowering——

"thump!"

At the end of a deep sea is another deep pool.

……

Beyond the cracks in the ground, Ning Hong hastily turned his head, and could barely hold onto half of Hang Hour's sleeve.

"His-"

The sound of the brocade thread breaking was extremely ear-piercing.

Ning Hong froze in place, and the circles of his eyes changed color in an instant, turning red almost to the point of bleeding.

Without looking back, the young man flicked his finger, and the black little dragon turned into a beam of light, sharp as lightning, and shot towards the bushes behind him!

"what!"

A scream came from behind, and the handsome young man collapsed to the ground——

A cloud of black mist wrapped tightly around his neck, and the black dragon poked its head out of the mist, its long and narrow eyes sparkled scarlet, and its sharp teeth were tightly biting the side of his neck.

It didn't bleed, just biting out two pitch-black black spots like burning acid.

Wei Xingchen bit his lower lip tightly, raised his hand to cover his neck tightly - but it was useless.

With two black spots as the center, his skin quickly festered and rotted, exposing his white bones. The black mist turned into pure and extremely destructive ghost energy, which rushed into the meridians, and traveled wantonly through the young man's body, killing everything it passed through. All the muscles and bones were dyed a filthy black, and even the panacea gradually spread...

"No, no!" The boy shouted in horror, "Don't kill me, you can't kill me!"

The only answer to him was a whining wind.

The long wind passed through the valley and forest sea, and swayed faintly above the cracks in the ground.

And the young man with black hair and black clothes jumped down from the stone peak resolutely and plunged into the secluded crevice the moment he protruded out of the black dragon.

The electric current was raging and painful, but Ning Hong ignored it completely.

081 shouted in dissatisfaction in his mind, giving him an OOC warning, but Ning Hong only had one thought in his mind——

Regardless of the dragon's lake or the tiger's den, he must find Hang Shi.

And after Ning Hong jumped down from the crack in the ground, no one could undo the spell for Wei Xingchen.

The huge crack that spread for dozens of miles was like a scourge, and Wei Xingchen smiled ferociously in front of Wei Xingchen's terrified eyes covered with a layer of gray gas.

No, no!

The boy struggled to get up, and threw himself desperately towards the crack not far away.

The sharp rocks slashed across the young man's skin, leaving streaks of bloodstains on the fair skin. The bright blood dripped on the small flower, penetrated into the scorched earth, and quickly disappeared under the dark soil.

Wei Xingchen's face was ferocious, and he was about to burst into tears.

——I am a book wearer, the child of destiny!

How can you die in this place!

Jump down, jump down with the protagonist!

The protagonist may not die, but I must live!

……

Hang Xiao knew nothing about the successive crazy actions of the people behind him.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and managed to maintain consciousness through the pain and the smell of blood in his mouth, but it was still unavoidable that he felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

In the world under the cracks in the ground, the spiritual power was so thin that it was almost dry.

Hang Shih's cultivation at the pinnacle of the fifth grade has become his biggest burden——

He had already adapted to the environment full of spiritual power, but now he suddenly fell into such a situation, his body suddenly became heavy, and the surrounding gravity seemed to increase dozens of times, making Hang Shi collapsed on the ground in all directions, and it was difficult to lift his fingers .

Without the support of his spiritual power, he changed from a monk who was so accomplished that he could even walk in the sky, back to a mortal in an instant.

The thin spiritual energy in the air made it difficult for Hang Shi to breathe, as if a piece of water-soaked paper was covered in front of him, he could only pant heavily, his face flushed red, barely absorbing a trace of absorbable spiritual energy from the sky force.

But what absorbs more is the ubiquitous floating dust and yellow sand in the air.

As far as the eyes can see, there are desert-like barren sandy land, and there are rolling hills in the distant sky, but the surface is bare, the sand is churned, and the crimson and dark black are intertwined, as if smeared with dried blood.

After a while, Hang Xiao felt that his nasal cavity was covered with a fine veil.

"It's terrible," Hang Xiao said in his mind with a sad face, "Mr. 025, this is the world where the demons live? How long will it take for me to stand up like this?"

"It's hard to say, at least it will take a few hours." 025 said in a low voice, "If you want to use your spiritual power to fight people, it won't be possible for more than ten days."

"Will Ning Hong come to save me? Will he jump off after me?"

"...Yes, but when you are young, the boundaries of time and space change rapidly. Even if he falls into the ground with your front and rear feet, he may not appear at the same place as you."

"...Then what should I do, just like this, lying on the street?"

Hang Hour almost wanted to cry but had no tears.

Although there is no detailed description of the living conditions of the Heavenly Demon clan in the book, it is not difficult for him to guess how cruel the life of the Heavenly Demons must be in an environment where the entire race is on the verge of extinction.

High-pressure management, upper-level sanctions, survival of the fittest, respect for the strong...

These are trivial matters.

Thinking of the story of cannibalism in the famine era in his previous life, Hang Xiao felt sad: "Mr. 025, I can't move now, no one..."

eat me?

Before the words fell, there was a series of soft "rustling" sounds not far away, as if something was rolling over the sand, making a slight friction sound.

Hang Xiao wanted to give himself a mouth.

Crow mouth!

Say what!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," 025 comforted him, "You are the protagonist, and everything the protagonist encounters must have a great chance. Think about those fantasy novels you have read, the protagonist travels through other worlds, In case of disaster, isn’t it always rescued by good people first, and then slowly restores one’s own cultivation, and then helps the benefactor to slap the enemy in the face?”

Eh, seems to make sense.

Lying dizzily on the ground, Hang Xiao felt that he was comforted.

His whole body was limp, and he turned his head eagerly, barely lifting his head off the ground by one centimeter—this height was the limit of what he could move now.

Benefactor, where is the benefactor?

Come and save me, I will definitely repay you well!

His eyelids were as heavy as iron, and his vision was blurry. Hang Xiao blinked hard a few times, and a wooden cart slowly approaching gradually appeared in front of him.

The shape is simple, the workmanship is rough, and there is no horse or cow to drive it. Walking in the front is a tiger-shaped spirit beast with a ferocious face, but a gloomy complexion.

With a slumped head, he pulled the wooden cart behind weakly, sticking out his long tongue, panting, but no sweat dripped.

——In a world that lacks rainfall all year round, the evolution of life is also developing in the direction of water conservation.

Seeing Hang Xiao from a distance, the copper bell-like eyes of the spirit beast suddenly lit up.

It raised its head with difficulty, sped up its speed slightly, rolled its long scarlet tongue towards Hang Hour, and its eyes were full of greedy light.

Hang Hour: "!!!"

He was lying on the ground, unable to move, he could only barely open his lips: "Don't, don't come here... I'm still alive..."

His voice was as thin as a mosquito, so hoarse that even Hang Shi himself couldn't hear it clearly.

The giant beast was getting closer and closer, and its rough long tongue almost licked Hang Shi's face. Hang Shi closed his eyes in pain. Fortunately, at this moment, a command came from inside the car: "Stop!"

The giant beast was trained very well, even though it was unwilling in every possible way, it stopped by Hang Shi's side in time.

Got, saved...

When the crisis was over, Hang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned pale again, and the dizziness suddenly struck, making his head almost burst with pain.

The carriage stopped, rustling footsteps came, and a piece of plain skirt swayed in front of Hang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

Is it a group of girls?

Hang Xiao smiled wryly, thinking that the protagonist's benefits are really as good as ever. When he first entered the foreign world, he started with a group of beautiful sisters...

Then, several screams of surprise and surprise came from his ears.

"It's a man, my God, his skin is so smooth!"

"You can't even see the pores, this kind of breath... aura, it's aura!"

"Could this be the legendary body of the heavenly spirit? Blood, skin, bones...every part of the body contains spiritual energy, and the whole body is full of treasures!"

"Sisters, let's get rich! If we eat him, we can break through to rank seven!"

"No, no, blood can be regenerated. Why don't we raise him in captivity and let him bleed every day, so that in the future we can have endless spiritual practice..."

Hang Hour: "!!!"

His head could no longer support it, and he slammed heavily on the sand. The rough sand and stones made his cheeks hurt, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and there were throbbing pains.

Wait, wait, where is the promised savior?

I am Long Aotian, not Tang Sengrou!