Demon’s Diary

Liu Ming flies more than a dozen feet from the black sand carefully and from time to time looks at the silver plates held in his hand.

Suddenly a gray cloud, he paused, then lowered his head and looked carefully at the silver plate in his hand, suddenly reading the law in his mouth, then flung it down with one hand.

A red fireball immediately lashed down the ground.

After a loud bang, the flame rolled down and a deep sand pit appeared, while a half-inclusive wreckage of ghosts flew out of it.

Liu Ming lowered his head for a good while before finally recognizing some of his origins.

“It's a low-ranking ghost like Crab. With the strength of an adult corpse crab, it's enough to be among the graduating ghosts, but it's still being hunted down. Is there a more powerful ghost here? ”

Liu Ming muttered a few times, and a little surprise appeared on his face.

Happily, naturally there are low-level ghosts here. Surprisingly, there may be a powerful ghost nearby. He could accidentally end up the same way as the corpse crab he is now.

After a lap around the cloud, he continued to move in the same direction, only in the operational room, more careful a few points.

Half a day later, Liu Ming flew a few dozen miles away, but oddly enough, no other ghosts were found besides the remains of the original corpse crab.

In the face of these circumstances, Liu Ming's heart flashed a few shadows.

Isn't it a sign that the nearby ghost is stronger than expected? Otherwise, it won't occupy such a large area.

Suddenly, the red pointer on the silver plate trembled in his hand, and then, after a few rounds of crazy spinning, it pointed in a certain direction and began to flash.

Liu Ming's face changed and the gray clouds stopped moving forward.

He suddenly slapped one hand in front of his chest, and after three o'clock black light appeared nearby, a black light shield suddenly appeared in front of him.

And at almost the same time, the sound of "clatter” in the sand below, a black line lasered out, and the speed, even with the eyes of Liu Ming, could barely see a blurred fiction, and it was too late to hide.

“Bang" sound.

The black line struck the light shield in front of him, and it flashed and almost broke apart.

And the front end of this black line is, of course, an inch long black tip, and there's a hint of disgusting smell coming out of it.

But that's how Liu Ming, after a huge force came, couldn't stand up to fly backwards, and couldn't sustain the emptying technology to fall directly into the desert.

Again, after Liu Ming cultivated the medulla and used the medulla rinse, his body strength was no longer comparable to that of a normal spiritual disciple. Otherwise, he changed to a savage disciple of the same realm, and this time he would probably vomit blood seriously.

“Pfft” sound,

Under the sand, a large piece of sandbags was suddenly raised and moved quickly as it came to life and went straight to where Willow was falling.

Although Liu Ming was still halfway in the air and was a little dizzy by the momentous shock just now, after seeing this scene, he couldn't think enough of the sudden shaking of his sleeve, a black cord lightning pulled out downwards.

groaned.

Liu Ming again burst into high altitude with a trembling body under a black cord bounce.

And at this point, the nearby dirt bag suddenly burst open, flying out of it a green air, sweeping under Liu Ming, and landing on the other side of the sand.

If it hadn't been for Liu Ming's earlier rush to rebound, I'm afraid he would have just been pounded by the greenery.

And Liu Ming took this opportunity, but was terrified to fly one hand fast, the grey air beneath him slipped and stirred, and the emptying technique again swept up high, until it reached more than thirty lengths, before glancing down slightly.

The ghosts in the greenery, though powerful, did not seem to be able to fly, which made him go a little bit and create a hope in the sky.

Otherwise, he would have fled long ago and wouldn't have dared to remain where he was.

Liu Ming also finally saw the appearance of ghosts in the green air below. Hershey is a flat monster three or four feet long. The whole body consists of a section of grey and white bone, but the front only has a bright black and bright huge twist, but there is a high raised black hook tail behind it. There are two groups of green flames flashing slightly on both sides of the small triangular white bone skull, giving people an unusually cold feeling.

However, this ghost bone has a fist-sized black hole on one side of the body, and there is silk and black gas wrapped around it, and it looks like it has been wounded.

“Impossible, this... this is like a white bone scorpion in a tough gh-guy! No, it seems to be a little different from the average white scorpion!” Liu Ming lost his voice for a moment, but after a few more close glances, he was not sure to reveal his confusion.

But he then pulled a thick book out of his arms and flipped it up quickly. When he turned over two or three pages, the action stopped.

Only on this page in the scripture, Heran also prints an image of a vivid scorpion-like ghost. It is also a truncated bone composition, but the color is white Sen's, even the front and back hook tails are the same color, and the head is also square shaped. The tail also appears to be a bit shorter. Next to the image is marked "Hard Grade Ghost White Bone Scorpion”, and there are several rows of small text, which describe some habits and methods of attack of white scorpion, etc.

“Is this a white bone scorpion with only some variation, or just a scorpion!” After taking a few more glances at the ghost underneath the image in Yau Ming's hand, one can only conclude that it is not.

According to the scriptures, this scorpion, although unable to fly for too long under normal conditions, is also able to empty a short distance, which appears to be too traumatized now to be able to fly. If that were the case, it would be a great opportunity for him.

Though this scorpion doesn't say much, the attack on it is still so horrible in the case of serious injuries. Isn't it even more horrible when it's full? I'm afraid it's one of the top ranked ghosts among the tough ones. If he could surrender as a psychic ghost, he would outnumber those low-ranking ghosts by many times.

Even though Liu Ming has always been steady, I can't help thinking about it.

At this point, the white bone scorpion in the lower green air suddenly moved and drilled into the lower desert.

Liu Ming shocked, almost without reflection in his mouth, single-handedly flashed, blue light flashed, a wind blade lasered down.

“Pfft”.

The lower white bone scorpion flashed and instantly dodged the wind blade, but was shocked, but no longer drilled into the nearby sand, his figure moved down and rushed in the direction where he came from.

Liu Mingming's eyes lit up, and immediately a gray cloud, tail rushed away.

After running out of surgery, the white bone scorpion moved its tail and drilled again into the black sand. The movement was surprisingly quick, and instantly drilled into the majority of the body.

But at this point, a red fireball fell in the air.

“Boom”.

After the flames rolled apart, a huge sand pit emerged beneath, and the white bone scorpion was spreading, but after a roll, it continued to run away if nothing happened.

Thus, for the remainder of the time, Liu Ming drove the cloud to death at high altitude and followed the ghost below. As soon as the other party was ready to enter the ground, a wind blade or fireball immediately descended, shocking it away.

Although the white bone scorpion was not weak, it was obviously not very intelligent. It was so frightened by Liu Ming all the way over a hundred miles away, and under a series of attacks, the body finally had some more wounds and less greenery.

Liu Ming in the air saw this, nature's heart is very happy, unfortunately, his body's magic power has also consumed a lot, unless the ghost intends to enter the ground, he still dares not to attack the lower magic spell too often.

At this time, Liu Ming also regretted that the quality of the refined soul cord was too low.

If it is refined with a better quality shady soul, the Soul Cord attack can be further away. That way, he doesn't have to fear the other tail hook attack, just lower some flight altitude and attack directly with a black soul.

And I don't know if this white scorpion smells horrible, or if this desert really doesn't have a lot of ghosts.

He and the White Bone Scorpion chased each other and ran away without touching any other ghosts.

……

Half a day later, the white bone scorpion finally fell after a fireball fell in the air, a roll, and the greenery was finally scattered and empty, but the underfoot motion never stopped, still climbing forward.

Liu Ming in the air couldn't help but grin.

At that time, he, too, had not had much power in his body. Apart from the spells necessary to maintain the emptying technique, even a few more spell attacks were not dared.

“Did you just give up?" ”

After a short period of uncertain shade, Liu Ming suddenly bit his teeth, lowered the gray cloud nearly half way down, and followed closely at a dozen heights again.

The next time, however, when the white bone scorpion tried to drill the ground again, Liu Ming suddenly went down, while the black cord in his sleeve fell.

“Bang" sound.

The white bone scorpion rolled away and didn't lift its head to continue to drive away. It didn't mean to fight back with a tail hook at all.

Liu Ming's hand, which had been pressed against his chest, stirred and then suddenly became enlightened.

Obviously, this white scorpion was chased by him for so long, everything had become a subconscious move, and he forgot to fight back for a while.

Liu Ming sees this, nature is delighted.

The next time, he stopped using magic attacks, but from time to time flushed down to punch the ghost directly with a soul cord, still keeping it out of the black sand.

Of course, for the sake of seeing him together, he kept his palms pressed against the samsung shield in front of his chest. In case of an accident, the light shield would be immediately activated to protect him.

This time, after more than a dozen miles, the white bone scorpion became incredibly slow to escape, even the occasional black cord.

The ghost finally rolled over again and could no longer climb.

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