Killing God - Chapter 395

Chapter 395 The Life of a Little Scorpion

In mid-air, the flickering demon core flew backwards and directly flew into the mouth of the Iron Winged Black Scorpion. However, after this strike, the Iron Winged Black Scorpion, whose body was already in a state of utter ruin, looked much more dispirited. The light in its compound eyes also dimmed, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

At the same time, Shen Shi’s body smashed into the stone wall in the distance with a “bang”. Then, he fell down and flipped through a patch of dirty flesh. There was no movement. However, not long after, a low roar came from above the hole. A black shadow rushed down and landed in front of Shen Shi with a “putong” sound.

Blood splashed everywhere. Surprisingly, it was a small black pig that stood in front of Shen Shi. Even though half of its body had already been blown away, the Iron-winged Black Scorpion was still much bigger than it. It grinned its teeth, revealing its fangs, and let out an angry roar. However, perhaps it was because the Iron-winged Black Scorpion was too powerful. Although Little Hei was eager to protect it, he didn’t dare to rush forward. He just stood in front of Shen Shi and looked very nervous. He stared at the Iron-winged Black Scorpion.

The Iron Winged Black Scorpion coldly glanced at Little Hei. There was still no change in its cold gaze. However, it seemed to have truly exhausted itself, so it ignored Little Hei. This powerful and tenacious Fifth Grade demonic beast lay on the ground for a moment. For some reason, it still refused to give up and refused to die. Instead, it slowly turned around with great difficulty. To be exact, it used its remaining claw limb to slowly scratch the pieces of flesh and blood around it, causing its damaged head to slowly turn in a direction.

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

“Ka ka ka ka …”

A clear and strange sound suddenly came from the small hole, as if something was knocking on the wall. Listening carefully, it seemed like a newborn chicken was breaking its shell.

The black egg suddenly trembled.

Then, a small crack suddenly appeared on the black eggshell, followed by another. A faint but continuous sound echoed continuously, and the black eggshell began to tremble. Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the top of the eggshell. With a “pa” sound, an eggshell cracked open, revealing a small hole, and a small claw extended out from the black egg.

At this moment, the Iron Winged Black Scorpion’s eyes changed for the first time. The eternal icy coldness dissipated like melting snow, replaced by a warm feeling of anticipation. Its huge but remaining claws slowly moved above the black egg and gently touched the tiny claws that had just broken out of its shell.

From afar, although the two were different in size, the shape of the two claws were extremely similar.

The gentle touch seemed to be incredibly gentle, appearing on a terrifying demonic beast like the Iron-winged Black Scorpion. The thing inside the eggshell seemed to have been encouraged, and the sound of shelling became even more rapid and dense.

“Ka ka, ka ka ka, ka ka ka ka …”

The black eggshell kept trembling and being flipped upwards. A few fragments fell down and fell into the dirty blood. Then, it was dyed with a bloody scarlet color, as if it meant that the life that had just broken out of the shell was dyed with red blood from the very beginning.

As the opening of the eggshell grows larger, The little claw finally reached out. Soon after, another similar claw broke open the eggshell beside it. Immediately after, the two claws grabbed onto the relatively solid eggshells. A “hissing” sound came from the eggshell. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed and a small figure suddenly broke through the shell and climbed onto the black egg.

It was a small black scorpion. The shell and even the head of the scorpion were very similar to the Iron-winged Black Scorpion. Even on its newborn and tender back, it had two small black wings that were close to its body. It looked like an Iron-winged Black Scorpion that had shrunk countless times.

The little scorpion lay on top of the black egg. It looked a little tired. However, it quickly raised its head and called out to the Iron Winged Black Scorpion not far away. Its two small claws extended into the air and waved slightly, trembling.

The Iron Winged Black Scorpion’s gaze grew dimmer and dimmer. However, at this moment, its gentle gaze had completely replaced its original icy coldness. It quietly looked at the newborn scorpion, its mouth trembling as if it wanted to utter something. However, before it could say anything, its body suddenly shook and almost fell down.

The huge claw suddenly leaned against the stone wall beside the small hole, and the Iron-winged Black Scorpion barely managed to support itself. This movement was a little loud, and the noise seemed to frighten the little scorpion, causing it to shrink back.

The Iron-winged Black Scorpion leaned against the stone wall, seemingly gasping for breath for a while. Then, it slowly stretched out its huge claws and leaned towards the little scorpion. It was dark and faintly scarlet red, as if it could shatter the little scorpion’s body with a slight movement. However, in the ferocious sea of blood around it, the claw seemed to be exceptionally gentle and gentle. It lightly landed on the little scorpion’s body and slowly, slowly stroked it.

From its head to its body, it was as gentle as a gust of wind, as if a human mother was hugging her beloved child, so happy and loving.

‘”Keke keke” Another ear-piercing sound rang out. This time, it came from the remnant body of the Iron-winged Black Scorpion. Its body seemed to have involuntarily slipped a bit further, and it even scraped off a piece of broken stone from the hard stone wall.

This sound caused the vigilant and nervous Little Hei pig in the distance to let out a roar at the same time.

The Iron-winged Black Scorpion ignored the little pig. It slowly lowered its head, its gaze never leaving the little scorpion. After a moment, it suddenly opened its mouth and a ball of gentle light flashed. Then, it retracted and turned into an incomparably bright and gentle round pill that fell down.

Of course, this was the demon core that the Iron Winged Black Scorpion had cultivated for countless years.

From the side, this Demon Pill was clearly larger than the one Shen Shi had found in this piece of flesh and blood. At the same time, its body was round and bright, without any flaws. It was like an incomparably resplendent pearl that instantly gathered all the light in the surroundings. What was even more bizarre was that there was actually a ball of phantom shadow slowly flowing within the Demon Core. From afar, it looked like a red scorpion carrying a bright red Vermillion Fruit that was about to drip, appearing from time to time within the Demon Core.

As the light flowed, the Demon Core quickly landed in front of the little scorpion. The little scorpion looked a little confused and confused, but it seemed to have an instinct. It stretched out its two tender little claws and grabbed the Demon Core, hugging it in front of its chest.

The Iron-winged Black Scorpion’s gaze carried a trace of satisfaction and satisfaction. Its head suddenly tilted, sliding several feet down the stone wall, and a pile of small stones hung down again. However, it still seemed to be attached to something, and in its dimmer and dimmer eyes, it firmly held on and did not want to close.

Its only claws supported the stone wall, as if it was the last time it blocked it. Then, its strength seemed to dissipate from the broken demon body unstoppably. It grew weaker and weaker. Its once arrogant head leaned against the hard stone wall, slowly sliding down again and again.

The shattered stones fell one after another with ear-piercing sounds, as if they were wailing. The little scorpion looked at the Iron-winged Black Scorpion beside him and suddenly screamed, his voice exceptionally shrill. Right in front of its eyes, that enormous claw fell down and smashed into the ground with a “bang”. It was like a collapsing golden mountain, like an inverted jade pillar, like heaven and earth shattering, like the heavens and the heavens darkening.

The pair of compound eyes finally closed slowly, no longer shining. The giant head fell powerlessly, landing heavily on the stone wall with a “dong” sound. Then, it “completely” scratched the hard stone wall, rolling down, and finally smashed into the sea of broken flesh and blood with a “boom” sound.

The turbulence was like a wave, quietly disappearing.

In the end, it was silent.

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The little scorpion lying on the eggshell hugged the miraculous and resplendent demon core with a hint of confusion as it stared blankly at the Iron-winged Black Scorpion collapsing in front of him.

It stood motionlessly for a while, then slowly climbed down the eggshell. One of the people in the middle accidentally slipped and fell into the blood on the ground with a “putong” sound. The little scorpion’s movements were somewhat awkward and inflexible. That was because its two most important claws seemed to have originated from instinct, and it had been tightly hugging the demon core.

The scarlet blood stained its newborn body red. It struggled through the blood and slowly climbed to the side of the dead Iron-winged Black Scorpion’s remains. It let out a low cry as if it was calling for something.

However, there was no reply.

Apart from the corpses, there was nothing else in the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood.

The little scorpion slowly quieted down, as if it had begun to accept its own situation. Although there was still some confusion and fear, it was still somewhat reluctant and attached. It kept looking back at the corpse of the Iron-winged Black Scorpion, turned around, and began to climb outside.

The pieces of flesh and blood in that direction seemed to be thicker and thicker. The little scorpion carried the demon core and crawled forward. It seemed that it wanted to dive under the pieces of flesh and blood and temporarily hide.

There was silence in the pit. After the Iron Winged Black Scorpion died, the Little Hei pig in the distance let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, it was focusing all of its energy on the unconscious Shen Shi, continuously licking his face. It seemed that it wanted to wake him up through this method, but it didn’t pay attention to the little scorpion.

In the surroundings, there seemed to be nothing but dirty blood fragments. The little scorpion saw that it would soon be able to dive into the shadows of the pile of meat over there.

However, at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The pillar of light that descended from the sky suddenly dimmed, as if it was suddenly obscured by a shadow.

The little scorpion raised its head in astonishment. It saw that darkness descending like night. In the darkness as deep as the night, a bright light flashed in the depths of its pupils.

It was a spirit sword that pierced through the void with the sound of wind from a high place. Behind the sword was Zhong Qingzhu’s figure.

She flew down like an arrow from the bowstring, breaking through the fishy aura of flesh and blood. The spirit sword even let out an ear-piercing howl. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, blood surged, and sharp cries were heard.

“Boom!”

She landed directly in the blood. The dirty blood stained her dress, but she completely ignored it. Her bright eyes stared downwards. She grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbed it fiercely. A sword pierced through the little scorpion from her chest and nailed it to the hard ground.

The little scorpion screamed and rolled, but it was unable to get rid of the terrifying sword blade. Its two claws trembled and spasmed, unable to hold the demon core any longer. With a “putong” sound, it powerlessly rolled into the pool of blood. Then, its entire small body curled up, trembling on the ice-cold sword blade, struggling painfully.

And then slowly die.

A warm and clear light blossomed in the pool of blood, shining with a gentle light. In the depths of the light, a small red scorpion hugged the bright Vermillion Fruit and gently floated around. It was like a dream, like a scorpion’s short life.

The light shone, reflecting the bloody red color of the surroundings. It was reflected in Zhong Qingzhu’s bright and clear eyes and did not dissipate for a long time.