The cave of calamity is like a bloody mouth several miles wide quietly confronting the sky, and from time to time a burst of dust and mist that bewilders the world spreads, that is, a beast tide composed of thousands of spirits.

Every time the beast tide broke out of the calamity cave, there would be monks from all sides who would come forward to intercept and kill it, among which the most powerful natural wine was the number of the Konoha Sect and the Scorching Fire Sect. The length of the week of the Cave of Calamity is about forty miles, of which nearly ten miles are occupied by the combined efforts of the two sects, and the rest is divided among other forces and a group of scattered cultivators.

After all, the cultivation of the two sect masters is only eight or nine in the Jindan realm, if the greed is fully manifested and the entire calamity is occupied, I am afraid that it will inevitably attract the wrath of the public. Besides, there is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and once a high-level monk comes, it will be even more difficult to end. In this way, mastering the best degree of ten miles can not only maximize one's own interests, but also not arouse public anger.

Looking at the outside of the calamity cave, thousands of spirits were slaughtered, and suddenly there was a loud roar, and a pure black light and shadow appeared in the beast tide, and from a distance, it looked like a black mist swaying with the wind, and it was actually a demon beast: Thorn Wind.

Thorn Wind is the pinnacle existence of the demon beast column, and its strength is equivalent to that of a monk who has cultivated in the ninth level of the Jindan Realm. The monster beast was nearly ten zhang high, its appearance was like a black rhinoceros wearing heavy armor, its ears were as big as two soft fans, and a jet-black jade horn on its nose was even more majestic. Although it is strong and tall, it is not bulky at all, on the contrary, it is extremely agile, and it is from which the name of the thorn wind comes from.

If an ordinary monk in the Jindan Realm encounters a thorn wind, he can't escape, he can't fight or not, and what awaits him is only the fate of being killed in seconds.

"Boom!"

A rapid sound like a bamboo leaf whistle came out, which was the unique cry of the thorn wind, and the rapid cry here showed that the thorn wind in front of him was in excitement.

I saw that the body of the thorn wind flashed instantly, like a light black mist shuttling through the crowd, and the black jade horns several feet long on the head were several colorful blooming blood flowers every time they rose horizontally.

The body of the thorn wind stood suddenly, and the black jade horns were already filled with the corpses of the monks, and some monks were pierced through the abdomen by the jade horns, like a string of humanoid hawthorns held high by the thorn wind, as if showing off their trophies to everyone. And the monk who was still conscious could see the moment when his internal organs slipped out when he raised his eyes and closed his eyes, and even clearly felt the feeling of his bitter bile flowing through the corners of his mouth.

At this time, the head of the piercing wind shook suddenly, throwing away many monks on the jade horn, and the two strong and powerful front hooves stepped frantically on the dead corpse like a glutinous cake, and the flesh and blood flew for a while, and it was unbearable to see.

Seeing that more than half of the monks who participated in the encirclement and suppression of this beast tide were killed and wounded, a purple figure suddenly came from the sky with the majestic poem:

A thousand suns are ethereal phoenixes,

The rocky mountains are shining.

A song of maple flowers is red like fire,

The green branches grow in the depths of the embers.

Then I saw a powerful figure coming from the sky, it was none other than Shen Fengyan, the Sect Master of the Scorching Fire Sect.

Shen Fengyan was dressed in purple clothes and looked dignified. However, as the sect master of the Konoha Sect, at this moment, seeing the fate of the disciples of the Konoha Sect and the Scorching Fire Sect, his face twisted slightly, his anger was uncontrollable, and the red light in his hand flashed, it was the saber of the inferior spirit treasure: Huo Luo Chenxing.

"Evil beasts are presumptuous!

Shen Fengshen slashed hard, and thousands of flints fell like meteors, quickly hitting the stabbing wind on the ground, and for a while, the fire of the falling world in front of him was reflected red for several miles.

As a demon beast, Thorn Wind has long been comparable to adult humans, and at a glance he can see that this powerful martial art does not pose the slightest threat to his thick armor, and he actually stands in place, his two front hooves are bent, and he even raises his huge black ass high, aiming straight at the incoming attack, like a concubine in the royal harem who can't wait to be favored.

"Bang ......"

A series of muffled noises were heard, startling puffs of dust, like iron balls falling from the sky on top of the soft sand mounds.

After a few moments, the dust settled. Looking at it again, at this time, the range of Shen Fengyan's attack was full of large and small potholes, the big ones were more than ten zhang wide, and the small ones were more than one zhang wide.

On the other hand, the thorn wind in the center of the attack was no longer as arrogant as before, and the thick armor on the fat butt was blown away a few pieces. Although the thick black armor on Thorn Wind's body was like a human fingernail, and it would not cause some pain if it was broken, Shen Feng Ash's move really angered Thorn Wind completely.

"Boom!"

The stinging wind roared again and again, and the sharp sound was like a sharp awl, which made everyone deaf for a moment.

Just when everyone was covering their ears, they were surprised to see the two strong and powerful hind limbs of the piercing wind kicking hard, and they actually soared into the sky, and the black jade horn emitted a little white cold light under the sunlight, and the target was directly aimed at Shen Fengshen who was standing in the sky.

Just when the stinging wind was less than ten zhang away from Shen Fengshen, a Hongda palm qi that flew out from the cloud head slapped the stinging wind down, and fell heavily on the ground, and the fall of the huge body shook the whole land.

Immediately, a shocking poem resounded in the sky:

Lin Hua Bai Xie Chun Fei Hong,

The pale yellow withered dust was in a hurry.

Helpless to come to the cold night,

Konoha flies and fire is born.

The poem is over, and the figure is standing, it is the sect leader of the Konoha Sect, Qingye Mujun Lin Baicang.

Lin Baicang has a strong face, dressed in black and green robes, obviously a young man, but his eyes burst out with extreme depth from time to time.

I saw Lin Baicang's right palm lightly raised, and a pale yellow wooden lower grade spirit treasure suddenly appeared, which was the sword: Spring Tree.

The Spring Tree Sword is carved from a special technique of 10,000-year-old jade spring wood, and then blessed by countless powerful magic circles.

A hundred years ago, Lin Baicang relied on the Spring Tree Sword in his hand to kill a monk who was infinitely close to the Yuanying Realm, and at that time he was only an eightfold cultivator in the Jindan Realm.

Lin Baicang stood in the air, a sword stabbed out, and his body retreated as if he had suffered a huge recoil, and at the same time, a turquoise spirit blade shot out from the Spring Tree Sword.

At this time, the thorny wind on the ground was already stunned by Lin Baicang's sudden palm, and when he came back to his senses and got up, he felt that his bones were scattered, obviously the power of his palm had exceeded the range of his body.

Suddenly, he saw a powerful turquoise spirit attack on him, and hurriedly turned around to bulge his hardest back and assume a defensive posture.

However, to everyone's surprise, the place where the Spirit Blade struck was not the Thorn Wind, but the ground at the foot of the Thorn Wind.

The moment the emerald spirit blade sank into the soil, Lin Baicang's spring tree sword in the sky pointed at it from afar.

"Hundred Jades!"

Lin Baicang gave an order, and hundreds of turquoise vines rushed out of the soil at a rapid speed like crazy, and they had the momentum of trying to compete with Tiangong.

The thorn wind that was hiding his face and defending nervously waited for Lin Baicang's attack, but after a while, he didn't feel the slightest attack, so the thorn wind got up to investigate, and he didn't want to raise his eyes to see a turquoise bird cage.

The hundreds of vines around him were tightly combined like green jade carvings, and just when Thorn Feng was puzzled and stretched out his hand to touch it, a strange state arose.

Hundreds of turquoise vines were like twine that suddenly twisted, trapping the thorny wind in it. As the twist of the vines increased, the stinging wind could even feel the pain of his sternum pressing against his lungs.

High in the sky, the corners of Lin Baicang's mouth rose slightly, and with a slight grip of his left palm, hundreds of vines gathered enough power to collapse mountains and stones were all poured out on the huge body of the thorn wind.

"Bang!"

With a burst of explosion, Thorn Wind's huge body was crushed into hundreds of pieces of minced flesh by the huge force of the vines, and for a while, blood flowed everywhere on the field, like a blood-colored painting that had just been painted.

Lin Baicang saw that everyone praised him, and then he came to the ground satisfied.

Shen Fengshen could naturally guess Lin Baicang's intention at this time, that was Liwei.

Shen Fengshen knew very well that with Lin Baicang's strength, it would only take a few breaths to kill the Thorn Wind, and although Lin Baicang took a long time, the whole process was light and light, and the final strangulation of the Thorn Wind was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone, and the effect of this kind of prestige was even stronger.

"Brother, your method of standing up is too powerful!" Shen Fengyan exclaimed.

Lin Baicang gently knocked on Shen Fengyan's skull, smiled and said: "You kid don't pat on the back! I can't always shelter you on the road in the future, in case I have an accident, how can you let me feel at ease under Jiuquan? I just hope that you will grow up quickly!"

Shen Fengshen touched his head and said dissatisfiedly: "What does my brother say bad things! If my brother is in trouble, Feng Ember will definitely take care of my brother!"

Lin Baicang smiled faintly, since his master died of illness, he has taken care of Shen Fengyan like a father, not because he is his master's biological son, but because he loves Shen Fengshen from the bottom of his heart.