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The sky is high and the clouds are light.

A black shadow galloped on this vast wasteland, this is the third day that Mu Ping has entered the game, in the past three days, Mu Ping has encountered thirteen demon beasts, including lions, cobras, demon tigers, and a flying steppe harrier eagle.

These demon beasts are all second- and third-level, relying on their huge size, attack power, and tenacious vitality, they launched the strongest attack on Mu Ping when they came up.

But in front of the powerhouses of the Xuan Transformation Rank, these demon beasts were undoubtedly delivered, and they were killed by him by dividing five by two, turning into a thick smoke and dissipating, and each demon beast was killed with a different reward, especially when he killed the grassland harrier eagle, he also harvested a gold ingot.

In addition to the threat of these monsters, the main danger, even if the magnetic storm blows from time to time, this kind of storm is different from lightning strikes, if you fall into it, you will immediately lose your way, and you don't know where it will be blown to.

And the biggest threat of this kind of magnetic storm is tearing, and the Yuan Soul is not as good as **, and this kind of magnetic storm is designed for the Yuan Soul, once it is torn, I am afraid that there will be no bones.

Fortunately, Mu Ping's mental strength is strong, and he can sense the danger in advance, and he can easily avoid it every time.

Early in the morning, Mu Ping came out of the temporarily opened rest cave and was surprised to find that about thirty miles away, the yellow dust was all over the sky, floating up ten kilometers high, and there was a faint sound of fighting coming out below.

"This is definitely not a magnetic storm!" Mu Ping muttered to himself.

Because the magnetic storm is black, it is easy to identify, and the smoke rising there is yellow, like an ancient battlefield, in which thousands of horses and thousands of troops are fighting.

He waved his hand to destroy the cave, and the wind unleashed and sped towards the place where the yellow storm had risen.

"As long as there are people, you can find out Ding Rui's whereabouts!"

This was Mu Ping's only thought, and as for the possible danger there, he automatically ignored it.

If a monk shrinks his head in everything, then what kind of cultivation is there, just go home, marry a wife, have children, and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Flying is forbidden in this game, and Mu Ping doesn't want to expose his strength too early, so in the past three days, he has also traveled thousands of kilometers just by relying on the wind.

While running, he quietly turned his spiritual power into one

Straight line, stretch out.

On this grassland, if he is willing, his spiritual power can cover a radius of five kilometers, but in that case, the consumption of spiritual power is not ordinarily large, so there are no very special circumstances, he generally controls his spiritual power within five hundred meters, and when he encounters danger, he can react quickly.

"Steppe wolf?"

Mu Ping's spiritual power extended out for less than thirty breaths, and he fed back, there was indeed a battlefield in front of him, and there were no less than two hundred people fighting there, and these people were generally yellow-level martial artists, and their cultivation was the highest level of talent in the middle stage.

And they are facing tens of thousands of steppe demon wolves.

The individual of this demon beast is not large, only about three meters, but the number is amazing, there are tens of thousands.

The biggest characteristic of this demon beast is that it is good at group attacks, and like the wolves in the world, it is not afraid of death.

If a lone monk encounters this pack of wolves, he will only have to wait for death, because if you kill one, there are still ten and hundreds waiting for you behind, and you will not kill all the demon wolves!

The facts confirmed Mu Ping's thoughts, the two hundred Terran monks wearing young hero costumes, at this moment, the clothes on the men's bodies were torn and covered with blood, and they didn't know if it was their own, or those demon wolves, while the female cultivators were cloaked, and dozens of monks' robes had disappeared, revealing a large area/spring/light/.

On the ground, there were dozens of corpses scattered on the ground, some were demon wolves, and more were monks.

Fragmented and miserable.

Bursts of bloody gas spread from the battlefield, making people feel that this is not a game at all, but a realistic version of hell on earth.

These two hundred monks have been surrounded by wolves at this moment, and in less than an hour, they will all be wiped out, and all of them will become the rations of the demon wolves.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping didn't be a spectator, if these monks died, their ** outside the game would also perish, and he, as the leader of the Xuan Group, a guardian determined to protect Huaxia, how could he be at ease and watch from the wall?

Therefore, he came to the periphery of the wolves after a few ups and downs, and Yuan Li Zhou Tian was running, his whole body flashed with golden light, and the big fist of the bowl smashed against the head of the demon wolf who was facing away from him and staring at him.

"Smack!"

The demon wolf in front of him didn't have time to scream, and his head was smashed into pulp, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

A thing similar to a treasure chest was scattered all over the place, and Mu Ping didn't look at it, and immediately put it into the storage bag that the game distributed to each monk.

All of this is a long story, but it can happen in the light of lightning.

Mu Ping was like a tiger that had entered a flock of sheep, and wherever he passed, the demon wolf disappeared in an instant, turning into ingots or treasure chests.

In less than thirty breaths, he killed hundreds of demon wolves, and all the rewards he received were easily collected by him, and even the three cubic storage bags filled most of them.

Here, he didn't dare to expose the storage rings in the dantian easily, who knows if there were any marks laid by the masters on these rewards, if so, wouldn't he have prematurely exposed the secret of his possession of the ring?

"Wow!"

The wolves obviously didn't notice that these warriors still had reinforcements, and stayed in place for a while, and when they saw that Mu Ping was only one person, "Ahhhh

"Don't mess around, everyone, our reinforcements have arrived!"

A red-faced man in his forties shouted, and all the monks in the organization also approached the place where Mu Ping was.

These people formed a ring back to back, and the weapons in their hands slashed at the demon wolf together, and those who did not have weapons used their palms.

Suddenly, with Mu Ping as the center, all the forces rushed towards him together.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping waved his palms, hacked the two demon wolves to death, unhurriedly took the bow obtained in the Fire Dragon Sect from his back, bent the bow and arrows, and shot an arrow at the head wolf standing on the wolf.

In his spare time, he refined three feather arrows, and re-refined the bow, reaching the level of a first-class real weapon, as early as when he wanted to do something to the wolves, he was quietly taken out of the ring and carried it on his back, but he didn't expect it to really come into use.

He understood the principle of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and when the wolf howled and commanded the wolves to attack him, he was locked by his spiritual power, and it happened to be annihilated in one fell swoop.