Hilly!

Everyone was overjoyed, there was a hill in this verdant world, and it was definitely where the biggest marker was.

According to this scarface's confession, there are not many people in this hill, and there are less than a hundred people who can resist, which is really not worth mentioning for Yang Yi and his party.

I said...... You should send me away, hehe......"

Just when Yang Yi and his party rode a thick-skinned ox to a place more than a mile in front of the hills, the scarred face lying in front smiled miserably, and despair flashed in his eyes,

The crowd stopped suddenly,

In fact, at this point, it doesn't matter if you keep this scarface for your life, but Yang Yi is not a soft-hearted person, he nodded slightly towards the dragon resentment, and then heard a "click", the neck vertebrae of the grassland spirit clan were twisted, and the mutilated body was planted from the thick-skinned cow.

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up a bunch of weeds to bury the corpse of the grassland spirit clan, and the movements of the dragon resentment did not stop in the slightest, and after everything was processed, he came over with the thick-skinned cow,

"Yang Yi, what should we do now?

Shen Qiuyue, who was following Zhou Ping, played the purple gold magic sword twice, and her originally delicate and charming face was actually a little more slashing at this time.

"I think you want to move, but you haven't been active for more than ten days, and it's really uncomfortable!"

Nodding as if understanding, the high-grade magic sword that flashed with cold light appeared in Yang Yi's hand again, licked the corner of his mouth, and Yang Yi smiled:

"This is just the Prairie Spirit Clan, kill it and it's over, anyway, this group of people also do a lot of evil, and we can be regarded as eliminating the harm of the smugglers in the past!"

Seeing that Yang Yi rushed forward, Shen Qiuyue was naturally not to be left behind, and suddenly grabbed his mount and rushed out like a fly.

When he rushed into the hills, sure enough, a straw door appeared in front of him, Yang Yi shouted, and the top-grade magic sword in his hand was sandwiched with the power of Wan Jun, and it slammed into the straw door!

Rumble!

Under this violent blow, the straw door collapsed violently, and as soon as Yang Yi lifted the reins, the thick-skinned cow under his crotch jumped over.

A sharp siren whistle sounded, followed by a bustling noise,

Not far from the straw gate, rows of weed-made huts give the illusion that they have left the prairie, especially in the waterhole not far behind the rows of huts!

"Who are you who dare to come to the territory of our Sand Scorpion Mercenary Group to cause trouble?"

A bearded, naked, topless steppe spirit clan raised a two-handed magic sword monster and rushed out,

Yang Yi smiled contemptuously, rushed out with a clip of the thick-skinned cow, and the high-grade magic sword in his hand condescendingly smashed down with the help of the momentum of the thick-skinned cow.

The grassland spirit clan is estimated to be very confident in his aura, and he actually shouted, and greeted him with a sword in both hands, and actually wanted to wrestle with Yang Yi!

There is no suspense, this is called immeasurable, and the prairie spirit clan with the mantis arm as a car smashed the sword and the people into minced meat,

In this way, the grassland spirit clan behind him couldn't help but be shocked, Yang Yi didn't know who the grassland spirit clan who died under his stick was, but those grassland spirit clans were clear, this was the strongest guy in the entire mercenary group second only to the regiment leader, and the strength had reached the middle grade of the prefecture level Zhong Zhenhong!

How many times, those grassland spirit clans have seen Zhong Zhenhong tear some disobedient smuggler guards in half with his bare hands, but he didn't expect that he would be smashed in front of him today, and it was so terrifying to die,

"Kill!"

For these grassland spirit clans, Yang Yi really has no good feelings, and these grassland spirit clans must also die.

Yang Yi's crotch under the thick-skinned cow is in the prime of life, known for its explosive power, is the best mount for grassland walking, at this time Yang Yi suddenly lifted the reins, and saw that the psychic thick-skinned cow's limb muscles bulged suddenly, and it was actually sprinting up at a speed that was not inferior to the three-tailed spirit fox.

Bang bang bang!

The top-grade magic sword turned into a series of dark whip shadows, dancing in the air, one after another's heads as if they suddenly exploded, and they shattered one after another, and the bright red blood was intertwined with the sauce-white ** splashing,

Desperate screams, desperate wails came and went, and the hills seemed to have entered people's hell in an instant,

Finally, after paying for dozens of lives, these steppe spirit clans finally realized that the guy in front of them who was holding a high-grade magic sword and riding a thick-skinned cow was impossible to defeat, and those remaining grassland spirit clans screamed, turned around and spread their legs and ran wildly, wanting to get rid of this hateful murderous maniac,

However, will Yang Yi, who has already let go of the killing ring, let them go?

Finally over, including the wounded a total of nearly a hundred people, all killed, in this hill except for the head of the original grassland spirit clan that Yang Yi has not interrogated, there are only a few big living people in Yang Yi,

"You ...... These bastards...... You don't have to die!"

Looking at the unmoved Yang Yi and his party, the head of the regiment pointed at Yang Yi and scolded bitterly,

"I'm not used to being pointed at!"

Gently reaching out and crushing the phalanges of the fingers of the grassland spirit clan, and then crushing his other fingers inch by inch, Yang Yi said softly,

"You...... What do you want?"

The dean of the Prairie Spirit Clan bared his teeth, his eyes were full of despair, and he looked at the crushed palm, and asked in despair,

"What's dangerous or interesting about this grassland?"

Yang Yi asked lightly towards the Prairie Spirit Clan Dean, and he couldn't see that it was his previous cruel and calm crushing of the Prairie Spirit Clan's palm into minced meat.

"I've lived here for decades, and this hill with a radius of only a few kilometers, what's so strange about it? If there is any danger, it's those terrible aura storms, when I came here a few decades ago, this hill was almost a few hundred meters high, and now it's less than half of it,"

"Another question, what are the strong men you met a few days ago dressed in? How many people are there, and in which direction did they leave?"

Yang Yi nodded, when the leader of the grassland spirit clan answered before, Yang Yi kept staring into his eyes, and after making sure that he was not lying, he asked the second question,

Yang Yi nodded, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face,

"You're in a group?"

The leader of the grassland spirit clan naturally saw Yang Yidi's expression, and then thought of Yang Yi's previous question, and couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face, cursing himself for being too unlucky,

"If that's right, it's supposed to be them, which direction are they going, will there be some dangerous areas in that direction, or are there any powerful demon beasts?"

"I've been walking for a few days to the north, ahem...... That direction seems to be the legendary land of reincarnation,"

The face of the leader of the steppe spirit clan changed greatly, as if he remembered something that he was particularly afraid of, he seemed to be trying not to think about it, but the look of fear was curious,