When the first cultivators crossed the ocean and arrived in the Hokland, the Demonic Beast Forest already existed.

For the dynasty bordering the forest, this land was like a fish in the throat, threatening the safety of the dynasty at all times.

From ancient times to the present, successive dynasties have hoped to destroy it completely, so they have sent countless powerful and dynastic alliances deep into the forest in an attempt to exterminate all the demonic beasts.

However, with several expeditions, although the number of demonic beasts killed was innumerable, the army was never able to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the forest, and the demonic beasts that poured out from there were endless, and they were inexhaustible.

So the dynasties sent strong men into the forest several times to investigate the cause, but they were like mud cattle into the sea, and no one returned.

The dynasties had been seriously attrition with several expeditions, and finally had to compromise, setting up countless formations at the border, once a beast tide invaded the territory, the large array would be activated, and the sporadic demonic beasts had nearby garrisons to expel and kill.

After passing through the pine and cypress on the west side of the official road, there is an empty wasteland where no grass grows, and this is the place where Yan Guo buried the formation.

This vast wasteland is separated between the Warcraft Forest and the official road, and spreads to all the lands bordering the Warcraft Forest in the Yan Kingdom.

At this time, Ba Fenghan and his party crossed the wasteland and rode their horses to the Warcraft Forest several miles away.

As they got closer to the forest, the horses under the crotches of the three began to appear restless.

Cheng Xue slammed the horse's abdomen hard while stepping on the stirrup, making the horse obedient and moving forward, while looking at the man beside him for help.

Ba Feng Han looked at the towering trees that could be reached and said in a deep voice: "In front of you is the Demonic Beast Forest, and the demonic beast aura filled with it makes them feel dangerous, try to appease them. ”

Although the horses were reluctant to move on, the three of them finally reached the edge of the forest.

Although it is already March in the spring, the climate of the North Continent is very cold, and the revival of all things often occurs in May, but when the North Continent is desolate, the vegetation in the Warcraft Forest is very lush, and some tree species and shrubs that should have withered in winter are evergreen here.

After calming the horses, the three of them entered the forest and marched slowly in the direction of Xuzhou County.

From time to time in the forest, the roar of beasts came from far away, and the two of them, who were spiritual cultivators, released spiritual power fluctuations, even to appease the three horses, and also invisibly warn the demonic beasts wandering nearby.

After a few hours, the three of them dismounted in front of a hill to rest.

At that moment, a shrill chirp came from the sky obscured by the towering trees, and a vulture the size of a horse crossed the canopy above and landed on a hill not far away.

After the vulture stopped, an old man with long eyebrows in white clothes jumped from its back.

The old man took out a pill and fed it to the vulture, and then the big bird flapped its wings again, hovering and chirping in the air.

Ba Fenghan faced the old man, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Mo Qian, the elder of the Lizong of the Fourth Order Mahayana.

Qingluan beside him had also seen the old man from a distance, and naturally recognized that it was the sworn enemy of Ba Fenghan and the others, and he was already holding a sword in his hand at this time, waiting for him.

Mo Qian stood on the hill, his gaze swept over the three of them, "It's good to leave the road and don't go, and come to this ghost place to do something, and the old man has to show up early." ”

He ignored Ba Fenghan and the others, looked directly at Qingluan, his eyes wandered on her graceful body, and suddenly smiled: "Little girl, my disciples of the Li Sect will arrive later, why bother to protect them, if you stop watching the battle and accompany the old man to spend a night of Spring Festival with him afterwards, the old man will personally go out to explain the reason to the Chamber of Commerce." ”

"Old color embryo, you can't die!" Qingluan suddenly appeared, and a three-headed Luan bird soul appeared behind him at the same time, with a fluttering figure, rushing to the top of the mountain with a sword.

To shoot is to go all out.

Mo Qian smiled at all, staring at Qingluan, who was approaching quickly, and at the same time, the three souls behind him appeared, all of whom were highly poisonous.

Facing the same fourth-order Mahayana woman, Mo Qian did not dare to take it lightly.

While the two of them exchanged hands on the top of the mountain, Bafenghan at the bottom of the mountain asked Cheng Xue to stay where he was, and then quietly walked to the top of the mountain.

Mo Qian had already appeared, and the rest of the Li Sect disciples would suddenly appear following the big bird at some point.

Qingluan's sword was very fast, and Mo Qian, who was forced to do so, could only defend passively and retreat step by step.

Although the two have the same realm, they also have a lot of killing power.

Mo Qian specializes in poisons and has strange methods, but Qingluan is a wind-based spiritual cultivator with quick body skills, and they are all killer moves.

In the face of this woman's sudden outburst, Mo Qian's response was inevitably a little hasty.

"Little girl, look what this is!"

After Mo Gan dodged the stabbing sword, he suddenly jumped out of several meters, took out a cloth bag from behind him, and raised the powder inside into the air.

When the powder touched the air, it instantly turned into a yellow mist and enveloped the two of them.

Qingluan originally planned to continue to shoot, but seeing this scene, he hurriedly retreated and held his breath, but found that his spiritual power suddenly did not work smoothly.

Mo Qianyin said: "As early as when you reached the top of the mountain, you have been poisoned, the old man just stimulates the medicinal properties faster, the little girl is still too angry, if I said it earlier, why is this." ”

At this time, the yellow mist had dissipated, but a green poisonous mist rose around Mo Qian, enveloping him.

Vegetation touched by the poisonous mist began to wither at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Mo Qian suddenly rushed forward, and his right hand became as black as ink, like an eagle's claw.

Qingluan was shocked, and was about to mobilize his spiritual power to resist, but found that his spiritual power did not obey the call at all. It turned out that the previous poor operation was just an illusion, but the actual situation is even more serious.

Before Mo Qian approached, she had to retreat in a hurry, but the crisis was still close at hand.

At this moment, Ba Fenghan, who had already quietly touched the mountain, suddenly appeared, poured a body of spiritual power into the narrow knife in his hand, and slashed at Mo Gan's outstretched palm.

Mo Qian was shocked, but it was too late, and as Ba Fenghan's hand rose and fell, his right hand was cut off by Qi Wrist.

Originally, Ba Fenghan thought that he would retreat, but who knew that Mo Qian suddenly waved his robe, and regardless of the hatred of the severed palm, Ba Fenghan shot dozens of poisonous needles as thin as a hair at Qingluan.

After the poisonous needle was shot, Mo Qian immediately locked on Ba Fenghan with a hideous face, and the poisonous gas rose all over his body, rushing towards him.

Mo Qian regretted not being at the beginning, and the fourth-order woman failed to hurt him, but he didn't expect to be slandered by a small person who was ignored by himself.

Seeing Mo Gan approaching, where did Ba Fenghan dare to stand in place, the reason why he was not inexplicably poisoned like Qingluan before, was nothing more than that when he climbed to the top of the mountain, the poison had been dissipated, and at this time, he was facing a genuine fourth-order spiritual cultivator, and he was also a master of poisoning, and he didn't dare to be lucky, not to mention that if he continued to delay, when the people of Lizong came one after another, it would only be a dead end.

After seeing the current situation clearly, Bai Fenghan's face showed a trace of fierceness, and he decisively used the secret technique taught by Xue Zang, and the majestic cold power sealed in the sea of spiritual energy was like a flood beast that had lost its restraints, surging towards his limbs and hundreds of remains.

Ba Fenghan's chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and he didn't vomit or feel unhappy.

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his black hair was windless, and the vegetation under his feet was instantly shrouded in a layer of ice shell, and continued to extend to all sides, and the temperature of the entire mountain top was rapidly dropping.

Mo Gan, who was about to get closer, saw this, his expression changed slightly, he actually felt a trace of threat from this crazy man, which made him extremely surprised, you know, the other party is only a second-order cultivator.

Seeing that the other party was close in front of him, Mo Qian gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the idea of retreating, and reached out with his left hand and slapped it at the other party's heart.

However, when Mo Qian was about to touch the other party, he was suddenly shocked, and he found that the spiritual power containing the poison suddenly became sluggish, and the vitality of the green poisonous mist around him was also decreasing.

At the same time, Ba Fenghan also noticed the change in Mo Gan, and slashed down with a knife without any moves to speak of, Mo Qian already knew that something was wrong, and was about to withdraw his hand, but after all, it was still a step too late, and the blade infused with ice and cold power was attached to a layer of frost, and it was as fast as lightning to cut off Mo Gan's four fingers.

Mo Qian's eyes were gloomy when he retreated a few meters back, and then he felt a chill coming from the severed finger of his left hand.

He looked down and saw that a layer of frost had been attached to the wound, and it was rapidly climbing up along the veins, and the flesh and bones where he passed through were completely lifeless.

Mo Qian also made a decision immediately, took out a boning knife and directly cut off half of his palm, endured the pain, and was about to escape.

At this time, the power surging in the opposite man's body was no better than his spiritual power. He was good at using poison, but the other party restrained him fiercely, and Mo Qian at this time could no longer raise the slightest fighting spirit.

Seeing that Mo Qian had the intention of retreating, Ba Feng Han had already made a sudden move, wanting to never suffer in the future.

In a hurry, Mo Qian spilled all the poison on his body, trying to have a poison that could block it for a moment, and then called for the vulture.

When the vultures arrived, Mo Qian had already taken the lead in running towards Cheng Xue at the bottom of the mountain, wanting to threaten the other party and delay time.

However, Mo Qian was a step too late after all, and was slashed in the back by Ba Fenghan, rolling down the mountain, and then grabbed by the vultures that came and carried him high into the air.

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves not far away, and Bai Fenghan stood on the top of the mountain and looked, only to see several disciples of the Lizong dressed in white who were quickly rushing towards this place, and the first person was Zhao Zetao, a fourth-order cultivator.

Ba Fenghan suddenly had a mouthful of blood gushing up, and he was forcibly swallowed again. At this time, he could clearly feel that the majestic ice spirit cold power was slowly retreating into the sea of spiritual energy, and the backlash of using secret techniques was also quietly coming.

Ba Feng didn't care whether Mo Qian was dead or alive, and the only way to escape from here was to hurry up. When he looked back to check on Qingluan's condition, she had already gotten up and was looking at the team in the distance.

Feeling Ba Fenghan's gaze, Qingluan took the lead in sweeping down the mountain, "If you don't escape from here quickly, won't you stand here and wait for death?"

Cheng Xue, who always paid attention to the situation at the top of the mountain, had already led the horse and waited at this time, and after the two of them went down the mountain, the three of them rode away.

It's just that under the leadership of Ba Fenghan, the group did not continue to go in the direction of Xuzhou County along the periphery, but rushed deeper into the Warcraft Forest.