After Niu Deng died, there was only one remaining living person in the entire temple, Liang Qiufeng.

And, of course, a little monkey.

Six-Ear's current state was extremely strange, and since the golden armor melted into its body and disappeared, it had remained motionless in a strange manner.

With his arms propped up, his head down and his feet facing the sky, revealing a bright red little buttocks.

Liang Qiufeng knew that it would definitely usher in another metamorphosis, but he didn't know what would become of it in the end, or would it become like that demon god statue, with two horns on its head?

That's a demon!

His hands couldn't help but clench, and even his nails pinched into his palms, and he was red in pain. Some painful memories buried in the deepest part of the heart are churning and surging like waves, dominating the intellect and feelings.

"Run, run!"

"The farther away you go, the better, and never look back......"

There was cold sweat flowing on his forehead, Liang Qiufeng screamed in pain, his eyes were wide, and he was a little red, he strode over with the injury sword, and raised it high.

Ooh!

The blade of the sword fell, and when it was only a foot away from the six ears, Shengsheng stopped.

Then, he slowly retracted and returned the sword to the sheath.

For these, Liu'er was unaware, closed his eyes, and after a while, he slept like thunder, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, and some saliva flowed out, dripping to the ground.

Looking at it like this, the sleeping little guy is still so cute.

Liang Qiufeng closed his eyes, tilted his head, and sighed. After a few moments, he turned around and scurried outside.

When I came to the edge of the abyss, I immediately saw countless evil qi like boiling water vapor, constantly rising from below, and the signs of activity were extremely frequent and intense.

As Niu Deng said, in a few days, these evil spirits will permeate the entire Ali Mountains. When the monsters are not able to live in peace, they will be furious and scatter down the mountain, angering the humans.

A monster catastrophe is coming.

At present, Liang Qiufeng does not have any effective way to stop it, and the smartest choice is to get out of the maze as soon as possible, leave the Demon Suppression Tomb, return to Lonely Mountain City, and return to Zhongnan Mountain. Make this catastrophic news public to see if there is a remedy.

The Demon Suppression Mausoleum, I don't know what era it was built, is as huge as a labyrinth. It has always been hidden in the depths of the Ali Mountains and is unknown.

Inside it. There must be some hidden secrets hidden in the depths of the world.

In addition, Liang Qiufeng still has many unanswered questions about the origin of Liu'er.

But at the moment, he simply can't take care of it, he's racing against time. I just want to go out and leave the Demon Suppression Tomb.

It took three days for Liang Qiufeng to find the entrance. Strode out.

After walking out of the city, his heart moved, jumped onto a towering tree, and looked at the mysterious stone mountain. This moment. His spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated and full.

Liang Qiufeng wanted to remember all the momentum and trajectory of the punch that day. He subconsciously thought that remembering this punch would be very beneficial to his future martial arts path. Maybe you can get some inspiration from it. Create your own martial arts.

Self-created martial arts is the mark of a high-level martial artist.

When cultivating to reach a certain state of incarnation. What you have learned and practiced is no longer the work of your predecessors, but has become your own martial arts.

After all, there are hundreds of millions of martial artists in the world, and each talent has different characteristics. In the early stage, it is no problem to practice the martial arts left by the predecessors, but in the later stage, there will be drawbacks, which will restrict the development of the martial artists themselves.

Once such a situation arises, it is necessary to find countermeasures, or modify and improve the martial arts learned, or gather the strengths of others to create their own martial arts......

Compared to the former, the latter is undoubtedly much more difficult.

For example, Zhang Zhenren, the patriarch of the Sword Mansion, was amazing and brilliant in his life, and created his own "Sword Heart Carving Dragon? Yongzi Eight Swords", but unfortunately he did not complete it throughout his life, which is a pity.

And Liang Qiufeng, as the heir to his mantle, also has to perfect this sword technique, which is a great responsibility.

Of course, with his current cultivation, it is too early to say this.

It didn't take long for Liang Qiufeng to memorize the outline of the entire stone mountain in his mind, as if it had been rubbed down, and there would be no omission.

He didn't hesitate any longer, flew down the tree, and scurried towards the southern foot of the mountain.

Along the way, the roars of fierce monsters were heard from time to time. It was as if those demon beasts had instinctively felt the movement of the evil qi in the depths of the earth, and they seemed uneasy.

Liang Qiufeng was very vigilant, and while maintaining his speed, he paid close attention to the surrounding movements, for fear of suddenly killing a high-level demon beast. In that case, not only will there be no way to report the news, but it will also be difficult to protect itself.

Fortunately, along the way, except for the occasional encounter with some low-level demon beasts, I did not encounter high-level ones, which is considered very safe. When they arrived at the southern foothills, the team of hunting warriors gradually increased. They saw Liang Qiufeng, who was running for his life, and they were very curious:

"Hey, who's this, why are you running so fast?"

"This friend, have you encountered a high-level demon beast?"

Someone directly asked, if there were really high-level demon beasts, they could also retreat early and be safe.

Liang Qiufeng replied as he ran: "Yes, let's leave, soon there will be seventh- and eighth-order demon beasts coming down the mountain." ”

Hearing this, all the warriors burst into laughter, and none of them took it seriously.

What are you kidding, there may indeed be seventh- and eighth-order demon beasts in the depths of the Ali Mountain Range, but it is impossible for them to run out and reach this southern foothill.

This is the most basic common sense.

Therefore, they felt ridiculous and dissatisfied with Liang Qiufeng's rumor-mongering report:

"Hey, isn't this idiot irritated?"

"I look, or do it on purpose, to scare us away. ”

"Guys, do you think this guy looks like anyone?"

"Like whom?"

"It's like Liang Qiufeng of the Zhongnan Sword Mansion......"

The man wasn't sure.

Although Liang Qiufeng took off his fake beard, the camouflage on his face was not removed, and it was fleeting, so it was difficult to see accurately.

"Liang Qiufeng, don't be stupid, he is a genius disciple of the Sword Mansion, a star of the future, how can he come to the mountain range alone to practice? ”

"Not really. ”

The man sneered, "Maybe I'm dazzled by the wrong ......."

Liang Qiufeng didn't stop to explain more, because many times explanations are useless, so why waste time? The true qi in his body was running at a high speed, fully supporting the speed of running, and occasionally stuffing the three apertures of the Vital Yuan Pill into his mouth, so as to restore his vitality.

But the journey back to Gushan City from the Ali Mountains is not short, and it is very difficult to reach the city with just two feet. Therefore, when he came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a good horse for a thousand miles, and immediately flew up, shouting: "There is an emergency, and the Sword Mansion will requisition horses." ”

The owner of the horse was sitting on the ground munching on a piece of animal meat, his mouth was full of fat, and his eyes were wide when he heard this: "What sword mansion requisitioned horses?

But he didn't have time to react, Liang Qiufeng used the wounded sword as a horsewhip, slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely, and immediately disappeared.

"Horse, that's my horse!"

I stood up and wanted to chase after him, but where could I catch up?