Wen Yiming breathed a sigh of relief under the perception of the aura of concentration until no ghost wren was found within a radius of fifty meters. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info narrowed the coverage of the concentration aura to twenty meters, and with his current cultivation and spiritual strength, coupled with the nourishment of Wuxiang Qiluo's spiritual power, he could fully support it for half an hour.

At this time, he looked around the place he was in, and it was a valley full of yellow sand and gravel.

The low hills on either side seemed to be lifeless, and the valley nearly fifty meters wide meandered in one direction. There was not a single tree in the hills and valleys, but all the sharp gravel of various sizes, and the yellow sand that the breeze could bring up a puff of smoke and dust, densely filled every gap in the ground. Occasionally, a few unknown dwarf plants can be seen hiding beneath some huge rocks, slightly adding a touch of life to the valley.

Wen Yiming walked cautiously along the valley, in this kind of ruins that he didn't know at all, there were ghost wrens watching in the dark, with his current strength, he still didn't dare to travel at high speed without finding a way to deal with ghost wrens.

Less than fifty meters ahead, Wen Yiming sensed two ghost wrens lurking in the dark, one left and one right. This time, Wen Yiming was not nervous anymore, but completely relaxed, secretly gathering true qi in his limbs. When the Ghost Wren attacks, he uses his focused perception and strong body to instantly burst into speed and capture a Ghost Wren.

The two ghost wrens on the left and right are invisible, and they find that the prey is actually looking around for sightseeing along the way. After two seconds, he suddenly went around, turning into a front and back attack on Wen Yiming's back and chest.

When Wen Yiming sensed the fluctuations, he protected the back of the long stick with his backarm, and suddenly burst out in eight steps to catch the cicadas, and rushed over without dodging or avoiding the fluctuations in front of him. At the same time, the true qi of the left hand that poked out rioted, and the Tai Chi listening force was launched, and the cold hair exploded in an instant.

The ghost wren behind him rushed forward at Wen Yiming's acceleration, and he lost his target for a while, so he had to speed up again to keep up. At this time, the ghost wren in front of him had already raided two feet in front of Wen Yiming's chest. Wen Yiming flipped his wrist, and Jackie Chan grabbed it with his claw hand like lightning towards the prediction point.

Sensing the danger, the ghost wren saw that there was nothing to do, and deceitfully turned around to hide and escape. It just so happened that at this time, the ghost wren in the rear hit the long stick on Wen Yiming's back, causing Wen Yiming's figure to move forward by three inches.

'Wow!'

The ghost wren, which had not yet hidden its body, was grabbed by Wen Yiming, who was moving forward by the impact, and let out a sharp exclamation. While Wen Yiming stirred the long stick behind his back with one hand, the ghost wren behind him had already disappeared in his perception, and escaped from the concentration aura in an instant.

As soon as Wen Yiming moved his gaze to the ghost wren in his left hand, he suddenly shook, and a force as high as the sixth layer of an ordinary martial artist shook into Wen Yiming's palm. Without any precautions, Wen Yiming was almost shaken open of his palm, allowing the ghost wren to escape.

As soon as Wen Yiming tightened his five fingers, he saw that the ghost wren, who only had a small head, stretched out his neck violently, and his head was pecked at Wen Yiming's tiger's mouth. A sharp pain that pierced the heart was mixed with the swelling pain and soreness caused by the 'Hegu acupoint', causing the palm of the hand to loosen.

Just when the ghost wren spread its wings and was about to fly, Wen Yiming's right hand decisively abandoned the stick and pressed it out violently.

'Chirp---!'

In addition to the three advantages of stealth, strong beak and claws, and extremely fast speed, the ghost wren does not have a high defense. Under Wen Yiming's majestic palm, he fell to the ground with a miserable scream, flapped his wings twice and whined for his life.

Wen Yiming raised his bloodied left hand and frowned. Secretly said, this speed is really not covered, the speed at which he tightened his five fingers is not fast, and he was still made colorful by the ghost wren who was dying against him without defense. If it weren't for the tightening of the five fingers and the oppression of the ghost wren, it would not be as simple as a blood hole, and it is very likely that even the tendons of the hand would be pecked. Of course, this is also because he wants to catch the ghost wren alive, otherwise he can pinch it to death as soon as he succeeds.

Running True Qi to seal the wound, Wen Yiming looked at the ghost wren on the ground.

"Huh!"

Wen Yiming found that after the ghost wren died, his entire body became transparent. It really showed him the truth of what a sparrow is small and has a good heart! And in the transparent head of the ghost wren, there was a dark blue soft body the size of a soybean that was squirming slightly.

What is this? Wen Yiming said secretly, could it be that this beast can resurrect from the ashes?

When Wen Yiming leaned over to pick up the corpse of the ghost wren, he found that the transparent corpse had dissipated little by little, and finally a pair of bird clutches and beaks were left in the palm of his hand. And the wriggling soft body actually floated strangely, like a living thing, wanting to float away.

The bird's beak and claws were directly put away by Wen Yiming, he estimated that it was a good thing, he had read so many fantasy novels in his previous life, and he was still very clear about the fact that some parts of the fierce beast and spirit beast could be used as materials and resources. Even if it's useless, it's a big deal to throw it away later.

As for the wriggling soft body that had failed to float away, Wen Yiming put it in the bottle that had previously contained Fusangdan, and then put it into his belt. Needless to say, Wen Yiming also knew that this was definitely a good thing, and there were wriggling organs hidden in the lifeless corpse, and the baby couldn't run.

Wen Yiming has encountered the ghost wren twice in a row, and he already knows a lot about it, at least in the focus on, he can still easily deal with it. Moving forward in the valley along the way, Wen Yiming gradually quickened his pace, and in a quarter of an hour, he killed five ghost wrens one after another.

However, apart from harvesting the claws and beak of the ghost wren, the wriggling softness was a flash in the pan and never appeared again.

In the middle of the way, Chinese Yiming also found several corpses of martial cultivators, and judging by the tragic situation of their heart parts being hollowed out, they should have been given stomach by the ghost wren. Thinking of the safety of Shu Yilan and the others, Wen Yiming couldn't help but speed up.

As more and more ghost wrens were killed by him, Wen Yiming became more and more comfortable dealing with the attacks of ghost wrens, and after harvesting hundreds of pairs of bird claws, another wriggling soft body finally appeared.

In the process of hurrying, there have been many forks in the road, because the terrain is exactly the same everywhere, Wen Yiming did not analyze much, and every time he chose the route at random.

At this time, Wen Yiming came to a fork in the road again. Just as he was about to enter the entrance of the valley on the left, he suddenly heard several frightened female screams from the depths of the valley on the right. Wen Yiming's long stick tightened in his hand, and he hurriedly changed his route and rushed into the valley on the right. Although he was not familiar with the voice just now, there were also many women among the people sent by the Twin Cities this time.

With the blessing of the aura of concentration, Wen Yiming was not afraid of the surprise attack of the ghost wren at all, and ran wildly without any scruples. Bypassing a bend, Wen Yiming had already seen two hundred meters ahead, five men with daggers half-squatting under a boulder, looking around in horror. Not far away, the chests of the two corpses were bubbling with blood. Behind the five men was a pale-faced woman with a double ten.

Wen Yiming didn't know these six martial cultivators, but from the way he dressed, he knew that they were fellow disciples of the Twin Cities faction.

It seems that he was attacked by the ghost wren, Wen Yiming said secretly. Without thinking too much, he instantly burst out in eight steps to catch the cicada, approaching everyone in the twin cities at a gallop, and at the same time expanding the concentration aura to a range of thirty meters.

"Look, it's a blind monk!" one of the young men was surprised when he saw Wen Yiming, who was approaching at great speed.

Wen Yiming secretly said that it was not good, although the ghost wren had a single attack method, it was extremely cunning and good at grasping the most lax timing of its prey. At this moment, he was still fifty meters away from everyone, and if the ghost wren took this opportunity to sneak attack, he would be out of reach and difficult to rescue.

"Be careful!" Wen Yiming didn't have time to say more, his true qi poured under his feet, and his speed exploded to the limit, and he rushed into twenty meters in an instant. At this moment, the young man who spoke suddenly had a great change in his face, and the dagger in his hand fluttered wildly.

And in the next second, the shirt on the young man's chest suddenly tore open, and then a stream of blood arrows rushed out. Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and let out a low shout to shoot his speed to the extreme. When he rushed to the young man's side, the young man's pupils had gradually dilated, and his body was twitching incessantly.

The four men and one woman leaning against the boulder trembled with fear, and a sense of despair arose in the air.

"Concentrate your mental strength, remember what I said when we resisted the killing intent!" Wen Yiming saw everyone's expressions, and hurriedly took the lead, instantly stimulating the will to survive of the same family.

Wen Yiming stared intently at the young man on the ground at this time, and the moment the young man stopped twitching, Wen Yiming suddenly reached out and pulled out a claw.

'Chirp~~~!'

"Want to run?"

Wen Yiming pinched the ghost wren that broke out of his chest, and luckily received a wriggling soft body again.

"Shadow Escape, it's really Shadow Escape!" exclaimed, the only thin young man in the samurai stage.

After Wen Yiming noticed that the two fluctuation points around him were gradually disappearing, he pinched the wriggling soft body that was about to fly, raised his hand and asked, "Do you know this thing?"

The thin man nodded in surprise, "Senior monk, this is indeed the shadow marrow. It is the unique essence of the ghost wren, and after refining and absorbing it, it can increase the limit speed of martial cultivation. However, the appearance rate of this thing is extremely low, and if you are lucky, you can have two or three grains at most in a hundred. Congratulations to the monks!"