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Finally glanced at Zhao Song, as Zhao Song expected, he did not try to continue the pursuit, but directly chased to the periphery of the Demon Shan Mountain Range, Zhao Song did not signal the wolves to stop the killing, because the demon wolves suffered heavy losses in this battle, five thousand demon wolves died, and countless demon wolves were injured.

If it weren't for the huge loss of harshness, the strength was greatly reduced, and the wolf king's breath would not have such a good record, so Zhao Song didn't want the demon wolf to have any more senseless casualties, this time the wolves could save his life, he was not the kind of ruthless person, ruthless only to his own enemies.

Looking at the corpse of the demon wolf in one place, looking at the corpse, nearly five thousand demon wolf beast souls, and more crippled demon wolves, Zhao Song sighed and passed a message to the wolf king, the wolf king's eyes showed gratitude, but he couldn't speak.

The wolves let out a series of roars when the wolf dynasty went down, and the wolves all around them quieted down and lay down on the spot.

Zhao Song first patted the storage bag, and a purple gray banner appeared, Zhao Song's fingers pointed upward, and he drank the word "receive". The beast soul banner instantly grew larger, emitting a gray mist, enveloping the souls of five thousand demon wolves, and they all poured into the banner.

These demon wolf souls, I don't know what means are harshly used, they can't reincarnate after death, they are all full of anger and cannot be dissipated, so Zhao Song put them into the soul flag, so that they can borrow the special soul of the soul banner to nourish the beast soul and make it less painful.

After doing all this, Zhao Song put away the soul flag, sat down, pinched the law in his hand, and ran the dragon heart method, the soft white light, followed the spread of Zhao Song's divine consciousness, enveloping the demon wolf within a radius of dozens of miles, and the wolf pack did not resist Zhao Song's divine consciousness shrouded under the advance signal of the wolf king.

At this time, if Zhao Song had bad intentions, he could easily control all the demon wolves, but Zhao Song didn't do this, this is his principle of life, and the grievances are clear!

Under the shroud of Zhao Song's divine sense, in the package of soft white light, the demon wolves who had been slightly injured quickly healed their wounds, the pain disappeared in a blink of an eye, and joy appeared in their eyes;

On the edge of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, there are many monks stranded in the sky, most of them are in the middle and late stages of foundation building, because they know the danger of this mountain range, although they are not weak in cultivation, they do not dare to enter the mountain range rashly, even if they fly in the sky, they do not dare to go deep.

And those who are cultivating below the middle stage of foundation building do not dare to step into it easily, so they can only stand far away on the hills on the periphery of the mountain, watch the depths of the jungle, listen to the roars of wolves from time to time, and the incessant roar of spells, and guess everything that happened inside.

Tian Fei watched Zhao Song and the black-clothed Jindan powerhouse go deep into the jungle, he didn't follow up, nor did he leave, at this moment he sat cross-legged on the flying sword, closed his eyes and meditated, he had a powerful aura on his body, so that many monks next to him did not dare to approach, they all occupied a place from afar, watching the depths of the jungle.

The purple-haired young man in different clothes beside him also did not leave, and was also a hundred zhang away from Tian Fei, sitting cross-legged on top of the flying sword, not closing his eyes quietly, but looking at the jungle with interest, his eyes flashing with a brilliant light.

The thousand-handed immortal Li Ji stood on top of the flying sword, listening to the vibration in the depths of the mountain range, his brows furrowed even deeper, and the woman in pink on the side looked at the depths of the jungle and remained silent!

There was constant talk from the monks all around.

"With the difference in cultivation between the two of them, there shouldn't be such a fierce fighting method!"

"With the cultivation of the Soul Hidden Sect Master, if you want to kill a foundation building period with your own hands, it should be an instant kill!"

"Even if it is in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, as long as you don't go to the depths and don't encounter the shape-shifting demon beast, it's easy to get out, you should have come out a long time ago, how can you go in for so long, and there is such a fierce fighting method!"

"It should be that after the master of the Yan Sect killed that kid, anyway, I came here like this once, so I killed some demon beasts and took some Neidan, so I missed some time. ”

"Well, Daoyou's words are reasonable, it must be so!"

"If I had this kind of cultivation, I would have come every three or five times, and I would have taken the demon pill for cultivation, or exchanged it for a spirit stone, and it would have been developed a long time ago!"

With a heart-shaking wolf howl, "boom-boom-boom----!", several sounds in succession far exceeded the previous ones, interrupting the discussions of the cultivators, and one by one they stared into the distance.

With the sound, the earth shook, and the jungle in the eastern part of the whole mountain range was trembling, and all the cultivators were shocked!

"Is this the spell that the Yan Sect Master released to kill high-level demon beasts? It's so powerful!" someone inhaled.

"It must be that he wants to collect more demon pills, so he releases a wide range of spells, so he will have such power!"

Suddenly, a black dot rushed out of the jungle in the distance, quickly approaching everyone, and the black dot enlarged to reveal a figure in black, and it came at an astonishing speed.

"Sure enough, it's the master of the Yan Sect, you look at this speed, he has gained ----- this time!" A monk looked at the figure and said with emotion, but when he saw the appearance of the person who came, he was about to continue, but he stopped abruptly, as if he was stuck in his throat.

A man in black swept above everyone, but there were still some sharp-eyed people who saw the situation clearly, and they all gasped and opened their eyes wide.

Because the person who came was harsh, he saw these monks who were staying, but he didn't stay, but everyone still saw that the usually high Soul Hidden Sect Master came out of the Vein Demon Mountain Range today, his black robe was torn, his hair was messy, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, and his overall image was greatly subverted.

Seeing the appearance of the Lord of the Yan Sect, everyone was even more afraid of the Demon Beast Mountain Range in their hearts, and they were all thinking, Yuanying still didn't want to enter here before, no wonder no one dared to pass through here and enter Zhongzhou!

In everyone's hearts, it was determined that the monk named Fang Mu must be dead, and the injury of the master of the Yan Sect could be understood by thinking about it with his toes, and it had nothing to do with the person named Fang Mu, not only these ordinary monks who had this idea, but even Tian Fei, the purple-haired young man in different clothes, the fairy Li Ji with a thousand hands, and the girl in pink clothes all had this idea at the same time.

Fang Mu's combat power and Fang Mu's name, although it was once a sensation, maybe some people will occasionally think of it, but since the person is dead, in the hearts of most monks at this moment, there is no longer this person, maybe after tomorrow, they can't remember who Fang Mu is, because too many people die every day in the immortal cultivation world, too many things will happen, and they can't withstand the dilution of time.

As the cultivators left one after another, the mountain range east of the Demon Beast Mountain Range regained calm, leaving only traces of battle, and blood-stained peaks, and stumps everywhere were shocking, showing the world that the thunder tribulation had befallen here, the earth-shattering killing that had occurred, and the reward that the target person had died, but strangely had not been canceled.

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