Knowing that Ziran was a young male lion, the demon hunters were still extremely determined, because the hyenas had no way out. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ziran is also extremely determined, and the male lion will not be afraid.

No matter how determined the hyenas are, they are no match for the male lions, unless they are numerous, and a pack of hyenas besiege a male lion, and after paying a terrible price, they may be able to kill the male lion.

But although their number is very large, in fact it is still very small.

The battle was soon over, and Ziran killed all the demon hunters on the cliff at the cost of a knife in the back of the shoulder.

The wound on the back of the shoulder was a little deep, and blood was constantly flowing, but Ziran ignored it.

He walked to the cliff and picked up a wooden bow, and bent it like a full moon.

A few hyenas didn't know what was going on on the cliff, but the lion decided to kill them all.

Under the valley is the array of the elves, and the fog is filled, neither sound nor vision can be heard, but Ziran's eyesight is excellent, and outside, he can still vaguely see the scene under the valley.

A feathered arrow pierced into the heart of a demon hunter, he glared angrily, his palm covered his chest, blood continued to spill from between his fingers, he slowly squatted down unwillingly, and then fell to the ground, until he died, he did not know where the arrow came from, who wanted to kill him.

Ziran's face was very calm, so he was very indifferent.

He continued to bend his bow and shoot arrows.

Arrows are not missing, arrows kill people.

He threw away the longbow in his hand and began to treat the wound on the back of his shoulder.

His body had been tempered by the blood of the Golden Crow, it was extremely powerful, and it contained an infinitely fanatical flame aura, and his self-healing ability was extremely strong, but he still didn't want to let his strength be wasted in the slightest.

He didn't deal with the corpses of the demon hunters on the ground, and the bloody breath from these corpses would quickly attract the beasts or demons in the mountains, and they would naturally help him dispose of them and eat them in his stomach.

Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, unloading the mill and killing the donkey, no matter how you look at it, this is a very immoral thing and very unconscionable.

But Ziran doesn't think so.

First of all, he doesn't feel that he is a good person, so naturally he doesn't need to do good deeds.

Secondly, he thinks that what he has done is a good thing, even though he has lived so little and has not done even a good thing in the real sense of the word.

Whether the demon hunters have benefited from the elves or not, after they go out, the news of the elves will inevitably be completely opened, and one of the only remaining elven tribes in the world may cease to exist.

In fact, although the mission of the demon hunters is sacred, they are also not good people, and no one can deny that their hands have not been stained with the blood of innocents, so they should also die, and Ziran will not have the slightest mental obstacle to killing.

The elves are the least threatening race, but they are gifted with the most beautiful and mysterious things in the world, and the elven spring, the spring of life with the power of life that can make people infinitely intoxicated, is undoubtedly one of the most precious and powerful things in the world.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

These things are their original sin.

There is also an unknown reason.

The elves are peaceful by nature, very peaceful, very peaceful, and very beautiful.

Ziran used to live like this, it was a long, long time ago, almost completely buried by memory, only occasionally I would think of a little bit, although that kind of life was a little hard, but it was very peaceful, and he could live very seriously, very relaxed, and very happy.

Unfortunately, that happiness lasted only a short time before it was destroyed by a sudden disaster.

Perhaps it was because of the reason that deep down he didn't even find out about himself, he didn't want this little elven tribe to suffer that kind of harm, this was the instinctive protection from the bottom of his heart.

So, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to kill all these demon hunters, and only the dead would not leak the news.

Then he killed everyone in the team except Ran Chuan.

The next step is to go to the elves below the valley and get something unique to their clan, the Fountain of Life.

The cliff is straight and sharp, full of stubbornness and unwillingness.

On the edge of the cliff hung some of the toughest and strongest vines in the forest, and there was no road on the cliff, through which the demon hunters descended to the bottom of the valley.

Ran Chuan's face was a little pale, he coughed slightly, looked at the knife in his hand, he thought about it, and then threw the knife on the ground, walked to the cliff, and went down the rattan to the bottom of the valley. He likes to use a sword, not a sword.

Ziran tied the long knife around his waist and also went down the rattan to the bottom of the valley.

At the bottom of the valley are the isolated elves.

The mist array in the valley that could confuse ordinary people was of little use to Ziran and Ran Chuan, but their vision was slightly damaged, and it was the enchantment that really affected them.

There is nothing in front of him, but there is a real obstacle.

It's as if there's an invisible piece of pure natural transparent crystal in front of you.

Ziran's palm was placed on top of the substantial enchantment, he knew that this was not a transparent crystal, but an almost substantial heaven and earth vitality suppressed by some special means, this was an enchantment that was harder than a diamond, he didn't know how to open this enchantment, and then enter.

Ziran lowered his head and was silent, thinking about the method. Ran Chuan looked at the inner space through the transparent barrier on the side, and was also silent.

After a moment of silence, Ziran found that he couldn't find any way, and he really couldn't find any feasible way to be an idiot in terms of cultivation.

Although his realm is already in the second condensation realm, his consciousness is still on the side of ordinary people, and the same is true for Ran Chuan, they are all enlightened and enter the path of cultivation on their own, and there is no teacher, which means that they will take many detours.

But after all, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

Ziran took the long knife from his waist and held it in his hand.

Ran Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I'd like to see if I can cut through this barrier." Ziran replied.

Ran Chuan thought about it and felt that this method still seemed to be feasible, so he didn't speak, just looked at Ziran seriously.

Zi Ran's consciousness returned to his mind, slid down to his abdomen, and saw the vast sea of qi, and the power in the sea of qi flowed out, passing through the seven orifices, and converging on the knife in his hand.

He slashed it with a single sword.

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The sound was harsh, like the sound of an iron knife pulling through a hard pebble.

The long knife slashed through the barrier, and it didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, except for the harsh sound it provoked.

But Ziran saw something at that moment.

The long knife slashed through the enchantment, in fact, it was not without the slightest shock, at that moment, a transparent crack appeared on the surface of the enchantment, and then the moment the long knife was taken away, it was repaired by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi from other places on the enchantment.

This shows that this enchantment cannot be broken by brute force, but Zi Ran knows very well that his strength is not enough, and the knife just now is already the most powerful knife he can cut at present.

In order to break this barrier, he also needs more power, and he must split this barrier with a single sword, so as not to give it a chance to repair itself.