Ming Zonglai came to the vicinity of the city gate, observed for a while, blended into the crowd, and then walked through the crowd, slowly squeezing outside the city gate.

The executors at the gates were busy collecting money, and their attention was focused on the people who came in, and they didn't notice that anyone dared to go out of the city at this time.

Outside the city gate, cultivators kept pouring in from all directions, clamoring to enter the city to avoid the limelight.

In simple sheds large and small, one person after another got out and ran in the direction of the city gate with their important luggage.

Ming Zong grabbed a person's clothes and asked, "Is the monster in the southeast direction?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know, I don't want to see it either." ”

After saying that, the man shook off Mingzong's arm and hurried to the city gate.

Ming Zong had no choice but to continue walking, and then grabbed a person and asked, "Is the monster coming this way?"

"I don't know, I've heard about it too. ”

Ming Zong continued to ask someone, "How far is the monster from here?"

"Are you crazy, old man, people who can know how far away are dead. ”

After asking more than a dozen people in a row, he found that everyone was following the trend and running away, and they didn't know much about the strange situation.

When he asked the twentieth man, he gave valuable information, and it was strange that it would take five or six days to travel at the speed of the carriage at a distance from the lonely city, and if he flew over, he could see it in less than half a day.

"Thank you very much. ”

Ming Zong thanked him, ran to the open space with few people, and in the process of running, he grabbed a big knife in front of the shed and stuck it obliquely on the ground.

He urged the energy to pour into the blade, then threw the broadsword into the air, and at the same time he jumped to the ground and stepped on the broadsword in the air.

An earthy yellow halo lit up on the broadsword, quickly enveloping the Ming Vertical standing on it, and then the weapon suddenly sent a forward thrust, turning into a band of light to support him and fly into the distance.

Ming Zong did not fly high, so that he could observe the situation on the ground, and his eyes constantly swept over the rocky mountains and sand, searching for traces that might be related to the strange.

After flying out for about half an hour, he saw two streamers coming in front of him.

"Two, have you ever seen a monster?" Ming Zong asked loudly after stopping the momentum of flying forward, appearing in shape.

Hearing the question, the two streamers also stopped, and the halo spread out slightly, revealing two middle-aged people, a man and a woman.

The man replied, "Yes, we fled back from that direction, and the monster is so powerful that all those who tried to get rid of the people are dead."

It's a good thing we didn't join the fight, otherwise we would have ended up in the same fate. ”

The woman glanced at the big knife at Ming Zong's feet, and persuaded her: "Old man, what are you doing in that direction, you can't find death?"

If you don't hurry up and turn around and fly to the lonely city, no matter how many people go to that monster, it will be in vain. ”

Ming Zong didn't answer the woman's words, but asked the two cultivators, "Have you seen a treasure hunting team nearby?"

"Treasure hunting team? ”

The man shook his head, but quickly raised his eyebrows, as if remembering something.

"However, the location where the monster appears is indeed near the mine, and ore can often be found in that area. As for whether there is a treasure hunt team going there, I don't know. ”

As he spoke, the halo on the man's body began to condense again: "Old man, I still advise you, don't go to that place, even if you go, don't get close to the monster." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man turned into a streamer again and flew into the distance with a bang.

The woman glanced at Ming Zong, and chased in the direction the man left.

Ming Zong continued to fly forward, watching the scenery under his feet move back quickly, time passed little by little, and he had been flying for more than an hour, which was very close to the small half-day journey that the insider said.

He began to lower the altitude of his flight, staying two or three feet above the ground, while gradually withdrawing the strength of the broadsword and slowing down his flight.

Skirting a towering stone mound, a blue and red color suddenly appeared on the monotonous yellow sand in the distance. Ming Zong immediately shifted the direction of flight and slowly approached in a circle.

This shape...... It's personal!

He immediately dissipated the strength of his broadsword, and fell from the air to the ground, his feet stomping heavily on the sand, splashing two or three feet of dust.

He leaned over, looked down at the person lying on the ground, and then reached out and turned the other over.

It was a strange middle-aged man, with a beard on his face, and a blue-gray cloak, which was now stained red with blood, and even the sand below.

Ming Zong stretched out his hand and groped around the man's neck, his skin was cold, there was no pulse, and it looked like he had been dead for a long time.

He reached for the man's clothes to see what the injury was.

But he stopped halfway through his hand, because he remembered that monsters have the ability to erode and assimilate, and he didn't know if it would be a problem to touch the wound rashly.

So he took a large knife and picked open his clothes with the tip of it.

Seeing the injuries inside his clothes, Ming Zong's brows furrowed tightly, how could this be?

The chest is intact, the heart and lungs are all there, but the abdomen below the chest has been completely opened, and the stomach, liver, kidneys, intestines and other organs in it have all been hollowed out, leaving only a small piece of torn large intestine still in it.

His heart hung up all of a sudden, with such an injury, this person would definitely not be able to walk hundreds of feet before he died, so the strange thing was nearby.

Lifting the yellow sand on the ground to make a rectangular pit, burying the man in it, Ming Zong lifted the big knife and cautiously probed forward.

At this time, it is better not to fly, and it is safest to walk.

Turning the corner of a mountain peak, a fierce wind was blowing in front of him, and he raised his sleeve to half-cover his face, and squinted his eyes into the distance.

In the distance is a wide sandy area, lower than where you are, and it should be a basin.

In the basin, a monster the size of a house writhed wildly, whipping up gusts of wind.

The ox-like appearance, eight legs, a sharp knife on the head, and a long thorn on the back are exactly the monsters that are passed down from mouth to mouth in the lonely city of the Great Wilderness.

Ming Zong estimated the distance between the monster and himself, at least more than 100 zhang, and the wind set off by the monster was still so powerful outside 100 zhang, it was terrifying.

He crept to his place, leaning towards the edge of the basin, trying to get a better look at the monster.

Soon, he noticed that the monster's movements were undulating, and it seemed to be attacking the ground.

From time to time, the strange feet shimmered with various colors, and it looked like someone was fighting it.

"Roar~~"

The monster suddenly roared with a loud bang, like a thunderbolt sweeping across the earth, and it lowered its head and arched violently, lifting something of the same square into the air.

The thing was thrown far away, and it fell straight in the direction of Ming Zong.

Ming Zong immediately retreated and dodged back, only to see that thing fall on the rock, and immediately turn into pieces and scatter.

But he saw the thing before it shattered, and his eyes instantly became nervous, it was a wooden body, the kind of carriage rental.

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