The bear was running wildly, not seemingly noticing that there was a man lying on his back. You may also have noticed, but you don't have the time to shake your head and shake your head and shake off this uninvited guest.

Feng Yi didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky. Or maybe you're both lucky and unlucky.

Luckily, he didn't fall to the ground and didn't get hurt by the fall. At the same time, you don't have to worry about being trampled by other monsters.

Unfortunately, he noticed that the speed of the bear under him was several times faster than that of a horse with excellent foot strength.

It can be seen that this bear is definitely not an ordinary bear, but an advanced demon beast.

As for the number of demon beasts, Feng Yi didn't have a chance to see the whole picture of Xiong Zhen, so it was unknown for the time being. But I think it should not be low, otherwise the speed will not be so fast.

After the beast awakens the bloodline supernatural power, it will demonize and enter the ranks, and it will no longer be a beast, but will be called a demon beast.

According to the level of ability, it is divided into nine levels, and these nine levels correspond to the nine realms of human cultivation.

Quenching the Nine Realms, Inner Breath, Tongxuan, Huayuan, Bihai, Yuanti, Robbery, Shaping Dao, and Extreme Realm.

The first to third orders are demon beasts, the fourth to sixth orders are mysterious beasts, and the seventh to ninth orders are alien beasts.

First-order demon beast Feng Yi has seen a lot, and he has also killed several of them. For example, Yueyang Ridge, which is eighty miles away from the Dragon Yin Sect, is surrounded by a strange first-order demon beast, the Red Flame Porcupine.

Three years ago, he led his team to leave the sect for the first time, and the first encounter with the Black Tiger Guard led by Shen Xuan was around Yueyang Ridge.

At that time, the two parties were engaged in friendly negotiations on the ownership of a century-old blood poria cocos, and three red flame porcupines suddenly attacked in the wind.

As soon as he was photographed, Shen Xuan was not lightly injured, and most of the Black Tiger Guards were killed and injured. Although Feng Yi was brave and killed three Red Flame Porcupines in a row, he was also injured a lot.

Three first-order demon beasts were enough to destroy a team composed of more than a dozen martial artists with third- or fourth-level cultivation of quenching bodies, which showed the strength of the demon beasts.

Feng Yi estimated that the cultivation of the Red Flame Porcupine was roughly equivalent to the sixth layer of the human quenching body, which was infinitely close to the seventh layer of the quenching body.

However, this is only a first-order demon beast. Compared to the brown-haired bear he was riding on at this time, it was much weaker.

This bear was frightened by the roar of a high-level alien beast in the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range, and was tired of running, perhaps not caring about Feng Yi's uninvited guest.

But what about when it escapes to safety?

Feng Yi thought to himself, he would definitely not be able to beat it. Don't say to fight, but there is almost no chance of escaping.

"Either way, at least it's safe for now. ”

Feng Yi comforted himself, and immediately grabbed the long hair on Xiong Zhen's back, lay down on it, and let the wind howl, the thick fog rolling, and the road bumped, but he didn't let go.

The right rib hurts, and the rib should have been broken by the unknown demon beast.

Reluctantly freed one hand, he first stuffed the blood-colored long sword into Wang Hongliang's sac, and then hung it on his waist. Then he took out a healing pill from his sac and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feeling the evaporation of the medicinal qi in his body, Feng Yi felt a little at ease, pulled the long hair on Xiong Zhen's back, and crawled towards its neck.

After about half an hour, the night finally dissipated, and Xiong Zhen was the first to rush out of the muddy swamp shrouded in a thick fog.

Feng Yi's spirit was shocked, and he thought that he had arrived in a safe place, and Xiong Zhen should stop running.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, another earth-shattering beast roared from the distant mountains behind him.

Xiong Zhen raised his head and exclaimed, and the speed that had slowed down increased again, turning into a brownish-yellow streamer, and rushing towards the mountains in the southeast direction like a lightning speed.

Behind him, all the beasts galloped, and everywhere they went, the sky was full of smoke and dust, like a violent wind rolling up the sand, covering the sky and the sun, trying to bury the entire boundless world.

The morning sun shines on the earth, sprinkling a piece of warmth that only belongs to the early autumn season.

Feng Yi lay on the soft bear's back, feeling the warm wind and sunshine, and he was a little sleepy.

He knew that he couldn't sleep, because once he fell asleep, it would be easy to let go of his hands and fall off the bear's back, and then he would face being trampled by the beasts behind him and reduced to a puddle of filthy blood.

He looked up at the sky, and then turned his head to look in the direction where the Dragon Yin Sect was located, but found that only the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the galloping figures of ten thousand beasts blocked the line of sight, and there was no trace of familiarity at all.

The past, like the smoke and dust behind it, will eventually disperse with the wind.

But the seeds of hatred are forever buried deep in Feng Yi's heart.

If it weren't for Zheng Dahu, Master wouldn't have been forced into the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range. He would not have rebelled against the Dragon Yin Sect, so that he was chased and killed by Wang Hongliang and fell to this.

He hated the Zheng family, but fortunately, most of the Zheng family had died tragically under his own sword.

It's a pity that Zheng Huai is still at large.

Gradually, the hour passed, and Xiong Zhen finally stopped running.

It fell into a valley full of red flowers and green grass, like a puddle of mud, lying on the ground.

Behind him, the ten thousand beasts had already dissipated without a trace, and I don't know if the bear was too fast to pull away from the distance, or the fear and panic in the hearts of the ten thousand beasts dissipated with the exhaustion of their physical strength, and they no longer ran wild in groups, scattered in the mountains and forests, looking for a place to rest.

Feng Yi didn't have time to think about this, and after Xiong Zhen was paralyzed to the end, he hurriedly turned over and jumped down, and then used his way to get up and quickly exited the valley.

The blood-colored sword was already in his hand, and he was careful to guard against the sudden outburst of bears that would kill him.

But after staring for a long time, I didn't see Xiong Zhen make any moves.

It seems, its wheezing sound is fading.

Feng Yi frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he stepped forward.

From a distance of three feet, I stared at Xiong Zhen, only to find that it had foamed at the mouth, rolled its eyes up, and stopped breathing.

"It's ...... Exhausted?"

Xiong Zhen was exhausted to death, and a big demon with mysterious magical powers was exhausted to death.

Feng Yi approached with his sword, only to find that this was a third-order demon beast, Feng Zhen.

The wind is known for its speed, and it runs with all its might, faster than a bird. The only drawback is the lack of stamina, and you can run up to 100 miles in one charge before you are exhausted.

Just like at this time, this adult third-order wind drill ran wildly for two hours in a row, nearly six hundred miles, and it had already exceeded its own limit, and it was not unusual to die of exhaustion.

Feng Yi stood in front of Feng Zhen's corpse, thought for a while, and sighed: "After all, you saved my life, but I couldn't save you." Alas!"

A long sigh turned into a cloud of sorrow.

The clouds condensed with the wind, and after a thunderclap, it rained heavily from the sky.

Feng Yi was draped in the torrential rain and moved countless stones of different sizes to bury Xiong Zhen.

Then he looked around, and found a small stream flowing through the valley from north to south. Beside the low peak of the upper reaches of the creek, a deep cave was quiet in the rain.

Feng Yi washed the blood and mud on his body with the stream water, came to the mouth of the cave, listened carefully, and made sure that there were no demon beasts lurking inside, so he had the courage to walk in.

The cave is very dry, and there are many withered grass and branches inside.

There was a flint and steel in the sac, Feng Yi lit the bonfire, and after changing into dry clothes, he realized that he was already hungry.

Qing'er was a good girl, and despite the haste in her decision to leave the Dragon Yin Sect, she still prepared a lot of carefully baked rice crackers.

After baking the rice crackers on the bonfire, and after eating a big meal, Feng Yi looked at the rain curtain outside the cave, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Qing'er is no longer around, and she doesn't need to protect herself.

Where to go now, what to do?

"There are still many things to do, Master still has to look for it, and the revenge of his parents has to be avenged. Zheng Huai still has to be killed, Zheng Liuyun's trouble still needs to be solved, and there are still ...... Shen Xuan......"

The confusion was swept away, and Feng Yi muttered to himself: "There is only one prerequisite for doing all these things, cultivate hard and become stronger as soon as possible." ”

But before cultivating, there is still something to do, and that is one's own injury.

The external injuries on the left chest and left shoulder have already scabbed under the effect of the healing pill, but the effect is limited, and the injury is too serious to completely heal for a while.

The injuries in the body, but they are not very optimistic.

Feng Yi closed his eyes and looked inside, and after calming down, he completely realized how bad his situation was at this time.

Because of the repeated urging of the blood burning secret technique, the essence and blood in the heart have been seriously depleted, and the heart has been injured. If you don't swallow blood tonic drugs, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover for a year and a half.

The heart is damaged and the sperm and blood are insufficient, which brings about the symptoms of weakness and endurance.

"I still have a lot of healing pills, so don't worry about that. ”

The Healing Pill not only has the ability to treat internal and external injuries, but also replenishes a small amount of essence and blood essence, although the effect is minimal, but it is better than nothing.

Feng Yi estimated that if his depleted essence and blood essence wanted to be completely restored, he would need to swallow at least more than 100 pills of Yipin Healing Pill.

He didn't have a first-class healing pill, but the only son of Chen Anping, the lord of Sanxuan City, and the unlucky Chen Dagongzi had a lot. Coupled with Wang Hongliang's inventory, it is barely enough.

In addition to the essence and blood element, there is also the lifespan burned when the last time the blood burning secret technique was urged.

Lifespan is ethereal and unpredictable. No one can say who has a long life, and no one can say who has a short life.

Theoretically speaking, the maximum lifespan of a human being is 120 years. But as you go farther and farther on the path of metaphysical cultivation, your lifespan will increase accordingly.

For example, a martial artist in the quenching realm is no different from ordinary people. At most, there will be less pain than ordinary ordinary people, and they will not be plagued by diseases and tortured to death.

If there are no accidents, the Quenching Body Realm martial artists can live to the limit of one hundred and twenty years of life.

However, within the limit of longevity, if you break through to the inner breath realm, you will increase another Jiazi longevity.

In other words, if there is no accident, you can live to be one hundred and eighty years old.

If you advance to the Xuan Realm, you will add another Jiazi.

These are the first three realms, and the improvement of life expectancy is very limited. Until he broke through the Xuan Realm and advanced to the Yuan Realm. At that time, borrowing its own huge Yuan Force, awakening the innate qi that has been sleeping for many years, blending the two, transforming the innate qi into the Yuan force, you can break through the life barrier and live for five hundred years.

After that, Feng Yi was not very clear.

But these are just ordinary metaphysical cultivators who practice ordinary exercises, but Feng Yi is different.

It's just because the exercises he cultivates are not ordinary exercises, nor are they the local Xuangong of the boundless world, but the "Great Compassion Fu" from another world.

Even so, will his lifespan also increase as he ascends to the cultivation realm?

Feng Yi didn't know.

However, fortunately, when he urged the Blood Burning Secret Technique to fight Wang Hongliang last night, it didn't take too much time, and the lifespan of burning was also very limited.

When he was washing in the stream just now, Feng Yi had carefully looked at his appearance, and it was not much different from before. It's just that there is a lock of gray hair on the sideburns, which should be the external manifestation of Shouyuan's wear.

"It's just a lock of gray hair, and it doesn't hurt. ”

Feng Yi smiled freely, pulled up his long hair, which had been dried by the bonfire, and tied it back casually.

After examining his body again, he found that in the Jiang Palace, the heart fire qi that had been seriously consumed due to continuous crazy cultivation had not been fully recovered.

The breath of fire in the heart is the breath of the heart. If the heart is weak, people will be depressed and exhausted, and this is the case.

As the saying goes, there are losses and gains, and although the Great Compassion Fu is mysterious, there is no need for tonic pills like Juyuan Dan to assist in cultivation, but it has to consume the heart.

In addition to recuperating oneself, there are many other medicines that can make up for the lack of mental energy.

Such as 100-year-old blood poria, 100-year-old blood ginseng, etc.

These heavenly treasures are extremely precious, and Feng Yi does not have them. checked Chen Dagongzi's Xuan Sac, Wang Er's Waist Sac, and Wang Hongliang's Xuan Sac, but none of them.

Helpless, helpless.

Then he was relieved, "I can't always touch all good things, who can say clearly about luck." ”

After thinking about it, he secretly decided, "There is nothing important here, and after the injury recovers, I will focus on finding some qi-replenishing drugs to assist in my cultivation." ”

There was nothing for half a day, and nothing for a night.

Two days later, the rain stopped and the wind stopped.

The wind and rain buried the traces of the beast tide, leaving only a calm mountain field.

Feng Yi's internal and external injuries have all healed, but the essence and blood essence have not yet recovered, and his body is weak and weak, and it is difficult to temper his muscles and bones, and practice the sword technique.

I had no choice but to cross my knees in the cave and cultivate the Great Compassion Fu.

Fortunately, the qi of the heart fire has been restored and full, and if the cultivation is relaxed, there should be no more symptoms of lack of heart qi in the near future......