The old man frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and reprimanded: "Scaleless beetle, dare to offend the holy daughter of my clan?"

As soon as he spoke, a strong aura suddenly rushed out of the old man's body, slapped on Feng Yi's body, shook him out of the water, and fell straight into the gravel and dead wood on the shore.

The old man had bent down and picked up Qing'er in the water, looked at her excitedly, and muttered to himself: "Holy daughter, the old slave has been looking for you for a long time, let's go home, go home......"

Nagging home, the old man's body flashed, and he wanted to rise into the sky and fly south.

But at this moment, several streamers suddenly shot from all directions, and the target was exactly where the old man was.

The old man looked around at the streamers, his face changed slightly, and his eyes were cold, "A group of insatiable despicable beetles, really scared of you?"

The words were like thunder, and the old man stepped on the water and turned into the merman body.

White scales, fish tail, embracing Qing'er.

I didn't see how he cast a spell to pinch it, and eighteen huge water dragons with a body length of more than ten zhang rushed out of the river, raised their heads to the sky, and scattered in all directions.

Every two water dragons faced a streamer, and with only one impact, the streamer collapsed, and the power of the inner Xuanxiu was like a broken paper kite, and it fell to the ground quickly.

The old man showed a sneer of disdain, hugged Qing'er, and under the protection of eighteen water dragons, he swayed up and went south.

The streamers dispersed and gathered, and the nine people volleyed in the air again, and after identifying the direction, they hurriedly chased south.

All of this was really seen by Feng Yi.

He was shocked and delighted.

What was shocking was that the old man had such magical powers, and he could single-handedly shoot down nine Xuan Xiu powers that could soar through the clouds.

Those who are through the mysteries can fly through the air at most, try their best to leap a few zhang or dozens of zhang, and then exhaust themselves, and need to land again to borrow strength in order to continue to leap.

But the clouds and fog are different, that is flying, flying freely like a bird in the sky.

With such great power, what kind of cultivation should it be?

Feng Yi didn't know, and he didn't have time to think about it.

The joy was that he heard the old man's words and saw the old man's mermaid body.

"He is also a merman, and he is Qing'er's kindred, so he shouldn't hurt her. No, not as it should be...... He called Qing'er a saint, and he would definitely not hurt her. ”

Qing'er is safe, and Feng Yi has no worries.

Struggling to stand upright, gazing at Tiannan, the water dragon in front, the streamer behind, and soon dissipated into the vast night.

Feng Yi took a deep breath of the cool air of the night, withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the autumn wood jungle far away from the river bank.

Twenty zhang away, there was a mess, between the dead branches and leaves, the gravel and the mud, Wang Hongliang's broken body lay quietly.

The wide black robe had already been shattered into strands of cloth under the impact of the water dragon, and could not withstand the blowing of the night wind, and turned into black butterflies one after another, fluttering away.

Feng Yi picked up the blood-colored long sword that Wang Hongliang had left behind in the rocks and mud, his face was gloomy, the blood in his eyes flashed, and he stepped forward step by step.

"Profound power...... Hmph!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood sword had been slashed diagonally.

Through the great power of Wang Hongliang, the body is in a different place, and the soul returns to nothingness.

Feng Yi let out a long breath, reversed the secret technique of burning blood, and fell to the ground in a languid.

The feeling of weakness as heavy as a mountain hit his heart with the overwhelming momentum, Feng Yi couldn't hold on any longer, tilted his head and fainted.

In the far northwest sky, the roars of beasts and birds are coming and going, and the rumbling and explosion caused by the beast tide is gradually approaching.

Feng Yi didn't realize it, he was still sleeping quietly.

In the body, in the broken dantian, the resentful qi that had been silent for a long time seemed to sense the possibility of backlashing against the host, and tried to gush out of the dantian, slowly approaching the atrium.

As soon as I arrived at the Jiang Palace, I suddenly heard the sound of a dragon roaring.

A violent Yuan Li, which contained a fire aura that was enough to burn all things in the world, rushed out from the palace, giving a resentful qi a head-on blow.

The resentful qi rose up to resist, but after all, he was slackened, and was forced to retreat to the atrium cave by the fire Yuan Li wrapped in the power of the true dragon.

The dragon roared again, and the fire Yuan Force charged again.

The resentment retreated again and again, and in the end, he could only return to the broken dantian with unwillingness and fatigue, and hibernated in it, silent and languishing, and no longer dared to try to make waves.

In the Jiang Palace, inside the heart fire qi that has not yet recovered as before, that little bit of Yuan Force essence seems to be sluggish, but it only rises and falls, rotates, and flashes, and then it is filled up a little.

It spun around on its own, not needing to devour the floating vitality outside Feng Yi's body, as if it had turned into a part of Feng Yi's body, and with each breath he took it, it gradually returned to a full state.

This is the mystery of Great Compassion, Feng Yi doesn't know much at this time.

In the confusion, it seems that my body is constantly shaking.

The fatigue subsided slightly, and Feng Yi slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches your eye is still the boundless night, the starry sky is gone, and the moon has disappeared into the thick dark clouds.

Heaven and earth are shrouded in a curtain, without light and without splendour.

The rumbling sound was getting closer, and the earth trembling was becoming more frequent.

Feng Yi took a deep breath and examined his body, although the internal injuries had not yet healed, although the severely depleted essence blood and heart fire qi had not yet recovered, fortunately, the essence of Yuan Li had been restored as before.

Gave birth to a trace of extremely pure Yuan power, gathered between the flesh and blood, dispelled the exhaustion, and made him sit up on the ground.

Looking at the northwest, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"it!"

Feng Yi blurted out and scolded, no longer caring about his injuries, and jumped up suddenly.

When I got up, my mind was still dizzy. Looking ahead, ten miles away, smoke and dust are everywhere, ten thousand beasts are running wildly, and a flock of birds are soaring, and the momentum is as great as the tide surging wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the distance has been shortened to eight miles.

The beast tide has finally arrived.

Feng Yi is like a lonely boat in the sea, blown by the strong wind of the beast tide, fluttering, lonely and miserable.

The boundless ferocious aura emanating from the ten thousand beasts rushed to his face, Feng Yi's teeth trembled, and even his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and after glancing at Wang Hongliang's corpse at his feet, he bent down and reached out and pulled down the sac hanging from his waist, as well as the golden bell held tightly in the palm of his left hand.

Then he carried the blood-colored long sword, tried his best to carry the light body exercises, and ran wildly towards Tiannan.

His speed is fast, and the speed of the beast tide is even faster.

The first to catch up with Feng Yi was the birds in the sky, their wings shook sharply, their bodies were large and small, and the species were eagles and geese, as well as eagles and cranes.

The black pressure pressed for a large array, carrying a fierce demonic aura that made people can't help but feel fear, and rushed south.

Fortunately, they are all tired of running, and none of them have the leisure to make it difficult to run between the mountains, forests and grasses.

It is precisely because of this that Feng Yi has the opportunity to think about the best escape path.

The source of the beast tide is the Lingwu Mountain Range in the northwest direction, and the beasts are panicked, from the northwest to the southeast, and everything turns into powder everywhere they go.

It would not be wise to continue to flee south.

But when I turned my head and looked back, the beast tide was as mighty as a wave, no less than a hundred and ten miles wide, and it was too late to turn around and go north, east, or west.

For now, I can only continue to go south, and I can only hope that after staying away from the Lingwu Mountain Range, the panic of the beasts will slowly subside, and the beast tide will gradually subside.

The second wave caught up with Feng Yi was thousands of insects and poisons, although they were small in size, but in terms of speed, they were much faster than those demon beasts whose cultivation was more profound and thick than them.

And the resistance of mountains, rocks, plants and trees to them is much smaller, as long as you identify the gaps in the grass and trees, you can keep running wildly.

The tide of insects running wildly was boiling to the extreme, and like the birds in the sky, not a single poisonous insect or poison noticed Feng Yi's thin figure. They scrambled for fear that they would fall into the abyss if they were too late.

When he fled, Feng Yi couldn't help but look behind him again.

The night was still there, but it was fluctuating violently with the escape of the poisonous insects, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate with the wind in the next moment.

"Ahh......h

The roar of the beast sounded again in the distant mountains, it was the roar of a high-level beast, with a sense of pain and anger, and it was more powerful than thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Retracting his gaze, a vigorous and fast-moving leopard rushed past him.

Feng Yi was shocked, the birds and insects were not much, after all, the birds were in the sky, and most of the poisonous insects and poisons were not large, even if they were in groups, it was difficult to form a particularly huge impact.

The beast tide is different, tens of thousands of demon beasts are running wildly, and even the mighty city wall that is five feet thick and three feet high can be washed down into ruins in an instant. If you face the tide of beasts, it will be difficult to survive.

Feng Yi is running, and the millions of demon beasts in the mountains and fields are also running.

"Woo ......", "Tweet ......", "Reckless ......"

The roars of beasts and birds continued to sound, far or near, east or west. Based on the strength of the voice, Feng Yi roughly deduced that the closest demon beast to him was only less than two miles away.

Two miles of land is a very long distance for an ordinary person, but for those demon beasts of all levels who can fly to the sky and use demonic powers, it is just three or five flashes of movement.

"With my physical strength at this time, no matter how much I run, I will definitely not be able to outrun the demon beast. You'll have to find a place to hide, or you'll be trampled to death. ”

Between the change of mind, Feng Yi raised his head and looked around him, but regretfully found that there was no safe hiding place around him.

"Fuck, this goddamn beast tide. ”

Then I thought, "No, you can't blame the tide of monsters." Demon beasts are not as intelligent as humans, and they will not launch a beast tide for no reason to disrupt the peace of the human world. If you want to blame, you can only blame those human cultivators who provoke high-level alien beasts for no reason. ”

The more anxious he was, the more chaotic his heart became, Feng Yi didn't pay attention, and was tripped by a dead branch on his right foot, and suddenly fell and ate.

After falling, I realized that I had run into a swamp. Beneath him was a soft and stinking sludge, and I don't know how many corpses of demon beast poisons were buried inside. Over the years, the corpse decomposed and blended with the sludge, and the stench was really unspeakable.

Feng Yiqiang endured the pungent stench, and he didn't care about the nausea, so he hurriedly got up.

As soon as he straightened up, he suddenly saw a black shadow flash, and then there was a sharp pain in his right ribs.

It was as if someone had smashed it with a hammer, Feng Yi couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and spurted out.

At the same time, his body was also thrown high because of the huge impact, and he slid out an arc in the night, falling ten feet away.

If he is really broken now, Feng Yi's body, which has been destroyed to the limit by pain, is afraid that it will be unbearable again.

He didn't have time to think about it that much, because in the midst of the whirlwind, he didn't have time to think about anything.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the filthy air was filled with heavy moisture.

The roars of beasts, the cries of insects, and the chirping of birds rang out in one piece.

When Feng Yi landed, he found that there was no hard or soft soil under him.

"Huhuhu......"

The wind was still howling in his ears, and Feng Yi hurriedly calmed his mind and looked down.

Brownish-yellow hair, swaying in the wind.

He landed on the back of a brown-haired bear.