The girl followed the footsteps of the green snake, holding a shovel in her left hand and a knife in her right hand.

"This cave can't do it! There are seven-star spirit beasts living in it. ”

"Don't be afraid of bamboo, although there are a large group of these spirit beasts, they are all three-star, just break in. ”

Yang Qingjue stepped on the maple leaf alone, although his physical fitness greatly limited the exertion of his spiritual power, but the simple light skill drift was still a piece of cake for him.

Seven stars pass through the natural world, and eight stars fly to the sky without support, even if the use of spiritual power is as small as Yang Qingjue, spiritual power is already cold.

Ye Qinzhu stepped on the yellow earth resentfully, and silently accepted Yang Qingjue's voluntary sentry.

Strange to say, they fled from the waterway because they were besieged by spirit beasts, but when they got here, they couldn't see a single spirit beast that took the initiative to attack.

The few I saw occasionally were also trembling, and Ye Qinzhu had to chase for a long time to catch up with the prey.

What about the nature of spirit beasts? What happened to these beasts?

When He Qingling finished clearing the last group of beasts in his field of vision, the sky was already dark.

The spirit grass that Ye Qinzhu found was filled with two nano stones, and happily fiddled with the bracelet inlaid with nano stones, happily playing abacus with Yang Qingjue.

"That's a lot!" she stroked, "enough for me to pop this flute and keep it in stock." ”

"Inventory?" Hearing this, Yang Qingjue subconsciously asked, "You don't need to be uprooted?"

"Don't ask......" Ye Qinzhu muttered, a pretty face aggrieved.

"I don't know what's wrong, since I was promoted to the six-star third rank, the spiritual power in my body is like a mess and disobedient, so I can't be transformed into a template for a seven-star spirit master. ”

Yang Qingjue hit the wooden stake on the ground, Ye Qinzhu successfully pulled up a tent, turned around and set up the next one.

"I don't know which way the gods did it, limiting me to six stars. She gritted her teeth in hatred, "If I knew, I would have made him look good!"

After setting up the second tent, Ye Qinzhu breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at his results with satisfaction.

The two tents were located in the open space where the two of them had gone ashore before, and this place was close to the water and could watch the surrounding situation, which was a good place.

"I'll keep watch for the first half of the night, and you keep watch for the second half of the night. Helping Ye Qinzhu shake off the wrinkles of the tarpaulin, Yang Qingjue took out a large piece of tarpaulin from the stone and handed it to Ye Qinzhu, "It's cold at night in Beast Ridge, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Ye Qinzhu was about to pick it up, but Yang Qingjue threw it out of thin air and covered her in it.

Ye Qinzhu accepted Yang Qingjue's proposal, she dragged the slur, stuck out her tongue at Yang Qingjue, and slipped into the tent.

Yang Qingjue was guarding outside, and the cloak seemed to have the fragrance of the man's body, and Ye Qinzhu was very uncompetitive As soon as he lay down, he fell into a dream.

Yang Qingjue stood at the door, listening to the girl's breathing gradually steady, turned around with a smile, and sat in front of his tent.

A pair of clear eyes reflected a crescent moon, and the chill of the moonlight was reflected back into the sky through the eyes.

The animal repellent powder in Yang Qingjue's hand dispersed when it met the sun, making the spirit beasts that smelled the smell retreat.

At this time, the moon hung on the branches, and his medicine naturally failed.

The spirit beast, which was too frightened to approach during the day, was finally ready to move.

The man stood up and walked forward steadily.

In the eyes as calm as the surface of the lake, dozens of spirit beasts broke in, they either coveted the fine skin and tender meat, or simply came to provoke, and surrounded Yang Qingjue.

"Now I'm giving you two options. ”

The spirit beast could understand human language, and Yang Qingjue stretched out two fingers without a smile on his face.

"One, leave immediately, and the second, die on the spot. ”

The spirit beast that understood it roared in a low voice, its forelimbs slapping the dust on the ground, and lowered its body to prepare for an attack.

Yang Qingjue withdrew his hand and looked at a group of beasts that had already given an answer, his eyes seemed to be looking at the creatures that were still breathing.

One of the spirit beasts broke the silent air and tried to pounce on Yang Qingjue.

It was just an attempt, and before it could take a step, it fell to the ground, its throat whirring.

Yang Qingjue's thin spiritual power surrounded the group of beasts in front of him, and the yellow-brown powder mixed into the body of the spirit beasts, mixing with the blood in their bodies.

The beasts began to stir, and the man took out a long sword from Nashi and plunged it into the throat of one of the spirit beasts like chopping vegetables.

One, two, blood splattered from the spirit beast's body, sprinkling on Yang Qingjue's face, neck, and clothes.

His sword was getting faster and faster, and the spiritual power around him was gathering more and more, and the coldness bloomed in the night sky, accompanied by a glittering silver light.

In the morning, he was protected by Ye Qinzhu without a trace of blood.

But in the night, he turned himself into a bloody man.

He didn't even give the defenseless spirit beast a chance to wail, and the quick knife slashing through the chaos seemed to be just cooking a meal rather than killing on a large scale.

"It's a pity that this dress won't be worn tomorrow. He muttered to himself, completing a series of movements as quietly as possible.

The last spirit beast had the appearance of a jackal, and it was also controlled by the medicinal powder so that it could not move. Watching Yang Qingjue walk in, he hurriedly bent down, wagged his tail and begged for mercy, whining in his mouth, infinitely pitiful.

Yang Qingjue didn't squint and cut off its head with a knife.

"I guess. He was in a good mood, "If I hadn't resisted, how many pieces of meat would you have bitten off me?"

There was an inexplicable smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the thrill of slashing his enemy. Attack quickly and accurately, and let the blood around you converge to form a trickle.

He lifted the sleeve of his shirt that was soaked in blood and wiped the red stained on his face, but the sleeves were not clean, so he could only draw more and more black.

Yang Qingjue smiled helplessly, withdrew his hand, used his long sword to remove the corpses of the spirit beasts, and sprinkled them with medicinal powder.

As soon as the corpse of the spirit beast was stained with powder, it all melted away, leaving only a small pool of blood.

After destroying the corpse, Yang Qingjue raised his hand and pressed his chest, taking a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain coming from inside.

He sat down slowly, letting the blood stain his fingers red, and looking up at the still-bright moonlight.

After a few violent ups and downs in his chest, he finally couldn't hold back, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the end, he failed to control the operation of his spiritual power after all, and accidentally exceeded his expectations.

He leaned against the rubble, coughing incessantly, cold sweat densely distributed on his forehead, crossed his pale face, and fell to the ground.

A girl's whisper sounded not far away, Yang Qingjue raised her head in pain, and saw Ye Qinzhu get out of the tent, looking at everything in front of her in amazement.

The red under the moon, the slaughtering autumn wind, the miserable white face, and the bloody Yang Qingjue.

Ye Qinzhu suspected that he was wrong, he used to love to wear plain clothes, and he acted like Yang Qingjue, who did not belong to this world, and he would actually kill on this night.

Yang Qingjue supported his body and stood up from the ground, the moon was behind him, and Ye Qinzhu couldn't see him clearly.

She could only hear Yang Qingjue as if he was laughing, and saw him let go of his hand, and a long sword fell to the ground, with a crisp sound.

The blood-stained clothes slowly dragged on the ground, and Yang Qingjue walked towards Ye Qinzhu, one step, two steps.

"Bamboo ......"

Ye Qinzhu raised his head and looked at the expressionless man.

She squirmed her lips silently, and suddenly saw Yang Qingjue's body swaying violently, falling straight down.

The smell of blood filled the air.