The remnant sun is like blood.

Previously, due to the aftermath of the battle between the two thousand-year-old soul beasts, the master and Yang Ming and Tang San were separated.

Roughly, the three of them were in a triangular position, but because Yang Ming and Tang San were easily pushed down, the two of them were blown away by the hurricane, and they were close to each other.

Following the direction in which Yang Ming and Tang San were blown away, the master paused, his ears trembling slightly.

"Whew-"

A terrible wolf howl sounded just now, and then it was as if someone had stabbed it in the throat, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Over here!"

The master and the soul beast three cannons rushed all the way, and secretly thought in their hearts:

"Don't let anything happen to you!"

The mist in the forest caused the vision to begin to deteriorate, and the master only saw a small figure, as well as several wolf-shaped black shadows around it, constantly besieging it.

"Hold on!"

The master didn't see who the figure was, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, and his speed was a little faster.

It's just that when he stepped over the heavy trees, the scene in front of him made the master stunned.

Yang Ming was carrying Tang San, who was blurred in flesh and blood, and due to the exhaustion of his soul power, he was unable to summon the mysterious sword and take off the spear on his back.

In Yang Ming's hand, the spear flew like a white dragon, accompanied by a flash of blue electricity, there was always a ghost wolf let out a terrible howl, and fell not far away, a thumb-sized hole was opened in the throat and abdomen, and blood flowed all over the ground.

When the master arrived at the scene, Yang Ming stood with his spear standing, leaning on the side of the spear to rest, and under his feet was the corpse of a wolf that had already died.

The mottled blood-colored light spots projected by the remnant sun through the leaf gaps between the branches fell on Yang Ming's blood-stained clothes and on the wolf corpses all over the ground, covering a thin layer of blood light.

Obviously, Yang Ming was small and short, but at this moment, the master had the illusion of being majestic and tall.

"Little San, what's wrong with him?"

As soon as the master saw that Tang San was covered with injuries and that there were still a lot of toxins accumulated in his body, he hurriedly took out emergency treatment drugs and barely stopped Tang San's injuries from continuing to deteriorate.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, to be honest, he didn't know what the identities of those two tattooed men who suddenly appeared.

So, Yang Ming followed the master out of the Soul Hunting Forest and recounted what had happened on the way.

Because the Qinglian Earth Heart Fire used by Yang Ming was too domineering, all the items carried by the two tattooed men were burned into slag, and there were no items left that could be identified, so even if the master had extensive knowledge, it was difficult to analyze anything from the rudimentary intelligence.

Judging from the inscriptions on their arms alone, it is impossible to tell which force those two people are from.

During the conversation, Yang Ming and the others finally walked out of the Soul Hunting Forest.

Just now you could see the afterglow of the evening, but now that the sky had darkened, the smoke of cooking could be faintly seen rising from the bazaar built on the periphery.

It was not the first time for the master to come to the Soul Hunting Forest, and he was very familiar with the environment of the bazaar, so he came to the front of a hotel with a sign of "Lost Lamb" hanging on the door, which was quite distinctive.

"Yang Ming, let's rest here for one night first, I'll find a healing soul master later, give Xiao San a preliminary treatment, and we'll go back tomorrow so that Xiao San can get better treatment."

For the master's suggestion, Yang Ming naturally would not object.

He has long been exhausted in his soul power, and under the exhaustion of his spirit and body, he has long been sleepy, and it is of course a good thing to be able to rest.

Seeing that Yang Ming had no objections, the master opened two rooms, one large and one small, the big one was the double room of the master and Tang San, he needed to take good care of Tang San, and the small one was a single room, which was occupied by Yang Ming.

After the master settled everyone down, he hurriedly left the hotel and went out to find a healing soul master, it was still easy to find this kind of soul master in the bazaar, after all, many people went to the soul hunting forest to hunt, and there was a great demand for healing soul masters.

Yang Ming ordered a big meal, half a roast lamb, a wild vegetable and mushroom soup, and went back to his room to enjoy it.

It has to be said that the chef at this inn is very skilled, the roast lamb is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the skin is charming golden brown, and when the knife is cut, the amber grease slides down the edge of the knife and falls on the cold silver plate, overflowing with an enticing aroma of oil.

After eating it in one bite, the crisp skin is bitten away, and the mutton stained with chili powder and cumin powder does not have the slightest fishy smell, the meat is tender and juicy, and the mouth is full of oil after chewing for a while.

Mutton will taste greasy if you eat a lot, but at this time, take a sip of wild vegetable and mushroom soup, the fresh taste from nature, and immediately wash off the greasy residue on the tip of the tongue.

It's delicious!

The wind swept away the food on the table like a cloud, Yang Ming was full of wine and food, sleepiness hit, and he simply cleaned up, and fell down on the soft bed.

After a while, there was a snoring sound.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, the sky had just appeared white, and Yang Ming opened his eyes leisurely.

"I really didn't expect that I slept for more than ten hours in one sleep."

Stretching a comfortable waist, Yang Ming walked into the bathroom to wash, changed into a refreshing white clothes, seeing that the time was still early, Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and realized the changes in his body after obtaining the soul ring.

Generally speaking, when a soul warrior is promoted to a soul master, and when he obtains the first soul ring, his body will be impacted by the power of the soul ring, and once the soul ring and the martial soul do not match, it will have a bad effect.

However, Yang Ming's situation is a bit special, his soul ring is a product of fusing with Ragnaros, the king of fire demons.

When Yang Ming's breathing began to slow down and began to absorb the soul power that was free from the world, with Yang Ming as the center, the soul power within a radius of ten miles was like a bird returning to its nest, and it poured into Yang Ming's body with joy, and the originally depleted soul power soared upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that what made Yang Ming's face a little ugly was that he found a problem.

Such a huge amount of soul power was already enough for others to be promoted to five or six levels at the soul master stage, but he couldn't, so he was promoted by one level.

In other words, Yang Ming needs more soul power than others, and the difficulty of upgrading has increased!

Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, his whole person was like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring the soul power swimming around.

"It's ......"

The master had been busy all night last night, and as soon as he woke up, he was keenly aware of the abnormal fluctuation of soul power in the air, and a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes, and he followed the abnormal fluctuation of soul power to find Yang Ming's room next door.

Yang Ming's room was unlocked, and when the master opened the door, he saw a scene that surprised him.

The early morning rays of light fell obliquely from the window, Yang Ming sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and behind him, a behemoth with a body made of flames faintly appeared.

Ragnaros, Lord of the Fire Demons!

When the Fire Demon King sensed the arrival of the master, he opened his eyes slightly, glared at the master, as if he had suffered something terrible, and the master retreated one after another, exiting the room all the way.

As soon as the master touched his back, cold sweat was already oozing.

(A total of 2,000 book coins are added, thank you again for the reward of the night)

(Thanks for half a reward of 300 book coins, thanks to the wind for a reward of 100 book coins)

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