Seeing the young monk's eyes scattered and falling to the ground, Meng Yang didn't say a word, and immediately raised his hand and slapped it on his chest.

With a squirt of his head, he squirted out the black blood containing the toxin, and summoned a blood clotting pill to swallow into his stomach.

Without wasting a moment of time, he immediately used his spiritual power to form the shape of his palm, wrapping this heat flow and directing it to his chest to treat the injured part.

In this seemingly thrilling battle, Meng Yang was only slightly injured, not serious.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting other people, he would have exploded his qi and blood and used the Ten Thousand Jin Slashing Technique to attack.

I have to say that the defense power of the 5th level of the Meat Pile Gong that has reached the realm of transcendence really did not disappoint Meng Yang.

The young man's last counterattack, if it had been someone else, would have been seriously injured and several chests broken.

However, Meng Yang, after only a few breaths, instantly healed his injuries under the rapid recovery of the Meat Pile Gong.

In the midst of a deep groan, when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but exhale, and swept the corpse of the young man in front of him whose hands and feet were gradually stiffening.

After confirming that he was dead, Meng Yang, who looked cautious, swept around again, saw that there was no movement, got up and walked to the young man's body, took the storage ring on the other party's finger and the silver-white short spear, and then sorted out and pulled out the fine line of Zhenwu that penetrated the young man's head, and rewound it around the index finger of his right hand and the handle of the embroidered spring knife.

Half an hour later.

Meng Yang, who was galloping all the way, always maintained a cautious attitude, afraid that someone would sneak attack halfway.

Strangely, not only was it very safe along the way, but not even a single figure had ever been encountered.

Although I often heard the roars of many beasts in my ears, and the explosion sound that broke out from the collision of qi and blood and spiritual power.

But whenever he pursued his hidden breath, all he could see was the desolation after the end of the war.

The destructive power and the condensed spiritual power, at first glance, are the existence of the middle stage of the early martial arts, and they dare not chase it, but they are unwilling to give up.

The most frustrating thing was that he didn't know the direction he was chasing, whether it was the direction where the person who stole the merit monument in Yuan Town fled.

To be honest, when Meng Yang accepted the task of Yuanzhen, he was a disciple reward who took a fancy to the task, and wanted to see if there was an opportunity.

Who knows, the culprit of the mission has not yet been seen, and the wealth value of tens of thousands has soared all the way, reaching a million.

The Sanhua Gathering Peak Realm not only broke through, but even reached the point of condensing the martial soul and entering the first realm.

This made Meng Yang in a trance, constantly asking himself if it was the wrong choice to accept this task from the beginning.

I knew that there were not only spiritual grass treasures in the Eastern Wilderness Sandy Plain, but also storage rings sent to the door, as well as rich people who spoke nicely, they should have come here directly and stayed for two months, maybe the wealth value was more than now.

After all, everyone who accepted the task knew that the murderer who stole the merit monument in Yuan Town was even a perfect existence in the late stage of the early martial arts.

The strength of the people chasing him is more in the early and middle martial arts, and it is not at all what he can intervene in now.

At least before condensing the martial soul, he was not qualified to take the merit tablet from the hands of the powerhouses of the early and late martial arts.

He didn't have the strength to be able to escape from the merit monument of the Lingbao grade in a group of early martial arts and mid-martial arts pursuits, and returned to Yuan Town safely.

He knows too well how powerful greed is, and there are some of them who want to take the merit monument for themselves through the mission.

Meng Yang's doing this is tantamount to snatching food from the mouth of a tiger, and it is not a tiger, but a group.

"Headache..."Thinking of this, Meng Yang couldn't help patting his head, looking melancholy.

"It seems that this matter can't be in a hurry, anyway, it won't be solved for a while, so it's better to do something. ”

After a little silence, Meng Yang shook his head, shook off his distracting thoughts, didn't think too much, and continued to move forward.

After walking about three kilometers, the sound of a river suddenly appeared in his ears.

The sound is very soft, especially in the breeze, and it is easy to ignore it if you don't listen carefully.

Meng Yang's face froze, and he couldn't help but stop and listen carefully to the source of the direction, hesitating whether to take a look.

According to the map jade slip, in the East Barren Sand Plain, where there is a river, there are the most treasures, and even surprises will be found, but where there is water, there are also people, and there are also demon beasts, which is why he is a little hesitant.

However, the hesitation only appeared for a few breaths, and was resolutely replaced by Meng Yang's face.

As he approached the source of the sound, the sound of the river flowing in his ears grew louder and louder.

When he came to the land of the river, he did not appear at once, but looked around cautiously, and then climbed up a large tree.

Quietly and quietly, he carefully separated the curved branches and leaves that blocked his vision with his hands, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw a clear river three feet wide flowing from his left hand to his right hand.

Suddenly, Meng Yang's eyes couldn't help but light up, and his mind sank into the jade slip, and he suddenly knew that this river was the broken river of the Eastern Desert Sand Plain, as long as he went up the broken river retrograde, he would reach the Death Valley Forest.

At this moment, Meng Yang, who was full of spiritual power, looked away, and could just see many precious medicinal materials growing on the bank of the medicinal herb river, exuding a faint white aura, as if they were surrounded by clouds and mist.

Among them, there is also a kind of three-tai grass that has reached the fourth-order level and is already in the mature stage.

And these three-inch roots, with petals the size of palms, and no less than ten Santai grasses, several of which are old, even make ice slag around them, and all the Santai grasses of this level are collected and exchanged for disciple contributions, which is a full twenty points.

And this grass is the material for refining the Sanpin Pill, not an auxiliary material, but the main material.

Meng Yang, who was waiting quietly for a moment, couldn't help but be full of strangeness in his eyes.

It stands to reason that there should be people next to the river, even monsters.

But for such a long time, I haven't seen anyone except him.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, so Meng Yang couldn't help but pause and waited quietly.

I don't know how long it took, even Meng Yang was a little impatient, wondering if he was too sensitive, and when he was about to make a move, a figure suddenly jumped down from another big tree.

Meng Yang suddenly raised his throat and forcibly pressed it down.

"Come out, I found you. ”

When the monk came out, he twisted his neck, looked at the three grasses on the bank of the river, and shouted, "If you don't come out yet, these are all mine." ”

Speaking of excitement, he didn't forget to laugh a few times, which made Meng Yang, who was hiding in the big tree, squint his eyes and frowned.

At the same time, I wondered how this person found out.

After thinking about it for a long time, Meng Yang suddenly raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Lie to me? No wonder I don't dare to turn back, for fear of revealing my feet." ”

Seeing this person walk towards the Santaicao on the bank of the river, Meng Yang was silent, still waiting quietly.

"If you don't come out, I'll collect it, don't say I didn't give it to you when the time comes. ”

The young monk muttered again, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he bent down to pick it.

At this moment, another figure suddenly escaped from the dense dense not far from Meng Yang's side, holding a short sword in his hand, and suddenly threw it, and the short sword overflowed with a strong light and pierced towards the monk who was about to pick the riverbank.

"Another one looking for death!"

This person sneered, ignored the attacking short sword, turned to look at the monk who was running towards him, and snorted proudly: "Five, four, three, two, one." ”

As soon as the word fell, huge vines suddenly gushed out from under the feet of the male monk who attacked.

As soon as the vine came out, it didn't give him any chance to react, and wrapped around his feet, binding his whole body, and no matter how hard the monk struggled, it was difficult to break free. From a distance, it looks as if it is tied to a pillar.

At the same time, the short sword was also within three meters of the man standing by the river in Mojin, and he was suddenly slapped down by several rattans that were like thick arms, and were inserted aside.

"You... Don't you dare. ”

Watching the young man pull out the short sword stuck in the ground and walk towards him, the monk who was entwined in rattan continued to struggle, and the fear in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"I can't imagine that a person with low strength like me can actually seek such a good errand here, this rattan, but I spent a lot of effort planting it here, just waiting for people like you to take the bait, ahhaha, in a short time, there are actually seven people who have been fooled, should I call you stupid or stupid?"

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, people like you, if you don't die in my hands, you will die in the hands of others, you have a spirit in the sky, bless me to be able to deceive a few people to take the bait, go and die!"

After the young man finished speaking, he wiped the breath of the young man on the flying sword in his hand, and the young man who was stabbed by the sword spat blood, his eye holes contracted, and his body arched, in order to speed up the death of the young monk, this person twisted the wrist holding the hilt of the short sword.

"Don't you think your approach is too cruel, how is it different from that of evil cultivators?"

"Who?"

The young man who was smiling fiercely heard this cold word that fell into his ears, his face changed suddenly, and he looked behind him suddenly.

But seeing a long rainbow with a fierce aura, it suddenly came from a distance at the speed of the tide and lightning.

All the branches along the way, under the flying rainbow, broke one after another, broke off the big tree, and fell to the ground.

"You're looking for death..."

The young monk frowned, shouted, and struck several spells with both hands.

The ground three inches away from his feet squirmed and a man hugged a huge tree.

The rattans on the giant tree danced wildly and innumerable, and from a distance, it looked like a ghost with teeth and claws.

At this time, Changhong had already arrived, and the huge energy on it not only broke many rattans, but also left a fist-sized hole in the tree.

In the scream, Changhong, who passed through the tree, suddenly exploded on the spot.

A deafening explosion rushed into the sky, reaching a seven-meter-high burst of fire, instantly engulfing the dead monk's corpse in the distance.

The spread of air waves hit the young man, and the young man flew into the lake behind him on the spot.

The huge Teng tree that rose from the ground, at this time, the blasted rattan broke, scattering the slag all over the ground.

But such an attack is not something that has been forbearantly watched by Meng Yang.