"You slut, I trusted you so much in vain, and I actually killed three people in a row for a treasure. ”

"Don't you even let me go! Have you forgotten who saved you from that old bastard in the first place?"

A pale, blood-stained, middle-aged monk leaned against a dead tree behind him, holding the shocking wound on his shoulder.

With hatred in her eyes, she looked at the swaying beautiful willow branches, covered her mouth and chuckled, and walked with blood on her face.

This demon barbarian girl, about twenty years old, half-exposed breasts, with a beautiful face undisguised with a sneer and banter.

The three-inch dagger clenched in his bare hand was dripping with blood in the midst of the killing intent.

Sensing the sluggish and flustered aura of the middle-aged body, the woman chuckled.

In the pleasant voice, there is a creepy chill at this moment.

"My savior, isn't it enough for the little woman to repay with her body?"

"Every time you vent on me, you are very majestic, why do you have such a cowardly expression now?"

"You slut, do you think you can escape if you kill me?"

The woman was slightly picky, her eyes were sarcastic, her breasts trembled, and she looked up and smiled: "Hahaha, run away?" ”

"Kill you, I can become the hall master in the name of righteousness, as for your treasure, I will give that old thing, and when the time comes, I will tempt me in beauty, do you think he will punish me for a dead man like you..."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

When a mouthful of black blood spurted out, he fell to the ground, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

Looking at the middle-aged dead appearance, the woman snorted coldly and walked in front of her.

The middle-aged man was completely dead, holding a blood-dripping dagger and smearing it on his body.

Then he pulled down the other party's storage bag, looked inward, and suddenly showed joy in his eyes.

And just as she was about to dispose of the corpse and leave, there was a sudden chill that made her face change greatly.

While his body exploded back a few steps back, he clenched the dagger in his hand, looking at Meng Yang who slowly walked out of the fog as if he was facing a great enemy.

Glancing lightly at the middle-aged man who had died, Meng Yang's eyes fell on the woman and became silent.

Sensing the oppression on Meng Yang's body that made her breathe rapidly, the woman just glanced at it, and her heart immediately jumped.

Trembling and frightened, the delicate face immediately changed to a pitiful look, and she owed slightly.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, under the woman's body, the snow-white half-exposed breasts just happened to be seen by Meng Yang.

In the Yin Valley of the Desolate Ghost Land, there are few female cultivators, and there are even fewer female cultivators with beautiful faces.

Even the existence of the middle stage of Gong Wu coveted her beauty and figure.

She is very confident in her appearance, and she also believes that this strange young man will definitely worship under her pomegranate skirt.

It's a pity that Meng Yang has no interest in this woman.

There was no change in the woman's expression because of the woman's posture.

His eyes remained on the storage bag in the woman's hand.

When the woman opened the storage bag just now, there was an extremely rich treasure aura, so that Meng Yang couldn't help but appear.

And Meng Yang could be sure that the aura emanating from this was exactly the same as the one in his storage space.

Seeing that Meng Yang hadn't spoken yet, the woman couldn't help but raise her head slightly and glanced at it.

But I happened to see Meng Yang's ancient and waveless, indifferent and cold eyes.

At this moment, the woman's heart suddenly trembled, as if her whole body had been seen through, and she panicked.

In a trance, she seemed to think of something, and suddenly understood that even if she was a little more beautiful, the delicate young demon in front of her might not let her take a second look.

This is a rock-solid state of mind, which makes her look more respectful unconsciously.

"The storage bag in your hand, I want it..."

Meng Yang's expression was cold, his language was cold, and he didn't carry any emotions.

The woman gritted her teeth, without any hesitation, and threw out the storage bag in her hand.

Although the young man in front of her only showed the aura of the early stage of Gong Wu, she would not be stupid to believe it.

Because she was also in the early days of Gongwu, when facing youth, she actually had a sense of oppression in the face of the existence of the Juwu Realm.

Under this feeling, it is as if the other party can control his own life and death power in an instant.

As long as there is any change in himself, he is afraid that he will die.

This feeling was very strong, and the woman suddenly thought that the strange young man in front of her must be a great barbarian of the Gathering Martial Arts Realm who was concealing his cultivation.

And under the ruthless law of the weak flesh and the strong strength of the Yin Charm Valley in the barren ghost land, she has survived for so long, and the woman naturally has confidence in her own knowledge.

In his opinion, the indifference and ruthlessness of the strange young man in front of him were not pretended at all.

The cold air that overflows from the soul seems to be able to chill the heavens and the earth, and cold all things.

And under this cold air, there was an aura that made her even more frightened.

And this breath can only overflow in people who have been dead for a long time.

This made the woman tremble, and she didn't dare to have any intention of resisting Meng Yang.

It wasn't until the chill that frightened the woman suddenly disappeared that she looked up.

But in my eyes, there was no longer Meng Yang's figure.

Take a deep breath and your heart steadied as it was beating wildly.

The woman looked at the corpse not far away and thought for a long time.

With a resolute look, he took out a fireball and threw it on the middle-aged corpse.

Then he took out a piece of jade slip from his storage bag, and his spiritual sense transmitted.

"Lin Shaozong, the little girl is willing to serve him, but I have a request..."

......

"It's really this..."

Looking at the storage bag snatched from the woman's hand, Meng Yang's spiritual sense swept away, and he was immediately stunned.

There were several treasure-level attack treasures, and in the pile of more than 10,000 spirit stones that emitted white light, there was a sheepskin.

This sheepskin is fur, smooth as jade, the size of a palm, and there are blue runes on all four corners.

It seems that it is the same as the parchment painting he gave him at the Lin family, before the carriage master left.

Summoned his own one from the storage space, and when he took out this one, he still didn't respond to putting the two together.

"It is difficult to say that the sheepskin of the carriage master is the object of the ancient burial of the old earth. ”

"No reaction now, is it because there are other sheepskins?"

"Only when you get all these sheepskins in your hands will it have an effect?"

Thinking about the TV series in his previous life, Meng Yang groped for a while, but he still couldn't find a way.

Shaking his head, after putting the two chapters of wool rolls into the storage space, the corners of Meng Yang's mouth suddenly hooked.

After an evil aura overflowed from his eyes, he threw his forehead into both ends of the horns, and his brute nose and eyes then squirmed.

The eternal ice aura on his body is also like a fading tide, replaced by another yin evil.

In the blink of an eye, the face of a middle-aged demon with a big beard was reflected on his face, replacing Qiu Yun's appearance.

This person was one of the four demons who intercepted and killed Meng Yang before, and after reading his memory, he learned that the four were members of the Cold Thorn Gang.

Meng Yang planned to follow this person's appearance and infiltrate the Cold Thorn Gang to see if he could get what he wanted.

For such a thing, Meng Yang, who was already familiar with the road, did not hesitate and turned around, just like the Chilling Thorn Gang.

After half a ring, when he stepped into the area of influence of the Cold Thorn Gang, he could clearly feel that the aura that permeated the surroundings immediately became thicker.

It is several times stronger than in the periphery, and it is obvious that there is a formation at work, which is gathering these spiritual powers.

Meng Yang continued to walk, and after a while, two mountain ranges appeared at the end of his gaze, standing tall in the thick fog.

From a distance, this mountain range looks like the back of a giant beast lying on the earth, and there are many buildings between the mountains.

The buildings were surrounded by wooden fences several meters high, and when Meng Yang first appeared here, there were two sounds of breaking through the air.

Gazing at it, he saw two young demons with flying swords on their feet coming out of the thick fog.

After glancing at him, he turned around and left with a constipated cold snort.

Secretly guessing that these two demons might be the patrol team of the Cold Thorn Gang, Meng Yang didn't care, and stepped in.

The person whose memory was read by Meng Yang was called Gan Lu, and in the early days of Gong Wu, his popularity in the Cold Thorn Gang was not good.

Especially in the current infighting of the Chill Thorn Gang, there is nothing to be valued.

Don't look at the fact that there are only more than 800 barbarians in the Cold Thorn Gang, the intensity of their infighting is really terrifying.

Large and small are divided into more than a dozen small factions, and cannibalism is not uncommon in order to compete for control areas.

The person who cultivated the highest level of the Cold Thorn Gang was an existence in the Gathering Martial Realm, that is, the master of the Cold Thorn Gang, Lei Jiang.

This person is on the border of the Yin Ghost Valley in the desolate ghost land, and he is famous.

And Meng Yang learned from Gan Lu's memory that the jade slip with the big curtain map was in Lei Jiang's hands.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Yang's eyes flickered, and with a single step, he jumped over the wooden fence and walked towards the cave where he lived.

On the way, he was also cautiously thinking about how to get the big curtain map jade slip in the hands of a demonic powerhouse who gathered martial arts.

The Chillthorns have three places to build attics.

And the people who can live in the attic are all cultivators who have reached the middle and late stages of the palace martial arts.

Like the early stage of Ganlu Gongwu's cultivation, he could only live in the outermost cave of the Cold Thorn Gang.

And if you want to get the big curtain map jade slip, the only way to get close to Lei Jiang is to get close.

After hesitating for a while, Meng Yang couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

After letting his cultivation climb to the middle level of Gongwu, he turned around and went directly to the center of the Cold Thorn Gang.

At this moment, a terrifying coercion suddenly spread out from the largest courtyard at the end of Meng Yang's gaze.

made Meng Yang, who had just settled down, change his complexion and froze in place.

In this terrifying coercion that spread in an instant and was withdrawn in an instant, there was also an aura that Meng Yang was very familiar with, that is, death qi.

And the coercion that made him a little frightened, in the entire Cold Thorn Gang, except for the master named Lei Jiang, there was no other.

"Interesting, it seems that this Lei Jiang is either suffering from a serious dark disease, or it has reached the point of running out of oil. ”

"It's okay, so that there is a deal between us, you pay the map jade slip, and I will help you absorb the dead air. ”

After muttering for a while, Meng Yang didn't say a word, immediately hid his breath and ran towards the place where Lei Jiang was.