Seeing that Lingzhi and the others got together to fight against the demon wolf, but their two disciples were left alone, it was very likely that they would be attacked by the demon wolf king, and it was difficult for them to separate.

Immediately threatened Lingzhi and the others to protect his two teachers and nephews, Lingzhi and the others had no choice, once Fan Jingyu escaped alone, it would be very easy, and then they would have to feed two fifth-order demon wolves, so they had to protect the two of them in the innermost, and even Lingzhi, a Qi cultivation realm cultivator, was in front of the two foundation cultivators.

The fifth-order demon beast is more powerful than the monk, the flesh is strong, the bloody cruelty in nature, and after the evolution of wisdom, it is even more cunning, how can a few foundation building monks be opponents, but the demon wolf king is like a prey, teasing the monk to make a move, seeing that it is in danger, and his life is hanging by a thread.

Zhou Hao happened to arrive when he heard the sound, and it was when everyone couldn't hold on, when he saw that Lingzhi was fine, he didn't think much about it, and immediately took over the fight of Zhao Cheng and a few people, and fought with the White Demon Wolf King.

In about a quarter of an hour, the white demon wolf was scarred, with two legs crippled in front of and behind, whimpering and wailing to avoid Zhou Hao's attack, and he was about to be unlucky.

Over there, it's just the opposite, Fan Jingyu was covered in blood, running for his life, and roaring, you all help quickly!

The others ignored his yelling, Tian Kun was not afraid of causing trouble when someone was in the background, and shouted: "Senior, you still have to show your real skills, our little shrimp cultivation is low, I am afraid that we will help you and affect your old man's performance!"

Fan Jingyu was angry, he didn't dare to use Lingzhi to blackmail everyone at this time, he was afraid that it would backfire, and he would be taken hostage by his own master and nephew, so he was depressed and had no choice but to shout, Zhou Daoyou, help quickly, I, I can't stand it.

Zhou Hao is so angry!

You said that you are a dignified Jindan monk and call me a foundation building monk to help, am I so bullish?

can be angry, but the initiative must be grasped in his hands, and the sword must be grasped

Again exerted force, the Silver Wolf King had no strength left, and when he couldn't dodge, he was pierced through the heart by a sword and died on the spot.

Zhou Hao immediately joined Fan Jingyu's battle circle, which Cheng thought that this demon wolf king was cunning and abnormal, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he turned around and fled, and disappeared behind the cliff in a few ups and downs

No one chased him, Zhou Hao consumed a lot of money, and he had no intention of chasing and killing, Fan Jingyu sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting for breath, his arms trembling and even bandaging his injuries, all of which were done by two disciples.

"Young Master!" Lingzhi hurriedly ran over, and saw that Zhou Hao was not injured, so he was relieved, and the other monks went to collect the remains of their dead monks, so that they could be brought back to their homes, Tian Kun walked closer, and quietly reported the previous incident.

Zhou Hao's eyes narrowed after hearing this, and he wanted to vent his depression, and looked at the miserable Fan Jingyu, but he didn't have a seizure, and ordered: "Ask everyone if they have cleaned up, okay, let's go, leave here first, and find someone else." ”

Fan Jingyu looked at Zhou Hao and his party who didn't even say hello and left home, but he was indignant but helpless, so he had to vent his anger on the two nephews.

Tianqi Pavilion, Chenliang Zhujia monks have their own contact information, Zhou Hao and his entourage are more than 400 miles away, and found more than 30 monks who have gathered, Li Chengliang, Li Xue, Zhu Yunniang, Zhu Zhushan and other leaders are all there, even if the backbone is not lost, the next five days, the monks gathered seven, seven, eighty, eight, and in the end, they still lost three or four monks each, which is not small.

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The ghost sinks into the abyss, surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, unfathomable, and is the end point of this trip to the Kunyu Mountains into the land of the hundred states of Tianyan Sect.

No one knows why this place was formed, how deep it was, in short, no one who went down appeared again, and the thick fog was like a lake of clouds, sometimes turbulent, sometimes agitated, all the way to the south.

In the haze, you can see the cliff on the opposite side, if someone wants to rely on the golden pill to cultivate, or the imperial weapon to cross, then congratulations, silently being devoured, is your final ending.

If you want to cross this place, you can only go along the west side of the mountain range, turn east and then turn back to the south, which is equivalent to a big circle, but fortunately, there are almost no demon beasts in the middle of the way, it seems that the innate intuition of demon beasts also understands the danger of this place, and even flying demon beasts will not fly over the ghost abyss.

Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun got back the soul jade as they wished, but they did not choose to leave, and vowed to follow Zhou Hao, Zhou Hao did not accept it, so he relied on Lingzhi, whether it was true or false, Zhou Hao did not pursue it, and Lingzhi did not refuse, but he made a decision in his heart and did not say it to Zhou Hao.

The long road seems to never end, day and night are alternating, on one side is the mysterious ghost abyss, under the feet are the bumpy cliff vines, every moment, to be engrossed, quiet and crazy.

When the leading monk let out an earth-shattering cheer, like a clear spring, washing away the mist of entanglement in their hearts, everyone accelerated, looked down on the ridge, and on the distant earth, the gentle dense forest was endless, and the golden sunlight sprinkled a scorching heat, and suddenly dissipated the last trace of cold, and the time had passed for more than a month.

Everyone is in a good mood, and finally out of the Kunyu Mountains, fighting, fleeing, and facing unknown crises at all times, even if they are monks, they are like a world away at this moment.

When he arrived here, Zhou Hao said goodbye to the two monks and walked alone with Lingzhi, and everyone had no choice but to agree that Tianyanzong would meet again, and left the Yinxin jade plate before saying goodbye, Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun followed, and Zhou Hao did not rush anyone.

Five days later, before the sun sets, through the scattered villages, the population is gradually thickening, the farmers who return home from farming, the Jianyong who returns from hunting, and the children chasing and playing, a small city appears in front of them, Dingtao, two large characters full of traces of time, inlaid above the mottled city gate.

The lazy sergeant at the gate of the city, squinting at the pedestrians and vendors, under the pergola on one side, a few side dishes, two pots of old wine, and a few captains who were officials surrounded a scholar with a scarf, but next to him was a handsome child with red lips and white teeth and sword eyebrows.

This child was not very old in childhood, but he stood aside seriously, holding a yellowed book in his left hand with one hand, reading alone, and letting others brag about it, which could not arouse interest.

Zhou Hao's mind probed slightly, and found that it was a small repair who had a sense of anger at the beginning, and regardless of him, the four of them stepped into the city.

When the scribe saw the four of them, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the wine glasses in his hands trembled, "cough"

The child next to him, who was originally obsessed with books, quickly raised his eyes, stared at the four figures in his eyes, and his eyes were also bright, and then he gently stuffed the book into his arms and smoothed it, and trotted into the city gate.

The reason why the small city is called small is only because of the decay of the city, the low moat, the dry moat, the main street is only three or four zhang wide, the old street stores, all are mottled and peeling off the patent leather, the high and deep doorway, the stone lion and leopard with broken eyes, and the squeaky towering trees, it seems that this city is completely a weeping old pedant.