Yun He rode on the horse, pointed to the hillside with a whip, and said, "This morning, someone found a team of about three hundred bear demons entering the mountain from here, what we have to do today is to catch them in the mountain and kill them all!"

Most people just think it's strange but don't think about it, but most of the literate readers are deep in thought, realizing that it's not simple.

Fang Yun looked at Yun Hu and Yun Ao's father and son, who knew the inside story, and neither of them showed surprise.

Yun He's friend Kang Xingzhi Lao Jinshi looked at Yun He and stopped talking.

The three jinshi didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to say anything, and followed Yun He to move on.

It is difficult for ordinary horses to move forward on such slopes, but for horses, as long as the slope does not exceed 60 degrees, it is easy to walk.

A team of 1,200 demon hunters entered the Axe Mountain along the slope.

As the team disappeared on the slope, a pitch-black crow flew silently in the blood-colored mist to the west.

In the fog to the east, an eagle demon soldier appeared and quickly disappeared.

The mountains are pitch black, but the plants are a little red.

Fang Yun's eyes had a red light disguised by talent, and after entering the Axe Mountain, he felt more and more uncomfortable with this kind of scenery.

However, the moment he stepped onto the pitch-black axe mountain, Fang Yun felt that the dragon in the Wen Palace seemed to open its eyes, but it quickly closed them.

"Isn't it ......"

A flash of joy flashed in Fang Yun's eyes.

The crowd continued on their way.

The signs on the map are very clear, because some of the people accompanying Yun Jie have learned arithmetic, and Yun Jie is a person who draws the road, as long as he writes down the map, he can easily find the road.

The mountain road was rough and difficult, and it was not until noon that the group crossed a mountain.

Lunch break. Everyone silently took out dry food and ate, and most of them were thoughtful.

The Demon Hunters were remarkably silent.

Fang Yun ate the dry food that the Yun family had prepared a long time ago, two fine dough cakes wrapped in sweet syrup, half a catty of beef in sauce, a piece of pickles, and a red heart egg.

In the process of eating, Fang Yun glanced at the dry food of ordinary soldiers, they were holding coarse flour cakes with red in the black in their left hands, and blackened pickles in their right hands, each of them had a piece of cured meat that was less than half a tael.

After eating. The lifters who are minors in the power of the farm perform the "spring breeze and drizzle" in a small area, so that everyone can drink clean water.

After a two-quarter hour rest, the team set off again.

On the morning of November 20, the third day of entering the valley, the demon hunting team finally found a group of demon clans.

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Yun rode the horse, his eyes were a little straight, and he didn't expect to really touch the demon clan, but the gap between these demon clans and his imagination was a bit big.

There are more than thirty demon clans in front, and the highest strength is just a wolf demon general. There are also seven-headed demon soldiers, and the rest are demon people.

Unlike ordinary fat and strong demon clans, these thirty-odd demon clans are very thin, and each of them is very old.

It took Fang Yun a while to realize. There are no bear demons among these demon clans, they should have been abandoned by the tribe and left to fend for themselves, unless they can find the gods in the Axe Mountain. Otherwise, you can only end up foraging in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Leave four living mouths to interrogate, and the other demon clans will be killed!"

After Yun He finished speaking, everyone immediately attacked.

Fang Yun didn't use his words. Attack only with the battle poems that are also found in the Holy Temple of the Ancient Land of Blood.

After a few moments, the battle was won.

Yun He personally interrogated these demon clans, and did not find any valuable information, only knowing that they were indeed demon clans abandoned by the tribe, and unless they could find the holy blood jade in the Axe Mountain, they could only die in the Axe Mountain.

After Yun He was confirmed, he killed the last demon clan, and the demon hunting team continued on the road.

The demon clan does not need light iron or four-horned antelope, and even the demand for dragon pattern rice is not high, it is only regarded as an ordinary rare divine object, but the blood jade that can make dragon pattern rice grow is one of the most desired divine objects of the demon clan.

The blood jade in the population of the ancient land of Blood Mang is named "Holy Blood Jade" in the demon clan, this is to distinguish it from ordinary blood jade, after all, in the Shengyuan Continent or the Demon Realm, the blood-colored jade is called blood jade, and the jade condensed by blood is also called blood jade.

The saints of the human race eat dragon pattern rice, while the saints of the demon barbarians rely on holy blood jade to comb their qi and blood.

It is said that the Holy Blood Jade is a supernatural thing formed by the blood of the Holy Throne beings after being buried in the soil and changing for hundreds of thousands of years under special conditions.

Even if the ordinary blood of the saints is left for many years, it will not be able to form the holy blood jade.

At present, there are only two places that produce Holy Blood Jade, one is the Ancient Land of Blood, and the other is the legendary Burial Sacred Valley.

However, these two places are difficult for both the demon race and the human race to enter, especially the Burial Sacred Valley, which is open in a hundred years, the will of all the saints is raging, the invincible holy body is rampant, and the terrifying power is enough to destroy the starry sky, it would be good to come out alive, no one picks and chooses.

There is a city called "Black Stone" in the Ancient Land of Bloody Mang, the city wall is made of the black stone of Axe Mountain, and the most famous place in this city is that there is a piece of the only Sacred Heart Blood Jade in the Ancient Land of Bloody Mang!

Inside that piece of holy blood jade, there is a demon clan's half-saint heart!

Just that piece of Sacred Heart Blood Jade can grow ten acres of dragon pattern rice fields, and after more than three hundred years, there has been no change in the slightest.

Dragon-patterned rice is ripe every five years, and one mu can produce 500 catties, and there is a piece of sacred heart blood jade, which means that an average of 1,000 catties of dragon-patterned rice can be obtained every year.

A half-saint of the human race can only eat 500 catties of dragon pattern rice a year.

The dragon pattern rice planted in the cities of the Ancient Land of Xuemang and obtained in the wild can get an average of more than 30,000 catties per year, one-third of which has to be traded to the Holy Academy, and the other 20,000 catties are averaged, and each scholar family can only get more than 300 catties a year on average.

In the Ancient Land of Bloodmang, only the families who eat dragon pattern rice can continue to appear Hanlin or scholars.

Fang Yun turned his head to look at the corpses of those demon clans, sat on the Jiao horse and continued to move forward, thinking in his heart that the dragon-patterned rice field not far away, as long as he got it, he would quietly live in Juyun City or go to the rear city for three months, and when the time came, the Holy Courtyard would pick him up.

They walked for another five hours, crossed a dangerous and narrow mountain road, turned around the peaks, and saw a different hillside.

On the pitch-black axe mountain, most of the plants are red, brown or gray-brown, but on the gentle slope ahead, there are two-foot-high plants erected, like carved from beautiful jade, the main trunk is white jade, two rows of pale green leaves rise upward, and at the top of the leaf and the main trunk, hang down an ear of rice.

The ears of rice are five inches long, and the rice is wrapped in a golden husk with distinct grains.

"Dragon-patterned rice!" one exclaimed.

"It's a dragon-patterned Yoneda!It must be!"

"Oh my God......"

Yun He, Yun Hu, Yun Ao and Fang Yun were smiling.

Kang Xingzhi was stunned for a while before turning his head to look at Yun He, and said helplessly: "Old Yun, your mouth is so strict! Even before taking a breath, I wouldn't have thought that you were here for this dragon pattern rice field!"

Yun He smiled, but then the smile disappeared, looked at the dragon pattern rice field in front of him, and said slowly: "This is what my son Yun Jie left for the old man to care for." Half of them belong to the Yun Fang, half of the other half belongs to the Yun family, and the rest, I will use it to recruit troops, hunt bear demons, and avenge my son!"

Yun Hu and Yun Ao's father and son looked at each other, Yun Ao's eyes showed a fierce light, and Yun Hu showed a helpless look, but immediately nodded.

(To be continued......)