"It's not going to be good. ”

As soon as he returned to the tenth peak, Elder Dan immediately greeted him.

The injuries he and the boy suffered looked terrifying, but in fact, they were just some external injuries, and they had already taken pills, so they were basically fine.

But the state of the flame chasing the wind is very critical, and it can be said that one foot has stepped into the ghost gate.

"I'll take a look. ”

Yang Yifan was anxious, and before the words fell, the whole person flew into his own cave.

"I've seen the Son. ”

One of the beast trainers who was in charge of raising fierce beasts in the Star Picking Sect immediately stepped forward and saluted.

"Is there any other way?"

Yang Yifan walked over, Flame Chasing Wind was lying in the middle of the cave, his bones were broken a lot, the flesh and blood on his body had already dried up, and the breath was even weaker to the extreme, like a little candlelight in a crazy rainstorm, which would be extinguished at any time.

"Son, forgive me. ”

The beast tamer bowed, "The injury is too serious, I don't dare to touch it at all, and with its current injury, if it wants to survive, the only way to survive is to transform and break through to the seventh order, but the bloodline of the Red Flame Horse is too ordinary, it is already a miracle that it can reach the peak of the sixth order, and it is destined to be unable to break through to the seventh order." ”

Doomed?

The high battle intent on Yang Yifan's body suddenly erupted, like a giant volcano that had accumulated energy for tens of millions of years suddenly erupted, filled with endless aura of destruction, and swept wildly around.

This?

The beast tamer's face changed greatly, and he could only keep rushing back, his face was no longer bloody, and his eyes were full of terrified looks, it was so terrifying, at this moment, he felt like he was about to die.

"What bullshit is destined by God, I never believed. ”

Yang Yifan's face immediately became a little crazy, he never believed in the sky, he didn't believe in fate, he only believed in his own hard work and hard work, otherwise he wouldn't even dare to smash the heavenly tribulation, and the fire of nothingness would dare to make a mess of it.

Stepping forward a few steps, with both hands, Yang Yifan immediately hugged the dying Flame Chasing Wind, and then carried it to his back a few times, and tied it firmly with a belt, "Jin Jia, go." ”

The golden armor that had been standing in the cave, like a puppet, moved, and flew out behind Yang Yifan.

He thought of the night in the Heavenly Wind Grassland, when Flame Chasing Wind broke through from the fourth order to the fifth order, he almost failed, but he survived the danger in the bloody battle with the storm wolf, and successfully broke through, maybe there was still hope for the battle and blood.

"Meet the Son. ”

As soon as I got off the tenth peak, the martial artists of the Star Picking Sect along the way were saluting.

Yang Yifan just nodded, did not speak, chased the wind with the flames on his back, and rushed towards the mountain gate with the golden armor.

What's the situation?

Many martial artists stared at the backs of the fast away, all of them were full of fog, and they couldn't understand why Yang Yifan went out chasing the wind with the flames on his back.

The Red Flame Pony had always been a warrior's mount, but they had never seen a warrior carry his mount on his back.

Very contradictory!

These martial artists all felt that they couldn't understand Yang Yifan one by one, obviously giving people a feeling of being as cold as an iceberg, and they didn't blink an eye when they killed people, but now that they are the Holy Son of the Star Picking Sect, they are personally carrying a red flame horse, isn't it contradictory?

"To the enemy is like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, but to his own people is like a spring breeze, this is the real man, in this life, I have to follow the Holy Son. ”

A martial artist in the late stage of the Heavenly Extreme Realm clenched his fists and muttered in his mouth.

To the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, but to his own people like a spring breeze?

Many people's bodies immediately shook, and when they thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case, Yang Yifan's ruthlessness has always been only for the enemy, but for his own people, he has always maintained it a hundred times, so he will abolish the first peak in public for the sake of a fourth-grade alchemist, and even kill the genius of the Ancient Sword Sect, so he will personally carry it out for the sake of a mount.

Isn't such a person worthy of their following?

Many people have secretly made up their minds that they will follow Yang Yifan, the holy son, in the future.

This is something that Yang Yifan never thought of, and the scene of chasing the wind with the flames on his back actually made many Star Picking Sect martial artists chase after him.

After leaving the gate of the Star Picking Sect, he went straight to the primeval jungle with the flame chasing wind, and flew towards the depths.

Roar!

Soon, a deafening roar rang out, followed by a towering ancient tree roaring from the ground, like a spear, and the huge power contained in it directly made the void shake for a while.

With a bang, the ancient wood was strangled into powder by the surging spiritual power in front of Yang Yifan, and sawdust flew all over the sky.

It's a mountain-backed demon ape.

The eighth order has a strength comparable to that of a martial artist in the Divine Soul Realm.

At this moment, it was frantically rushing from the jungle next to it, and a large area of the jungle was crushed to the ground in an instant, and the sound was terrifying.

"Jin Jia, stay aside. ”

After speaking, Yang Yifan grabbed the Blood Shadow Gun, turned his head slightly, and looked at the closed eyes of Flame Chasing Wind, "Blaze, remember, whatever heaven is destined to be bullshit, we have to rely on ourselves, if there is really a heaven controlling all this, then stab this day." ”

But there was still no response.

Boom!

The sound of explosion and thunder sounded, and the foot of the demon ape stomped on the ground into two large pits, flying up like a small mountain, and the fist the size of a water tank had already been raised, and a layer of palpitating black light lingered on it, and as soon as it was smashed out, the void appeared like layers of water waves.

"Blaze, it's time to fight, kill. ”

In the midst of the shouting, Yang Yifan, who was chasing the wind with the flames on his back, rushed over, and with a movement of his hand, the blood shadow spear stabbed out like a flying spirit snake.

Bang!

It only took two or three breaths for the furious attacks to collide with each other.

Even if it is an ape beast known for its strength, this Tongwei Demon Ape is still no match for Yang Yifan's violent power, and the Blood Shadow Spear roared, and it was directly pierced through the huge fist by a single shot, and the aftermath was unabated, and then it instantly sank into the chest of the Tongwei Demon Ape.

Under the sweep of the violent power, with a bang, the huge body of the Tongwei Demon Ape burst violently, and the flesh and blood in the sky were sprinkled, enveloping Yang Yifan and the Flame Chasing Wind, and instantly dyed them a blood-red color.

Hiss.

The sound of gasping for air immediately sounded from the jungle below, and several Divine Soul Realm martial artists who came in in a team to hunt the fierce beast were full of shock, not to mention killing the Tongwei Demon Ape with one shot, and it was directly shattered, which made them all a little suspicious of who was the fierce beast.

It's so brutal.

What they didn't understand was that Yang Yifan was actually carrying a red flame horse on his back, which was really strange.

Yang Yifan also noticed it, but he didn't pay attention to those guys at all, and after grabbing the beast core, he continued to move forward, and the aura on his body did not sweep in the slightest, attracting those fierce beasts to come out.

After a stick of incense, a demon bird spread its wings from a hundred-zhang ancient tree, and the huge pair of wings were immediately swept by a hurricane.

"Kill. ”

Yang Yifan, who was holding the Blood Shadow Gun, rushed to kill.

In less than a moment of incense, the demon bird was pierced by the blood shadow spear and died tragically on the spot.

Fight!

Battle after battle!

The blood had completely soaked Yang Yifan, but the flame chasing the wind still hadn't woken up, which made the worry in his heart thicker and thicker.

And Yang Yifan kept killing, wanting to use battle and blood to awaken the flames and chase the wind.

The movement was too big, attracting many warriors who came to this jungle, and they didn't know what Yang Yifan was doing with a horse that was about to die on his back to slaughter fierce beasts in this place, what was the point of this?

But they all followed, the powerful beast entrenched was killed, this place was safe, they could also go to collect the elixir spirit fruit, and they also wanted to see what Yang Yifan wanted to do.