In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Bang.

The thunder was rolling, and in the night sky, thick lightning like a silver dragon was constantly tumbling and flying in the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain, completely enveloping the world, and the place where it entered was hazy.

Roar!

A deafening wail rang out, followed by the blood that poured from the sky, staining the rain red, and a ten-zhang blood tiger with two wings on its back fell rapidly from the night sky, tearing its entire chest and shattering its heart.

It's so perverted!

That's a two-winged blood-streaked tiger whose strength is comparable to that of a martial artist in the late stage of the Divine Soul Realm!

The faces of the warriors below were all full of shock, such a powerful beast was killed by Yang Yifan in just half an hour, and this combat power was simply outrageous.

"This is the thirtieth head. ”

"It's so perverted. ”

"The point is that I'm still carrying a horse on my back. ”

Many people were sighing constantly, and their tones were full of envy and jealousy, although some of them were cultivators of the Divine Soul Realm, but compared to Yang Yifan, it was more than a little bit different.

"Hey, let me tell you, that's the Holy Son of our Star Picking Sect. ”

"What are these fierce beasts, the geniuses from Zhongzhou were all killed on the spot. ”

The two Star Picking Sect Heavenly Extreme Realm martial artists who came out to practice were full of excitement, and their eyes were even more adoringly staring at Yang Yifan who was standing in the air, so powerful that everyone was shocked and afraid, which made them feel a sense of honor.

"Damn, he's my idol Yang Yifan?"

"It turned out to be him. ”

"No wonder it's so violent. ”

The exclamation sounded immediately, killing Han Li of Xuanbing Valley had already made Yang Yifan famous in the entire Eastern Wilderness Domain, but many people had never seen Yang Yifan.

Swish.

Yang Yifan fell from the night sky because he felt that the flames chasing the wind seemed to move.

There was so much blood that it even condensed into a blood-colored armor on his body, but as soon as he got closer, all the warriors in this place felt the smell of blood.

Moreover, Yang Yifan also had a lot of wounds on his body, most of which were caused by the dying counterattack of those fierce beasts, several of which were very serious, but he didn't care at all, his attention was all on Flame Chasing.

"Holy Son. ”

The two Star Picking Sect martial artists hurriedly greeted them.

Yang Yifan nodded, "Help me chop some branches and spread them on the ground, which will be softer." ”

"Yes. ”

In just a dozen breaths, the branches were laid out and covered with soft leaves.

Only then did Yang Yifan carefully put down the flame chasing wind.

Is it for this horse?

The other warriors around also surrounded them, feeling a little incredible, and they all looked like they were about to die, but they had been fighting with those brutal beasts, which really made them a little puzzled.

Yang Yifan's feeling is not wrong, the flame chasing the wind does show signs of awakening.

After about a cup of tea, its closed eyelids shook a few times, and then opened a gap and looked at Yang Yifan, but two tears immediately rolled down from that eye, although it had been dizzy, but in a daze, it still felt what Yang Yifan had done for it.

Actually cried?

Many warriors were silent, no matter how docile the Red Flame Horse was, but it was also a fierce beast, and now they were crying, how could this not shock them?

"Hold on. ”

Yang Yifan squatted down, reached out and gently touched its head.

But the head of the Flame Chasing Wind shook slightly.

Is it really not working?

Yang Yifan's hands were also stiff, his teeth were clenched, since the Tianfeng Grassland, the Flame Chasing Wind has been accompanying him, and he has fought in a bloody battle for I don't know how many, after coming to the Star Picking Sect, his strength has improved rapidly, and the Flame Chasing Wind will not help him in the battle, but it has chosen this almost mortal transformation to keep up with his footsteps, so it sharpens in the roaring Nine Yin Wind on the top of the mountain, and wants to sublimate.

It seems to be a return to the light.

At this moment, Flame Chasing Wind stood up suddenly, and his skinny head rubbed against Yang Yifan's chest, signaling him to ride up.

This?

Many people are constantly taking deep breaths, and suddenly feel a little sour in their noses, they have never seen such a spiritual red flame horse, and they are going to die, and they are still thinking about carrying their masters, the depth of love is rare in the world.

But before Yang Yifan could move, the Flame Chasing Wind fell down with a bang, and its strength was no longer enough to support it.

Tilting its head, it looked at Yang Yifan, and its mouth opened, as if it was saying sorry.

"Flames. ”

Yang Yifan stepped forward and hugged its neck.

But Blaze Chasing Wind didn't respond anymore, and its eyes were closing little by little.

With a click, Yang Yifan's fists clenched, and the killing intent all over his body surged out in an instant, and even the falling rain was instantly shattered, turning into a mist floating in the sky, it was Zhang Qingzhi, he would definitely kill that guy and use his head to pay tribute.

Bang!

At this moment, the rain in the sky was sudden, and even the dense dark clouds in the sky collapsed in an instant, and the stars in the sky reappeared, and the endless starlight sprinkled down, covering everything in the world with a thin veil.

How so?

Everyone's faces changed, it's so strange, it was a downpour a moment ago, and now it's sunny, isn't it strange?

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Subsequently, the endless pressure was like an ancient divine mountain falling from the sky, pressing on the body, making everyone feel breathless, and even the thought of resistance could not rise, including Yang Yifan, both feet fell into the dirt.

Could it be that the peerless master is coming?

Everyone was frightened, and before anyone appeared, there was such a strong power.

Yang Yifan also grabbed the Blood Shadow Spear, moved with difficulty, and then arrived in front of Flame Chasing Wind and protected him behind him.

Whoa, whoa.

The sound of dead branches and leaves being trampled into pieces rang out.

Is it coming?

Yang Yifan's eyes also looked over, his expression was solemn, it would not be a good thing to meet a master in the wilderness.

What the?

But when he took the next breath, his eyes widened a little.

it, what's the situation?

The others barely snapped their eyes out.

What did they see?

A turtle!

That's right, it's a turtle the size of a face plate, crawling slowly towards them, looking very ordinary, and the shell on its back is also black.

Could it be just a coincidence that this turtle was also scared and ran over?

Some guys secretly guessed in their hearts.

But Yang Yifan's eyes were staring directly at the turtle, could an ordinary turtle appear here? You know, this jungle is comparable to the area infested by the martial beasts of the Divine Soul Realm, even the golden armor around him was almost unable to move due to the heavy pressure, but the turtle could move all the time, can't it explain some problems?

The climb is very slow.

For Yang Yifan and the others, this is a painful ordeal, everyone just stared at the turtle and crawled over little by little, and they didn't know what would happen next, but few people would be very optimistic, and the fierce beast had always been very interested in the flesh and blood of the martial artist.

In a short distance of more than ten zhang, it took half an hour to climb before I came.

Then he turned around and crawled straight towards Yang Yifan.

It's close.

It's getting closer!

The coercion was also strengthened, so that Yang Yifan couldn't move his fingers now.