Putting away the Heavenly Mystery Mirror, Bian Qing was not in a hurry to stand up, he ran the Geshu Demon Yuan Jue several times, and finally sensed the whole body, except for the wound on the right chest, and the faint pain, there was no abnormality in the body, and then he got up and jumped out of the crack in the rock. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now that the corpse is nearly thousands of miles away, and it is seriously injured, if Bian Qing can't find the specific location of his hideout, he is afraid that he will go to sneak attack and kill him now, where to hide and hide from this monster.

The only way to do this is to find Hong Tong and the others as soon as possible, the corpse just now also said that Hong Tong and the others have been entangled by the men he sent, and the seven of them originally made an appointment, if they can't find the location of the Red Tassel team that day, they will meet under this Broken Finger Ridge.

If today is about to dawn, it will be the next day in the blink of an eye, Hong Tong and the others still have not arrived, it seems that those robbers who entangled everyone have extraordinary methods.

Of course, Bian Qing did not leave the Severed Finger Ridge and went to rescue everyone, since the corpse said that it was for his subordinates to entangle Hong Tong and others, it is enough to show that his subordinates are not only familiar with the terrain, but they are afraid that their cultivation level is not high, and they will not be able to threaten the safety of everyone at all.

On the contrary, it was Bian Qing, what he was most worried about at the moment was the mount that brought him to this bandit wilderness, the wind-chasing purple-blooded beast that had reminded him to flee quickly. Ever since the battle with the corpses began, Bian Qing had never sensed any breath of the wind-chasing purple blood beast, as if this big guy had disappeared out of thin air.

Bian Qing needed to repair his injuries just now, and the corpse had already escaped, and he had newly obtained the strange treasure of the Heavenly Machine Mirror, which made him not think of the existence of the Chasing Wind Purple Blood Beast for a while, but now that he suddenly remembered it, he was suddenly anxious in his heart, and an ominous premonition made Bian Qing uneasy.

Not long after, Bian Qing came to the gap where the wind-chasing purple-blooded beast was hidden. The scene in front of him still shocked him, and he was even more angry.

A good four-mouthed purple-blooded beast was actually chopped into minced flesh by the corpse, this gap in the mountain rocks dozens of zhang long and several zhang wide, from the stone wall to the ground, was full of flesh and blood that was cut off by the corpse blood knife, not only that, but on a stone wall, there was a huge animal skin sticked.

The hides are quite intact, apparently deliberately cut in their entirety. Seeing the skin of this wind-chasing purple-blooded beast, Bian Qing could imagine that the corpse was actually peeled off the entire animal skin with its sharp blood knife when the wind-chasing purple-blooded beast was alive, and the cruelty of the method was really outrageous.

"Corpse, if I find your location, even if it is to fight for my life, I will let you pay for the life of this wind-chasing purple-blooded beast!"

Bian Qing burst into tears, looking up to the sky and roaring!

The corpse thousands of miles away was desperately repairing the severely injured body, but suddenly the hair stood upside down, extremely frightened, and a deadly cold hit the whole body.

"Bian Qing, you mountain and wild bastard, are you-"

The corpse roared wildly, trying to swear to alleviate the fear in his heart.

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After venting the anger in his heart with a roar, Bian Qing ignited a raging fire in this gap, turned the bones of the wind-chasing purple blood beast and the animal skin into ashes, took out the extremely sharp Geshu sword, cut off several boulders weighing 10,000 catties, filled this huge gap, centered the card, and engraved the four big characters of "Tomb of the Righteous Beast".

This wind-chasing purple-blooded beast didn't get along with Bian Qing for a long time, but it also established a deep friendship with him, before it was skinned and killed by the corpse, it didn't forget to roar and warn, so that its owner could flee quickly, an ordinary yuan beast also had such righteousness, Bian Qing naturally wanted to bury it well.

"Ji Ying, it turns out that you have arrived!"

Just after Bian Qing buried his mount, a blue-robed figure rushed in the distance, but it was the young man named Zhuang Shi from the Yanwu Branch.

Bian Qing didn't come back to his senses for a while, and almost waited for Na Zhuang Shi to come to his side before he remembered that he didn't use his real name, but used the name of Ji Ying's crow's mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhuang Shi, where did you come from, what?!"

Seeing Zhuang Shi's embarrassed appearance, Bian Qing was quite surprised.

"Hey, don't mention it! There was nothing wrong yesterday, but just when I was about to hurry here to meet everyone, I suddenly encountered a group of blood killing army bandits, these guys are not high in cultivation, but they are extremely cunning, plus there are several Yuanwu Monarch realm bandits hidden among them, I can't hurt a few of them for a while, but I am played by them!"

Zhuang Shi looked depressed and said extremely depressed.

"You also had an accident?!"

Zhuang Shi asked Bian Qing rhetorically, looking at the stone tablet on the ground and asked.

"I also encountered the Bloodkillers, and although I repelled the enemy, my mount was still killed by them!"

Bian Qing didn't want to explain too much, so he followed Zhuang Shi's words and explained a little.

"Don't even let go of the mount, this group of bandits you met is really hateful!"

Zhuang Shi scolded fiercely, in his opinion, the fight between warriors should be a matter between warriors, and the mounts are innocent and should not be mixed in the conflict at all.

"Senior Brother Zhuang, we are facing robbers, they are bandits, they don't know how to talk about morality at all, they don't talk about mercy, the only way to deal with them is to use violence to counter violence, otherwise, they will end up with this mount!"

Bian Qing thought of the corpse, suddenly felt resentful, and said with great feeling.

"Well said! Countering violence with violence is as it should be!"

There was a sound of cheering in the distance, but it was Hong Tong who led a group of disciples of the Psychic Branch, rushing from a distance.

Compared with Zhuang Shi's embarrassment, these five people were brightly dressed, just like at the beginning, and their faces were even more proud, as if they had gained a lot.

"You didn't encounter a bloody army?!"

Zhuang Shi was a little strange, full of doubts and disbelief.

"Zhuang Shi! Of course we met, but those little characters just happened to give us mission points, no, there is no one left, we will kill them all!"

The red-faced young man named Hong Ping was a little impatient, and threw a storage bag on the ground, and suddenly the ground was filled with bloody heads with hideous expressions, and the bloody aura rose to the sky.

Bian Qing did not count the heads in this place, but it was roughly estimated that there were more than 200.

"These little minions, one can only be counted as one task point, which is really a bit less. Fortunately, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and for these guys who are willing to be bandits, we can only fight violence with violence and kill them cleanly, so as to return peace to this land!"

Hong Ping put away his head, as if he was putting away a pile of stones, and he didn't care about the smell of blood in the sky.

Bian Qing's heart churned, it was indeed he who said "countering violence with violence" just now, but it was because of the brutal guy who was the corpse, so he said it angrily for a while.

Looking back at the Hongtong brothers, they seem to take pleasure in killing these low-level robbers, and not only that, but they also collect the heads of those who are killed by them, and use them as a basis in exchange for some trivial task values.

From the mouth of the corpse, Bian Qing could hear to some extent that in fact, many of the bandits in this bandit wilderness were forced by the situation to survive here. As a martial artist, with no cultivation resources and no family protection, what is the way to do it except to take risks in order to get the chance to advance?

Like Dong Fang and Wu Heng, those who can stick to their hearts and are not willing to fall are a minority after all, and I am afraid that most of the martial artists will be unable to resist the temptation of robbing other people's resources, and will eventually come to this wild land and join the three bandit armies in exchange for the resource support needed for promotion.

Looking at the appearance of the five Hongtongs, Bian Qing and Zhuang Shi looked at each other, and each had a plan in their hearts. These five people obviously still have the means to exchange information, otherwise they would not have been able to get together at all, and with their own strength, it would be impossible to slaughter so many bandits.

"Ji Ying, your mount is actually dead! A four-grade mount needs to deduct five points of task value, and you have to pay for this loss yourself!"

Hong Ping finally saw the tombstone in front of him and roared with great dissatisfaction. He has always been dissatisfied with Bian Qing, and the last time he was reprimanded by his brother, this time he finally had a chance and began to be unrelenting.

"The body of the four-grade wind-chasing purple blood beast can still be replaced with a few yuan stones, why don't we take it out!"

A white-faced young man looked at the tomb with huge stones under him in his greedy eyes, and even said such a suggestion.

"I've incinerated my mount and left nothing behind!"

Bian Qing looked at the white-faced young man angrily, and he couldn't slash him with a sword. (To be continued.) )