Hundreds of miles outside the Raven Tribe, a guard team once again put down a Transfiguration Bull Demon, panting.

Among them, the highest strength is only the peak of soul refining, and they are not considered to be the top masters in the guards, but it is not difficult for a team to cooperate with each other in the soul refining period and deal with the goblins in the early stage of transformation.

"Damn, are these goblins crazy, why do they suddenly rush towards our tribe as if they don't want to die!" the Raven Thorn warrior scolded as he kicked the bull demon's corpse.

"It's been seven days! Ever since a vulture attacked the tribe seven days ago, there has been an almost endless stream of demons coming from all directions! I always feel that there is something in the tribe that attracts them. The warrior of the same clan frowned.

These words were immediately agreed by many people, and they all nodded, "It's a pity that these goblins don't open their mouths." They all have red eyes, as if whoever stands in their way will fight with whomever they want...... What the hell is it?"

The leading warrior at the peak of the Soul Refining Stage looked left and right and said, "Okay, don't guess! Fortunately, most of the current demon spirits are not strong enough, and we can still handle it." However, this has already begun to appear in the transformation stage of the goblins, and I am afraid that it will not be long before the goblins in the late stage of transformation should also appear. When the time comes, we won't be able to handle it!"

As he spoke, he looked into the depths of the boundless sea of grass from afar. These increasingly powerful demon spirits are emerging from the depths of the uninhabited heaven and earth. "Let's find someone to join us as soon as possible. I've heard that some fighters are already starting to die!"

"Hey, what's this called! Over the years, the goblins have become more and more violent. I don't know how the investigation is going for Chief Nightrain......"

Amid the chatter of complaints and suspicions, the small group of warriors of the Raven tribe headed for a short distance to hunt and began to find their companions.

At this moment, two hundred miles outside the crow tribe are already full of warriors from the guards, even the quasi-guards are also mixed in, and the mysterious and powerful tribal internal guards are also worshipped. The nine-rank spirit flesh aura emitted by Qingfeng's forging body made the demon spirits around the crow tribe change suddenly.

In the place where the original Apocalypse Mausoleum was located, the smell of headhunters still permeated. The goshawk tribesmen who had not waited for Sang Xiong and his party for a long time gradually gave up hope, but the place was immediately occupied by the warriors of the crow tribe, and the crow tribesmen were shouting everywhere on a piece of flesh and blood.

In the distance, you can see a powerful stabbing soul leaping into the air, overlooking the ant-like crowd below.

Farther in the depths of the sea of grass, a piece of inky black soil, there is no wild grass, and the black soil seems to have life, wriggling. The area is huge, tens of thousands of meters. In the middle, a willow tree is inserted on it, and the willow tree is dozens of zhang, scorched and black, and dead, and extremely thick. There was a crow on the willow tree, and the old god was at ease, squinting and squatting on the branches, as if he was about to fall down at any moment. Looking closely, it is not difficult to find that a trace of black dead qi is seeping out of the wriggling black soil and being absorbed by the black crow.

A black figure flew in a wet black soil, its body light and swift, trampling the dirt one after another, as if it was about to be swallowed up after a moment's rest.

Approaching the black willow tree, the black shadow suddenly rose into the air, and the crow burst out with a cold gaze, and the man reached out and grabbed a pure black bead between the willow branches. Under the angry chirping and burning gaze of the crow, he jumped into the sky with the force of his feet, and with a sharp birdsong, a huge crow stabbing soul suddenly appeared at the foot of the black shadow, carrying him away in an instant.

Behind him, the old crow, who was almost drowsy, steamed up with a cold black flame. With a flap of wings, he flew into the sky. Another fan, already ten zhang long, another fan, a hundred zhang long, another fan, another fan, a huge black bird the size of a thousand zhang covered the sky and the sun, black air! Went straight to the person who stole the pearl to kill, and the suffocating coercion exuded from his body was a powerful demon spirit in the love period.

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On the seventh day, Aomine finally regained some of his strength to act.

The two spa pills helped him basically stabilize his injuries, but the cold energy that was running around in his body was still difficult to dispel. He has no way to transport the vitality of the forging period now, and it is even difficult to exert the strength of the ink stage.

Shen Yuan in the finishing stage, awakened the Xuanwu bloodline, the assassination is the authentic Xuanwu Wen, the eight grades are powerful and shocking, and the energy in his body is completely Xuanwu's cold and domineering. At this moment, breaking into Qingfeng's body, his inch of green and green energy was difficult to resist at all. The feeling of powerlessness made Qingfeng trapped in the crow tribe, and he didn't dare to think about it at all, which made his killing intent towards Shen Yuan even heavier.

These days, he also knew that the crow tribe had been attacked by large-scale demon spirits, but as a large tribe, its strength was far stronger than that of the wolf tribe, so he was temporarily worry-free. The Guard Battalion has already begun to search the tribe, and the strange movement of the demon spirit makes them guess that something must have happened in the tribe that they don't know about.

Walking down the road to the tribal bazaar, looking at the soldiers of the guard battalion hurrying back and forth on the road, Aomine became more and more cautious.

In the headhunter, the enemy he killed was innocent enough, but at the same time, he also killed many warriors of the crow tribe, and he didn't dare to expose it.

In the bazaar, Qingfeng walked quickly, and entered the weapon shop in a flash. Walk through the courtyard and come to the tent behind the shop. A smell of medicine came to his nose, making him frown slightly. This is a bitter medicine, which is used by the bottom prickly text, not to mention the pungent nose and hard to swallow, and the effect is not good.

"Not ...... yet"

Aomine muttered depressedly and went into the room in front of him. As soon as I entered, I saw a tall man lying on the bed, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were slightly glazed.

"Qingfeng!" As soon as he saw Qingfeng, the man suddenly exclaimed, with a light of surprise in his eyes, "You're not ......"

"Yes, but I'm back!" Qingfeng smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and came to the man, "Ah Niu, what do you think I brought you?"

As he spoke, Qingfeng took out a pill from his waist, but it was the Muscle Relaxation Pill that he had asked Ding Shi for in the small medicine shop of the Apocalypse Mausoleum. This pill specializes in treating muscles and bones, and the effect is wonderful, and it is a necessary auxiliary pill for many basic skills of thorn writing.

"Relax the muscles and bones!" Ah Niu said in surprise again, looking at Qingfeng with shock, "Where did you come from!"

The Relaxation Bone Pill is a three-grade pill, which can be sold for 5,000 gold pieces in the Crow Tribe, and even in places where there are enough pills, it can be sold for 2,000 or 3,000 gold. For Ah Niu, who has entered the six grades of ink, five thousand gold is too unattainable amount.

Qingfeng pursed his lips and smiled, "Someone else sent it! With it, your injury will heal soon, maybe your strength can be improved a few points, and you will participate in the quasi-guard selection next year, proper!"

"Qingfeng, although we are poor, but you can't rob it! everyone else is also bitter ......" Ah Niu didn't believe it, and persuaded bitterly. The bottom has been struggling to make a living for many years, and he has never seen such a three-pin pill! It's just that Ah Niu has a backbone, and in his opinion, others will not give Qingfeng a three-pin pill.

"Really!" Qingfeng affirmed, "It was sent by a great master of the Tianbei Jinding Clan! People don't care about this elixir at all!

After explaining to Ah Niu for a long time, he believed that Qingfeng did not bully people who were weaker than them. If that were the case, Ah Niu would never accept Qingfeng's elixir. Originally, he offended the righteous brothers because he helped Qingfeng, so how could he do the same thing as the righteous brothers?

"Qingfeng, you're out of luck! You know all the powerhouses of the Heshen Period!"

Looking at Ah Niu's envious gaze, Qingfeng shook his head secretly in his heart. Not to mention knowing me, I'm afraid he will have the heart to kill me when he comes home!

The two, who hadn't seen each other for nearly four months, chatted for a long time in front of the dilapidated bed, with the pervasive smell of bitter medicine.

In front of the door of the weapon shop, in a dark corner not far away, a one-armed figure stared at the deep space in the shop for a long time. In his eyes, the killing intent and coldness became heavier and heavier, as if the temperature around him was a few degrees lower.

"Aomine, you've finally appeared!"