On this day, Qingyang was driving the wind to fly at full speed, and a black line suddenly appeared in front of him, and this black line was boundless and blocked in front, I don't know how long it was.

Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, this black line is obviously land. In the past six months, Qingyang had seen many black lines, but they were not very long, and when they entered and exited, they found that the black lines were just small desert islands on the sea.

Now this black line is boundless, and it will definitely not be the desert island of tens or hundreds of miles before, but should be a boundless continent. Even if it's not a continent, it's probably one of those huge islands, and there may be humans or monks living on it.

In the past six months, Qingyang has not even seen a single figure, except for demon beasts or demon beasts, and now he can finally see a living person. He was really worried that he was going in the wrong direction, or going to the wrong place, and he was wrong to pass by the Zhongsha Domain, wasting all his time on the road.

Well, now that such a large land will definitely be inhabited, and there may even be monks. Now Qingyang urgently needs to take a break, the pills he refined before have long been exhausted, and he needs to replenish them as soon as possible, he also has to inquire about what kind of place this is, to confirm whether some of the directions he is taking are right, or how far he is from the Zhongsha Region.

The daily uninterrupted flight is more difficult than the dark retreat and penance, and now it has finally come to an end, Qingyang suddenly shook his spirit, and urged the wind control to fly forward quickly.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and after seeing the black line in front of him, Qingyang urged the wind gourd, and flew forward for a whole hour, a distance of about four or five hundred miles, and then saw the edge of the island in front of him from a distance. As for how big the island is, anyway, with the current Qingyang's vision, it is impossible to see the edge, and you can only wait for the island to be on the island in the future.

After about a quarter of an hour, Qingyang finally flew over the island, seeing the long-lost land, Qingyang's complete steadfastness, and strongly suppressed his excitement, Qingyang jumped down from the wind control gourd, collected the flying spirit weapon, and slowly walked towards the island.

The ancient trees on the island are towering, and there are primeval jungles that are inaccessible everywhere, and they are full of vitality, during which low-level demon beasts are infested from time to time. Qingyang walked casually, breathing in the rich and abundant aura around him, and felt that the fatigue along the way seemed to have been reduced a lot.

Compared with the environment on the island and the Kyushu mainland, it is really not a little bit better, if the conditions are the same, Qingyang feels that the efficiency of cultivating here is at least two percent higher than that on the Kyushu mainland.

Don't underestimate these two percent, for Qi refining cultivators, the efficiency of these two percent can save more than ten years of time, and if there are more than ten years, maybe the bottleneck of foundation building will be broken. As for the high-level monks, the time saved is even more, and the qualitative is even higher.

Qingyang was walking in faith, and suddenly, he heard a roar of demon beasts in front of him, and it seemed to be mixed with the sound of monks fighting, could it be that there was someone in front of him?

Qingyang's heart froze, and he hurriedly retracted his breath and quietly walked forward. After walking about seventy or eighty zhang, he came to the back of a bush, and Qingyang finally saw the situation ahead through the gap exposed by the bush.

The battle was raging in the jungle in front of them, and on one side were three human cultivators, a woman and two men, the woman was about twenty years old, and she was a seventh-level Qi refining cultivator. Among the two men, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy only has a second-level cultivation of qi refining, which looks a little similar to the woman, and the other is more than forty, and the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining is very rugged, and should be a guard role.

At this time, the situation of the three of them was not very good, the woman's face was pale, she was drenched in sweat, her true qi and divine thoughts were seriously consumed, and the guard's situation was even worse, with countless wounds on her chest and back, and she was already at the end of the crossbow. Only the young man was in a slightly better condition, but his cultivation was too low, and not only could he not play a role in the battle, but he needed to be taken care of by the other two.

On the opposite side are three extremely rare monster beast blue-winged foxes, this kind of monster beast looks like a fox, but on their backs, there is a cyan meat wing on the left and right sides, although it is not as free as a bird monster, but it can support short-distance gliding. The blue-winged fox has a cunning personality, moves quickly, and can glide over short distances, which can be described as extremely difficult to deal with, and it is not desirable to encounter it.

The three blue-winged foxes are all third-order, and each of them is injured, and even on the ground next to it, there is a corpse of a third-order blue-winged fox, and it is extremely difficult for a monk in the late stage of qi refining to kill a third-order blue-winged fox, which shows what a tragic battle has been experienced here before.

However, the remaining three blue-winged foxes were not very seriously injured, and they had almost no impact on their strength, constantly attacking the three people opposite, but the three monks were all at the end of the mountain, if there was no accident, it would be a matter of time before they were defeated.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, the female cultivator was anxious and said, "Uncle Zhong, it's too late, let's find a way to drag these blue-winged foxes and let Linlin go." ”

"Miss, what should you do then?" The guard Uncle Zhong said.

The young man's eyes were red, and he said, "Sister, if I don't leave, it's all my fault, I didn't inquire about the news clearly, I hurt you, if we die together." ”

The nun said, "It's not your fault, I made the decision, it's just that I didn't think it through." Sister, I'm dead, I so-called, Linlin, you are the only male in the Duanmu family, you can't die. ”

When I heard that my brother had heard the top-secret news, it was said that there were two third-order blue-winged foxes nearby, and the nuns wanted to hunt the blue-winged foxes and wanted to go crazy, so they decided to hunt the blue-winged foxes desperately. Because he couldn't resist his younger brother and felt that it was not dangerous, he brought his younger brother over to experience it, and even made full preparations for it.

How do you know that people are not as good as heaven, the number of blue-winged foxes is twice as many as in the news, a full four, and they are all third-order, the previous preparations were suddenly stretched, although they also hunted one of them, but they were also forced to a dead end by the remaining three green-winged foxes.

Now the situation is critical, and if there is any further delay, all three of them may die here. The Duanmu family has always been sparsely populated, but in their generation, only the two sisters and brothers are left, if they both die here, the Duanmu family will be completely finished, so the younger brother must live.

"Sister, but you ......"

Seeing that the young man was still hesitating, the nun said sharply: "Don't you even listen to me?" If both of us die here, who will take care of the injured grandfather? Remember, bringing back the dead blue-winged fox is also my last filial piety for my grandfather. ”

Drunken Immortals

Drunken Immortals