Walking alone through the dense forests of the Kandar Mountains, He Boqiang finally understood why Surdak led the second team along the mountain range next to the river valley, and if the laws of jungle survival were not observed, this dense forest would make people suffer.

Now he regretted it a little, wading through a waist-deep barren meadow, he kept using the Roman sword to remove the wild grass in front of him, and the hand holding the Roman sword was a little numb.

He Boqiang licked his chapped lips, looked at the scorching sun overhead, and thought to himself that maybe he should find a shady place to rest before leaving.

The most abundant animals in the barren meadows were the fat, yellow-brown otter rabbits, which stretched out and were more than four feet long, and ran as fast as lightning in the grass, but they grew the same color as the yellow leaves of the meadows, and if they fled into the depths of the grass, they would not want to catch them again.

There is another animal in the barren meadows, and that is the poisonous snake.

If you're not careful, you'll get out of the grass and be scared.

This grass snake is not very venomous, there are almost no natural enemies in the meadow, it is very aggressive, in order to avoid being bitten by the poisonous snake ankle, He Boqiang used a Roman sword to push away the grass all the way, and then stepped in.

It's just that there is no way to go too fast.

It has been almost half a day since I entered this barren grassland.

He Boqiang muttered in his heart, maybe he could see the river valley where the second team walked over the mountain beam in front, he touched the kettle hanging on his waist, and shook it vigorously, the remaining water was only enough to drink two sips, and his throat was so thirsty that he was almost smoking, but He Boqiang still wanted to hold on a little longer, he was worried that if he drank the water in the pot at once, he would be in trouble if he encountered an emergency in the future.

After living in an indigenous village for nearly ten days and learning simple indigenous languages, He Boqiang also learned how to hold a sacrificial ceremony.

After bidding farewell to the Grand Wizard of Inoyatilla, He Boqiang left the indigenous village.

Originally, I planned to take a shortcut back to the mountains next to the river valley, but when I walked into this fork in the road, I realized that I had thought about the problem too simply, obviously it seemed that there were only a few mountain beams apart, but after He Boqiang climbed over one mountain after another, there were still endless mountains in sight.

After getting lost in the mountains, He Boqiang calmly identified the direction and felt that there was no big problem with the direction he was heading, so he continued to walk forward.

……

A demon rushed out from He Boqiang's outstretched hand, the evil ghost was more than three meters tall, holding a sharp spike with a blade of more than two meters in his hand, and his body was close to He Boqiang's back.

One hand reached forward to strangle He Boqiang's neck, and the spike on the other hand stabbed He Boqiang in the back of the heart.

He didn't leave any room, and when the spike was about to touch He Boqiang's back, He Boqiang turned around violently, and the Roman sword in his hand also stabbed at the demon at the same moment, and at the same time held a square shield in his other hand to resist the spike in the demon's hand.

He Boqiang underestimated the sharpness of the spikes in the demon's hand, and the spikes pierced the shield, penetrated He Boqiang's arm, and stabbed directly into He Boqiang's chest, and a trace of red blood flowed out along the sharp blade.

And the Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand also stabbed into the belly of the evil ghost, and the two stood in the barren meadow, entangled in the scorching sun.

The demon ignored the wound in his abdomen, and with a fierce smile on his hideous face, he stabbed the spikes into He Boqiang's body little by little.

He Boqiang felt that as blood gushed out of his body, his strength was rapidly disappearing.

The demon cracked its mouth and let out a terrifying grin, arching its body, and contracting its abdomen as far back as possible, so that the Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand withdrew little by little.

In front of the evil ghosts, He Boqiang was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, but it was the evil ghosts who took the initiative to sneak attack, which made He Boqiang fall into great passivity.

The spikes pierced into his body little by little, and the sharp pain seemed to tell He Boqiang that his life was passing quickly.

……

The activated nodes in He Boqiang's body lit up one after another, and a steady stream of power filled his body.

The evil ghost seemed to be stabbed in the eye by something, and finally couldn't help but reach out to block it, taking advantage of this opportunity, He Boqiang released his 'potential'.

A two-faced, four-armed demon god phantom appeared behind He Boqiang, staring angrily at the evil ghost in front of him.

At this moment, He Boqiang felt that all the strength that had disappeared was restored, and he swung the Roman sword and slashed at the demon's arm, the Roman sword wrapped in the pale golden light, as if it had been cut into a piece of cream, and the demon's arm quickly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire palm was cut off from the wrist.

The demon let out a roar of rage, trying to grab He Boqiang's throat with his hand and crush his throat.

But he didn't expect He Bo to kick out and take a few steps back from the evil ghost.

Without waiting for the demon to stand firm, he threw out the Roman sword in his hand and plunged straight into the demon's chest.

Even so, He Boqiang didn't dare to be careless, held his breath, pulled out the spikes that the evil ghost had inserted into the square shield, and walked over hobbly without giving the evil ghost any chance to fight back, and with the last bit of strength, he nailed the spikes into the head of the evil ghost, and cut off the head of the evil ghost with a Roman sword.

Seeing the purple-black viscous blood flowing all over the ground, his body twitched violently, and in the end, there was no more sound.

He Boqiang finally bandaged the wound hastily and lay down on the barren grass in collapse.

The blue sky and white clouds were constantly spinning, He Boqiang felt drowsy, he tried to get up from the ground, but unfortunately he tried several times without success.

The head of the evil ghost was in front of his eyes, He Boqiang looked at the blood hole on the evil ghost's forehead, and a demon core was faintly exposed in the blood hole.

……

I don't know how long it took, but when He Boqiang woke up, he found that the sky was already full of stars.

He struggled to get up from the grass and startled away a flower-tailed ferret that was crouching and gnawing at the evil spirits, dragging its big fluffy tail into the grass with a smoke, and it seemed that it had only come to steal food.

He Boqiang poured the last mouthful of water from the kettle into his throat and felt much better.

He examined the injuries on his arm, and it seemed to have recovered slightly, most of them had scabbed over, but his leather armor was stained with blood.

He Boqiang just sat on the ground and was stunned for a while, then he tried his best to pry open the demon's head and take out the walnut-sized magic core inside.

Just looking at the body of the evil ghost, He Boqiang sighed softly, if it was Surdak, he would definitely peel off the skin on the evil ghost's body, but unfortunately he didn't learn the good skill of peeling, so he could only discard the corpse of this evil ghost in the grass.

Thinking that one of his arms was temporarily scrapped, He Boqiang was worried that there would be evil ghosts chasing after him, so he didn't dare to stay here for too long, but dragged his tired body into the barren grass in front of him.