Yan Qingqing was very remorseful, at least for now.

He ran wildly in the forest, cursing in his heart the donkey he had found half a day ago, eager to tear it to pieces.

The Demon Hunting Forest is not a flat avenue, the ground is full of thorns, and it is full of tengweed, flowers and trees that feed on flesh and blood; Yan Qingqing does not have the strong physique of a refiner, and he can't fly to maintain a high speed, he needs to open the shield and use the spirit rune to help.

Later, he simply took out his magic sword, and did not hesitate to use his mana to urge the sword several feet long to cut through all the obstacles in front of him.

There was a roar behind him, and the ground under his feet trembled faintly, as if a few monsters were running wildly underground, rushing towards Yan Qingqing's side.

Yan Qingqing changed direction several times, the damn donkey behind him followed the U-turn, and the group of damn eagles behind the damn donkey also followed the U-turn, in short, he was consistent with Yan Qingqing, and he seemed extremely resolute.

He tried to hide, tried to get into the ground, but the situation could not be improved, he tried to kill the donkey, but unfortunately the donkey seemed not afraid of death, so he turned around and rushed in the direction of the eagle group, and when Yan Qingqing turned around in panic, it bit again, as if to follow him to his house.

With thousands of means and thousands of magical powers, Yan Qingqing only had no idea of flying, he would rather be chased by a donkey like this than have the ambition to soar into the sky.

The coercion emanating from the black clouds in the sky almost suffocated him, and as long as he thought about it, Yan Qingqing felt that his legs were weak, and he didn't have the courage to look at it at all.

People chasing donkeys turned into donkeys chasing people, Yan Qingqing asked Cang Tian speechlessly, thinking in her heart what was the reason for that damn demonic beast to be so attractive...... Zhao Eagle likes it, but he refuses to let it go?

In a panic, Yan Qingqing didn't even notice that the group of eagles was not chasing the donkey. It was its owner, the spirit who was resolutely approaching him and avoiding getting too close.

In terms of cultivation, Yan Qingqing is much higher than Thirteen Lang; The distance ranges from 10,000 meters to 8,000, and 8,000 to 5,000, and 4,000. Three thousand......

"See how long you can endure. While running, Shisanlang thought silently in his heart.

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Half a day ago, Yan Qingqing found the traces of the big ash, and her spirit suddenly lifted.

Yan Qingqing's estimation of the difficulty of this "mountain patrol" mission is seriously insufficient, he has been cultivating for hundreds of years, he has suffered a lot and suffered a lot of sins, and he has been close to life and death several times, but he has never had this kind of experience. There is no way to imagine how painful and difficult it is to search for dozens of miles around without sleep.

Subjectively, he made some judgments, believing that with the depth of his cultivation and the support of sufficient pills, it would not be a problem to maintain it for a few months, or even longer.

When it really came to fruition, Yan Qingqing soon found out that doing such a thing in the Demon Hunting Forest was done. There is only one word to describe it: devastation!

Ten days of training-like patrols, always vigilant and precautionary without rest. The biggest consumption is not the divine thoughts, but the spirit!

Yan Mi's example is there, the demon spirit demon general is obviously not very reliable, and the slightest negligence may lead to death, and now he is alone, and there is no guard around him to rely on, everything is on his own.

The Demon Hunting Forest is not a good place. Here the mountain dogs fight, the robes dig holes there, the bushes fall to the east, and the rats give birth to their cubs in the west. Not to mention that he is in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, even the great monk can hardly support it.

On the fifth day, Yan Qingqing felt unbearable, she was tired and haggard from spirit to body, and she couldn't wait to fall on the bed and simply sleep to death.

Thinking about the possible enemies, Yan Qingqing knew that the other party was in a more difficult situation than his own, and there was no reason to support him for so long, so he put Yan Huihui's advice aside, deciding that they had either escaped into the depths, or had left the forest, or were simply dead.

At this moment, he and the other three monks only had one thought left in their hearts, waiting for the demon hunter to appear, and after he handed over his errand, he quickly found a quiet place to sleep, and then didn't care about the affairs here.

It was at this time that he discovered the aura of Great Ash.

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Yan Qingqing didn't rush to make a move, nor did he immediately summon reinforcements, after several temptations, he finally confirmed that this demonic beast was an ownerless thing, and he also paid the price of nearly a hundred demon spirits for this, and carefully made that demonic beast not too vigilant.

He saw the power of the big ash, and he couldn't contain his greed to refine it into a demon general, or it would be good to adopt it as a mount. He believed that his reconnaissance was careful enough, and there was no possibility that his judgment would be wrong, that it must be the beast pet of a certain demon cultivator who had died and become a wanderer lost in the other world.

Similar things were not uncommon in the past, Yan Qingqing sighed in her heart that God rewarded her hard work, and her hard work was not in vain, and she got substantial benefits.

He was still cautious enough to scatter the demon spirits and demon generals around, forming a large circle from afar, firmly locking the stupid demonic beast, and then preparing to close the net.

At this time, there was a strange movement in the direction of the Chaotic Demon Waterfall, and within half an hour, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami came, Yan Qingqing looked up in confusion, and almost became an idiot on the spot.

"Oh my God!" he cried out in horror.

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The forest must be mountainous, which means that the field of vision is restricted, and with the interference of the mind, the range of observation that ordinary monks can observe is limited. The moment he sensed the aura of the big ash, Shisanlang went into the jungle, and at the same time ordered the big gray to head in his direction, and when Yan Qingqing found out about the eagle group, he couldn't distinguish the target that the eagle group was chasing.

Yan Qingqing couldn't imagine that the group of eagles was attracted by people, he could only understand that this group of eagles who appeared for some reason somehow fell in love with the donkey that appeared here for some reason, and then bit their tails......

In a word, bad luck!

After several repetitions, Yan Qingqing gave up the idea of solving the big ash, and just wanted to get rid of it.

Having the heart to ask others for help, Yan Qingqing looked at the scale of the eagle group, and knew that this could only be a dream, to compete with this group of giant eagles head-on, the four of them were definitely not enough, forty.

At this time, he still didn't realize that what he was doing was not an accident, but a complete conspiracy.

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"Eang!"

"Damn it, this damn brute!"

Yan Qingqing cursed the frightened and howling donkey angrily, thinking that you would run for your life, what are you howling, for fear that the eagle group will not hear it.

The group of eagles is approaching. There seemed to be hundreds of bison running wildly behind him, the sound of the trees collapsing seemed to be in his ears, the whole mountain was shaking, and stones rolled down from his side from time to time, like Yan Qingqing's heart.

There is a cliff ahead, and the cliff wall is covered with ghost vines. The branches and leaves are connected with small pale blue flowers, and the fragrant smell is mixed in the faint clouds, which is quite a bit of peach beauty.

It was not a real cloud, but a number of unjust souls formed in an environment with sufficient demonic energy after the death of a large number of low-level creatures, and the number of ghost vines varied depending on the number and age of the ghost vines, and the number could reach tens of millions.

Yan Qingqing's eyes lit up after condensing slightly, and then she gritted her teeth and made a decision that she would never make on weekdays, and got in!

Oni vine is a very common plant in the Demon Hunting Forest. The branches are like whips and have countless barbs, and they like to feed on birds. They are not picky eaters, but because they need plenty of sunlight to grow, they are often hung high or in places where there is no canopy to cover them, making it difficult for animals to reach them, which naturally develops this unique taste.

Eating birds will be disgusted by birds, Yan Qingqing knows. Your chance has come.

As long as you get into the ghost vine, endure the pleasure of being entangled like a thousand hands for a while. There is no reason for the eagle group to still be entangled with him. At the speed of the eagle group, from the kilometer behind him to the rush over this cliff, it is only ten breaths at most, and in such a little time, even if the ghost vine has great ability, he can't help him.

Those unjust souls are not even demon spirits, the trouble is that there are too many of them, and Yan Qingqing can't kill them with supernatural powers. I had to endure it.

There will definitely be a price, but it will not die.

On the edge of the cliff, Yan Qingqing glanced back, and her eyes happened to touch a giant eagle sticking out of her head, and her heart trembled. Legs went limp.

The tyranny and madness contained in that eye were enough to make the most brutal demon beast ashamed, Yan Qingqing never thought that a mere bird could make itself chill with a single gaze, and even the courage to fight against it could not be born.

The most important thing is that there are hundreds of birds like this around......

"I can't live a broken life. ”

With a hint of humor in his heart, Yan Qingqing turned his head sadly and angrily, turning into a streamer and rushing towards the thick vines; in a trance, he seemed to hear countless screams and cheers, as if there were countless sharp claws ready to tear his flesh open, and countless mouths were open, waiting to drink his blood.

"Later, I will cut you to pieces and burn you to ashes!"

A trace of resentment flashed in her mind, and Yan Qingqing subconsciously leaned out behind her, wanting to see what happened to the stupid donkey.

This glance was the last thing Yan Qingqing should have seen in his life, and it was the one he felt the most frightened and desperate, remorseful and helpless.

"Eang!"

The stupid donkey stood on the edge of the cliff, grinning and giving a cuehou to the eagles, and then disappeared after giving him a lovely smile......

Its place was taken by a person, as if hidden in the belly of the donkey, and suddenly it popped up.

It was an indescribably embarrassed young monk, almost naked, covered in blood, with a few dead branches and a few fallen leaves.

Behind him, there was a pair of white wings, Yan Qingqing couldn't help but have a thought, thinking that he was an eighth-level golden eagle?

Embarrassed, the young man's face was very calm, faintly revealing a bit of sarcasm, and the two star-like pure eyes winked at Yan Qingqing, said a word, and made a movement.

"I killed Yan Mi. ”

With that, the young man threw a pile of black things at him.

"Demon Cultivator!"

Yan Qingqing screamed in her heart, she understood too much in her heart, thought too much, but didn't have time to think about it. His body was entangled by thousands of vines, and his heart was filled with boundless fear, and he couldn't tell what that pile of things was, and raising his hand was a sword.

The eagle roared in the air, and the claw shadow fell in response, Yan Qingqing stared at his eyes and wanted to see his sword hand, but he only saw a rain of blood.

"Ahh

A miserable howl sounded, and the light soared into the sky, dozens of feet away, the figure of Thirteen Lang emerged from the void, looking at the spirit talisman used for warning in the air, his eyes flashed fiercely.

"And three!"

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...... (To be continued.) )