The fight that is happening is a chase, and it's quite fast.

Following the induction of the disgusting ant, Jusan Lang followed the battlefield to the depths of the forest with Yamu, and slowly discovered the traces left by the battle.

Beside a mountain stream that was originally clear and now looks like a stain of blood, Shisanlang stopped.

"This is where the battle began. ”

"I see. ”

Yamu's gaze froze on the huge palm print on the ground, and his voice trembled a little.

"Grand Monk!"

The wreckage was all over the place, and the ancient trees that were hugged by a few people were destroyed, and the clouds of demonic energy emitted by the demon spirits after returning to the ruins floated in the air, which were slowly absorbed by the grass and trees. There were more than a dozen huge demon corpses around, and each corpse was entangled with several human warriors, and the situation was unbearable.

Thirteen Lang first walked around and carefully examined the scars left by various magical weapons and even weapons, looking extremely serious.

Chubby followed him around, croaking a few times from time to time, Thirteen Lang nodded, then turned around and walked to Xiangxia.

Yamu lost interest after looking at it, and found that Thirteen Lang was focused on what was in front of him, without the slightest hint of being in a hurry, and couldn't help but say, "Young Master, let's not chase after you?"

"Of course you have to chase. Thirteen Lang squatted down and looked through something, and replied casually.

Yamu pouted on the side, thinking that pretending to be mysterious is not like this, can't the divine thoughts be used?

Not daring to say what he really thought, Yamu said half-urging and half-worried: "There are many of them, they are fast, they are strong, they are ruthless, we want to chase, we have to hurry." ”

Thirteen Lang ignored him, surveyed the surroundings, and focused his energy on the bodies of those demon generals, with a thoughtful expression. Yamu lowered his head helplessly, and stared at the corpses like Thirteen Lang. As if to see them as flowers.

"This is a member of the swallowtail clan. ”

After waiting for a long time, Shisanlang finally spoke, pointed to the corpse of the soldier and said, "What do you think?"

The tooth wood was slightly flustered, and then carefully looked at the soldier whose limbs were broken and his head was slapped by the demon general, but he couldn't see the abnormality.

"The eyebrows of the swallowtail people are low-bowed and the tail is upturned, so they are named because they resemble a swallowtail. They like to use swords. Both monks and warriors liked to use this thin, soft sword. ”

Thirteen Lang pulled out the thin sword that was inserted into the demon general's skull and said, "It's a pity, if his sword is more lenient, he may not die." ”

Yamu opened his mouth, intending to express his opinion, but he didn't know what to say. He thought to himself, whether it was a swallowtail or a kaba or a demon general, they were all enemies in short, and it was best to kill each other. It is best to leave one or two old, weak, sick and disabled people who are missing arms and legs.

Thirteen Lang said: "You are a genuine demon cultivator, feel it carefully, is there any aura of demon cultivation casting here." ”

Yamu's only concern was this, and he had already made up his mind and replied, "There have been magic fluctuations, but it doesn't look like a spell casting attack, I don't understand what's going on." ”

Jusanro asked, "Do you understand, or do you not want to say?"

The tooth wood is fragmented. His expression was a little ashamed.

Thirteen Lang said calmly: "Demon cultivator is a captive. ”

Yamu was silent, thinking that you don't care anyway. Laugh at me as much as you can.

Thirteen Lang ignored what Yamu thought, and after thinking for a while, he said: "This is a chase battle after an ambush, the fleeing side has the Kaba clan and the swallowtail clan, most of the demon cultivators are their captives, and the pursuers are naturally demon hunters, and there is at least one great monk among them." There are more than seven ordinary demon hunters around him, ranging from early to mid-stage cultivation, and two are close to the mid-stage peak. ”

Yamu began to open his mouth again, looking at Thirteen Lang with stunned eyes, still unable to speak.

Thirteen Lang said again: "There are also great monks on the fleeing side. And more than one ......"

"Wait!"

Yamu really couldn't get used to it, and shouted angrily: "I can understand that there is a great monk, weishenme said more than one?"

Except for the palm print that is more than ten zhang in size, there is no trace of the Great Monk who can prove that the Great Monk made a move, of course, since the Great Monk who pursued the side attacked, and failed to take down the other party, it means that there must be a character equal to his strength among the people who escaped. Yamu thought of this, but he didn't understand why there must be more than one person in Shisanlang, let alone that there were more than two great monks on Weishenme's side, and they were beaten so miserably.

As if he hadn't heard, Shisanro continued to say, "Kaba and swallowtail mixed together...... Flee without splitting ...... He was accompanied by a monk...... No powerful monsters were alarmed...... Not bad...... Chubby, don't eat that!"

Yamu, who was angrily preparing to protest, was startled, and turned around to find that the toad was grinning innocently, and the corpse next to him was already headless, so he suddenly shivered, and swallowed the words back from his mouth.

Obediently giving up the idea of getting angry, the Holy Son of Mo Soul said: "Young Master, if you don't chase it again, I'm afraid you'll get lost." ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "From now on, even if I close my eyes, they won't want to go out of sight." ”

Hearing this, Yamu complained in his heart, thinking to himself, don't you know that I am talking the opposite? It's good to be lost!

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Confirming that he was chasing a group of demon hunters with a great cultivator in charge, the Demon Soul Saint Son was terrified, and his expression became more and more depressed and complaining. Yamu felt that Thirteen Lang was probably crazy, and in order to save the demon monk who was the opponent, he did not shy away from taking such a risk, but he didn't even have the status of a pet beast in this team, so he could only follow the pace of Thirteen Lang, while praying in his heart for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas, while cursing those who pursued and were pursued by the monks to fight quickly, and all of them would be dead.

Perhaps because of the potential stimulated under the pressure, or stimulated by the pretentious attitude of Thirteen Lang, Yaki gave full play to his imagination in the subsequent trip, deducing the battle scenes that had already happened and could occur in his mind again and again, and really found a lot of clues.

"Strange! Why don't there be monsters?"

Carefully maintaining the demonic aura on his body, Yamu looked around carefully and said, "It doesn't make sense!"

"Demon beasts have spirits, and with such a powerful team, it's not unusual for them to dare not come. Thirteen Lang replied lightly.

Yamu shook his head again and again, and said, "No, the demon beasts here are ferocious and savage, and once they smell blood, they will swarm to them, and they will not die at all." ”

Thirteen Lang said: "That is, they don't like the environment here, and there is something that makes demon beasts taboo." ”

Yamu shuddered, thinking of an even more terrifying possibility, and said in a trembling voice: "The territory of the eighth-level demon beast ......"

Thirteen Lang smiled and said: "In less than a thousand miles, you will encounter an eighth-level demon beast, and you should be a demon hunting forest is a nest for immortals to raise beasts." ”

Yamu was speechless, thinking that it did make some sense, but what about this weishenme?

"Don't guess, whatever the reason, just follow and you'll know. Thirteen Lang didn't stop and commanded lightly.

"Keep up with your braids!" Yamu hurried slowly, wailing silently in his heart.

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As Jusan Lang boasted, no matter how the monk in front of him changed his course, he could always find a trace in the dense jungle and hang far behind him.

Watching Thirteen Lang look for clues from all kinds of clues repeatedly, Yamu slowly learned a few hands, and his mood gradually freed himself from tension and fear, became calm, and even a little interested.

For the first time in his life, Yamu discovered that it was possible to track monks without spells, and it turned out that nature was the most loyal and objective audience, whether it was righteous or evil, whether it was heroic or cruel, it was always recorded in a cold way for those who were interested in it to ponder and study.

He began to try to deduce and restore the battle that had happened before, and as his ability improved, a tragic scene appeared in front of Yamu's eyes, and bursts of roars and wails sounded in his ears, and his divine powers were spreading, and the sky was discolored, and his heart was shaken.

He found these wonderful things to be complicated, but also very interesting, much more vivid than the boring and boring practices that he had to do. After going back and forth five times, Yamu actually felt a little nostalgic for this feeling, as if he had returned to his childhood that he had not been familiar with for a long time, and was full of curiosity about everything.

The more this happened, the more he was impressed by Thirteen Lang's performance, and in Yamu's feelings, Thirteen Lang seemed to be no longer a monk who could not distinguish between spirit and demon, but a part of this forest, cold and ruthless, rational and resolute, like a machine.

"People, people, people!" Yamu sighed in his heart from time to time, but he didn't know what he was feeling.

The tracking is orderly and not boring, and after discovering several traces of battle in a row, Yamu gradually understands the intention of Shisanlang, and on the premise of not ensuring safety, he will not rashly show up as a hero, and his heart is becoming more and more stable.

This discovery made him happy, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, Yamu couldn't help but wonder if it was not an ordinary demon cultivator who was arrested in front of him, but a student of the Taoist Academy or those two wanted women, if Shisanlang could be so calm.

Another remnant, the scene is particularly bloody and cruel, the two of them found for the first time that the body of a monk appeared, to be precise, a part of the monk.

The one who died was a demon hunter, and there were two monks of the Kaba clan, and judging from the fluctuations, all three of them were in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and they were the strongest among them.

The demon generals and warriors died more, and there were still no demon beasts coming to eat the corpses, and a few scattered demon spirits were casually eradicated by Fat Fat, and they all fell crystal nuclei.

The huge palm print appeared again, and unlike before, at this time, Yamu could clearly detect the other two terrifying auras, and logically speaking, they were the two great monks that Thirteen Lang had mentioned.

"Are they hurt?" asked Yamu.

Thirteen Lang replied: "I should have been injured a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't be so embarrassed, I guess they belong to the two clans of Kaba and Swallowtail, so they are not united enough." ”

"Almost. ”

There was a faint roar in the distance, and Yamu looked at the arm that was about to be eaten by the fat man, and said solemnly: "Chase here, the battle is almost over." ”

Shisanro shook his head calmly and said, "The battle has just begun. ”

"Weishenme?" asked Yamu, confused.

"Because of us. Thirteen Lang restrained his expression, and his firm gaze revealed a bit of coldness and a bit of arrogance.

"Prepare for the show. ”

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