Two dazzling rays of golden light pressed against the ground as they quickly walked through the rainforest, heading straight for the path of death. Chen He, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, walked against the wind under the guidance of Pu Langti, which was several times faster than the previous two-ball technique.

However, not far from the path of death, two golden rays of light came to an abrupt end, and the three of them stopped in an open meadow.

"There's a sinister aura here, be careful!" Prang reminded first.

Quint had a playful smile on his face, and calmly pulled out a cold light sword from his back, shaking the blade to stir up a golden ray, as if he was eager for the beginning of this hunting game.

Chen He was completely useless at this time, so he had to follow closely behind the two masters, wanting to make the best use of the rare opportunity to copy the master's combat experience.

It's just that the atmosphere in the grass has gradually become very solemn at this moment, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

Pralong was pulling out a long rod from his back, waving his parade vigilantly, slowly approaching the area where the sinister aura was strongest.

At this time, the two masters did not deliberately hide their breath, but the opponent did not take the opportunity to escape, and it seemed that this fierce battle was inevitable.

"Huh!"

But Pra Lang stopped suddenly, as if listening to something, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

Quint also seemed to have discovered something, and frowned unconsciously, and at the same time raised the cold light sword in his hand with his eyebrows raised.

Then a flash of white light swept away all the weeds in front of him like a sickle, and the hidden situation in it was suddenly revealed.

At this time, even Chen He, who was at the back, felt taken aback.

It turned out that hiding in the grass was a young warthog, which had not yet developed its iconic fangs.

Such a creature is obviously not the object of the possession of the shadows, and the two of them, Prang and Quint, have never encountered them before.

The juvenile warthog stood trembling in the middle of the grass, looking at the three people in front of him with curious eyes, and had no intention of attacking.

However, the vigilance in the eyes of the two masters did not relax in the slightest, and their hands clenched their weapons, nervously guarding in front of their chests.

Hum!

The young warthogs on the ground suddenly let out a few calls, as if they were frightened, but they had no power at all.

But at this moment, under the weeds on the ground, a giant beast with a blue face and fangs suddenly sprang out, and jumped up and went straight to the two masters.

Quint's arm shook, and the light of the cold light sword shot out, striking at the incoming mother warthog. Pralong also swung his long stick and pulled out an afterimage that slashed diagonally at the head of the giant warthog.

The two masters joined forces to completely cut off the warthog's path in an instant, and it seemed that the victory was only a millisecond.

However, the giant warthog became extremely frenzied, ignoring the full force of the two masters' attacks, and only shook its head violently, and the fangs in front of it threw out two bloody blades, accurately attacking the incoming sword stick.

Jingling!

After two crisp sounds, the Master's attack had been neutralized, and the giant warthog's form was still advancing.

Chen He couldn't help but sweat for Pu Lang, but saw him raise his left hand, wave a golden palm print, and press it towards the warthog's head.

The warthog let out a scream, and its entire massive body flew sideways, but the next moment it turned back and continued its mad attack towards Purang.

At this time, the warthog's body was shrouded in a faint blood mist, and its appearance became extremely terrifying, like a soul-eating beast in hell.

Prang and Quint were apparently taken aback by the Warthog's performance, but reacted quickly, activating their weapons to form a defensive line in front of them.

The Warthog's attack was thwarted again, and it jumped in place in a rage, while the surrounding blood mist became thicker.

"Bloody!" Quint said in surprise.

Chen He also saw that in front of the warthog, a terrifying and bloody shadow face appeared, obviously similar to the previous king of the evil spirit, it seems that this warthog is likely to be possessed by the evil spirit who has just escaped from the White Bone Palace.

And Purang, who was standing in front of him, seemed very worried about the warthog's mutation, and the long stick in his hand flew and attacked the opponent's head with all his might.

Roar!

The giant warthog suddenly fused with the blood shadow in front of him, twisted his body, and slammed his fangs at the incoming club.

While!

After a loud impact, Prang felt a strong force coming from the end of the stick, cracking the sleeve of his coat and continuing to rush towards the inside of his body.

He had no choice but to retreat quickly, and vigorously defuse the attack by retreating, but in this way, the defense in front of him was completely destroyed.

The warthog, which turned into a bloody warthog, easily took the cold light sword attack of Quint, and his body did not stagnate, rushing straight towards Chen He.

In the contest of disparity in strength, Chen He had no power to parry at all, so he could only watch the danger approaching, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.

Fortunately, although Pu Lang landed unsteadily, a condensed stick shadow was stirred, blocking the warthog's body.

Chen He, who was using his two-ball technique with all his might, was able to avoid the attack of the fangs of the bloody warthog, but was swept away by the agitated evil qi around it.

Well!

Chen He's body fell a few feet away, but it happened to temporarily leave him out of the warthog's attack range.

Prang and Quint have teamed up again to re-encircle the Bloody Warthog, and the two masters' powerful attacks have finally gained the upper hand.

Poof!

The cold light sword pierced into the warthog's body, and then Purang's long stick also hit it firmly, and the situation was completely controlled.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, the bloody warthog suddenly fell down under the hollow gaze, and at the same time, a shadow burst out of the body.

Prang was clearly prepared, and a golden magic seal was formed in his left hand, which was sealed the moment the shadow appeared.

The blood-shattering blood mist was all sealed and besieged, and then quickly shrank towards the middle, and finally the countless golden wheels turned smaller and smaller, grinding the blood mist into nothing.

"This warthog, possessed by the Shadowy Evil, is clearly more powerful than the previous one. Quint sighed as he stood beside the carcass of the giant warthog.

"Maybe it has something to do with the collapse of the bone mound. Chen He, who knew the reason, was inconvenient to explain all the previous things for some reason, so he had to say so vaguely.

Both Prang and Quint nodded, apparently aware of the changes that had taken place on the high hill of the White Bone Tomb.

"We're going to go back soon, it looks like we're in real trouble this time. Prang said in a deep voice, facing the direction of the neutral zone.

"But, what about this little warthog?" Chen He asked with some reluctance as he looked at the newborn warthog cub on the ground.

"You can take it with you as a spiritual pet. Prang said with a smile, clearly not taking it seriously.

Chen He couldn't help frowning, although the warthog cub was not possessed by the yin, he would not use the little warthog as a spiritual pet, but he did have the intention of taking it away.

Both Prang and Quint couldn't help but shake their heads, although Chen He was a genius and had performed well before, but after all, he was still just a teenager, and he was a bit of a drag when he started to do things.

Only Chen He had never thought so much in his heart, he took the warthog cub back, just because in its eyes, there was a different feeling of alternatives.