Blue Sky and Clouds, Wild Forest Valley: Under the shadow of twilight, the place of the infamous dream away is as quiet and distant as a paradise, full of mystery, and with many unpredictables and illusions.

The canopy of heaven is like a huge cloak over the top of the head, people stand on the ridge, look at the barren and gray-brown that are connected with the sky in the distance, and then look at the verdant and lofty under the feet, and feel a little unreal, as if in a dream.

This canyon occupied by demon mosquitoes is like an oasis in the desert, lonely and without any support: as if God has a little mercy and mercy because this place is too desolate, he will drop a few drops of sweet rain to create this pure land.

A main peak is the trunk, several mountains and forests are the surface, the stream in the canyon starts from the mountain spring, all the way to Ding Dong happily gone, just like the blood of the human body, is the source of vitality here.

Simple, clean, and with a bit of ruggedness that has not yet dissipated, this is Burning Spirit Valley.

At the oath meeting seven days ago, in order to commemorate the souls of those who had passed away, Mai Shaofei named this canyon and valley that came from nowhere in the identity of the young master.

Burning Spirit Valley!

On the mountain beam, a song of Xiao Yin lingers in the air, like the twists and turns of the stream, but there is not much unique charm and grace of Xiao Sheng, but because of its hyperactive tone, it is a little more awe-inspiring and magnificent.

Big Ash was wandering the hillside boredly, looking down to nibble on a few mouthfuls of unknown wildflowers, and looking up at the young man who was blowing Xiao, quite envious. Chubby lay beside Shisanlang, and when he heard it, he croaked a few times, as if he was responding to the beat. Just as it was triumphant, it noticed that the stupid donkey was giving it a disdainful look, and glared back in embarrassment, a little angry.

"The shadow of the sunset falls on the depths of people, and the dark curtain covers the stars. ”

Thirteen Lang blew out a high-pitched syllable, and the knot in his chest dissipated, and he said, "In vain!"

"I said, young master, can you not be busy playing with elegance first, has that thing been tossed out, give me a quasi-letter?"

Mai Shaofei was dressed in white, with Shen Tu and a few other cores behind him, and walked up the ridge; there were no outsiders around, and the brilliance in his eyes was also restrained, revealing a few traces of exhaustion and worry.

His injuries were no longer in trouble, and his cultivation power was exhausted, and his momentum was even more calm and powerful than when he first entered the Land of Dreams. It seems that this battle has provoked him a lot, and after the fire, there are signs of breaking through again.

is about to step into a new realm, but Mai Shaofei can't make himself happy, the reason is very simple!

There were only three of the top ten war spirits that were originally relied on, and one of them was so seriously injured that he had to amputate his leg to save his life, and he had become disabled. Although other injuries have been treated, many of them have gone or become disabled because there is not enough elixir. The most important thing is that almost all of them have no weapons, whether they are monks or body practitioners, all they have left are full of blood and a pair of fists.

Cultivators can rely on flesh to kill themselves, and they can also use a stick and stone as a weapon, what should monks do? If they don't have magic weapons, they can only fight with supernatural powers; for low-level monks with limited mana, they will undoubtedly fall into an unsustainable predicament soon, just like before.

Today's Burning Spirit Army has no momentum but no strength: with only Mai Shaofei and Thirteen Lang, what can they do in this autumn hunt that is countless times harsher than before.

For this matter, Mai Shaofei tried his best and tried everything he could think of. He sent people to collect all the magic weapons available on the battlefield, not even those fragments: and selected a group of monks with experience in refining weapons from among the monks to process all the materials in a unified manner, and in the end they could only equip more than 300 people: there were nearly 2,000 monks left, and they could only be left defenseless. ...,

What made Mai Shaofei most angry was that Shisanlang strictly ordered him to find out all the demon mosquito corpses in an unquestionable tone: not to mention the huge project, not to mention what is the use? In fact, Mai Shaofei had a guess in his heart, and he also saw that those flying ants, toads, and evil donkeys could all use demon mosquitoes as food: he felt that although Shisanlang had worked hard and made great achievements, he couldn't blatantly damage the public and private interests like this, and take all the spoils of war for himself!

It wasn't until later that Shisanlang told him that he could process the mouthparts of the demon mosquito into a magic weapon that could be used quickly, that Mai Shaofei suddenly realized that he was immediately excited. The mouthparts of the demon mosquito are hard and sharp, and they are born with the miraculous effect of breaking the shield, if it is as Jusan Lang said, it will undoubtedly solve the urgent need, which is great news.

In fact, Mai Shaofei himself had the idea of fighting demon mosquitoes, but unfortunately after he practiced it, he quickly threw this idea aside, unwilling to think about it again. The body of the demon mosquito is not strong, except for those mosquito kings above the cyan color, most of them are useless, as for those mouthparts, they are not at all what ordinary monks can refine: of course Mai Shaofei himself can, the problem is that he is counted on alone, and he must equip the entire Ran army,...

It's very good and powerful, he doesn't have to do anything else, he should be a logistics minister. It is estimated that after a busy year, it should be almost enough.

If it can't be refined, the mouthparts can only be used as flying needles, and even if the monk urges the flying needles to the level of a demon mosquito, what can he do? It is equivalent to the combat power of a demon mosquito, and a few thousand people are equivalent to thousands of demon mosquitoes...... It's a fart!

Thirteen Lang didn't bother to listen to these questions at all, and he didn't explain a word.

Mai Shaofei was puzzled, worried, and expectant, and wanted to see what he could toss: but no matter what, Thirteen Lang's orders were arranged to the letter

Others are busy with work, but Thirteen Lang has the leisure to blow Xiao here, sighing what sunset twilight I am looking forward to being complacent; Mai Shaofei couldn't help but complain about how he looked at it.

He sat down beside Thirteen Lang, slapped the fat away, and said angrily with a helpless and aggrieved expression: "If you like to write poetry, you will go in the future, my brother will choose a good place for you, set up eight tables of wine banquets, find eighteen scribes, and then choose twenty-eight beauties to accompany you to toss this kind of place, can you put away that sour look and do something serious first." ”

Chubby turned his head on the ground, jumped up and was about to get angry, thinking about it and feeling uncertain, his eyes rolled, and he turned his ass and rushed out a stream of clear urine at him. Mai Shaofei hurriedly waved out a red light, evaporating the water arrow into steam: a strong smell of urine filled the air, allowing the mountain wind to blow and not disperse, showing a bit of tenacity.

"Little brute!"

Mai Shaofei almost vomited on the spot, and it was not good to compare with it, so he snorted angrily and covered his nose and scolded angrily: "Wicked people raise evil slaves, and the family is a bad seed!"

"Quack!"

Chubby jumped on the shoulder of Thirteen Lang and shouted at Mai Shaofei proudly: The donkey raised his head in surprise, his eyes were full of admiration and longing, as if he wanted to try it.

Several people behind him stood stunned, their expressions seemed to be smiling rather than laughing, crying or crying, looking at each other blankly.

"Twittery, you are no match for me. Thirteen Lang motioned to Chubby not to mess around, and said casually. He thought to himself that others could get mixed up as long as they stole a few poems, but he had to run around all the time to survive, and it was really unfair for the old man to be in heaven.

Mai Shaofei was furious, and had the heart to argue with him for a few words, but his heart was so chaotic that he couldn't think of words: and he knew that his qi cultivation kung fu was better than his own, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to get a bargain: he stayed there for a while, and he didn't know what to do. ...,

Thirteen Lang withdrew his gaze from Chubby and said lightly, "The demon mosquito has been found?"

He was referring to the swarms of mosquitoes that had escaped, and not cleaning them up was always a concern for everyone.

"Found it, scattered hundreds of miles around several hills. Mai Shaofei replied weakly.

Jusanro continued to ask, "How about the enchantment?"

"It's loose, but it's okay it's not broken. ”

When it came to business, Mai Shaofei couldn't talk to him, and said solemnly: "There are all kinds of signs that there has indeed been a drastic change in the land of dreams: at present, the distance we can explore is limited, and we can't find out what is going on. In addition, there is one more thing, the four major mosquito swarms, one of them is clean, I don't know ......"

Because of the presence of his subordinates, what he said was not too clear, but what he said was not understood by Thirteen Langyan.

The so-called spear must have a shield, and the land of dreams is unique, of course, there are not only demon mosquitoes, but also many powerful monsters: some of them are born to restrain demon mosquitoes, and even feed on them. However, it also depends on the number of strengths, such as the scale of the demon mosquitoes in the canyon before, except for the larger group of the same kind, they are almost invincible.

Thirteen Lang knew what Mai Shaofei meant, nodded and said calmly: "Most of them went to the other four clans, so don't think about it for the time being." ”

Mai Shaofei was silent, if Gou Xing really entered the land of dreams, it would be equivalent to hanging a noose above his head, and he could put someone on the ground at any time, how could he say that he didn't want to. But now is not the time to think about this, only to take one step at a time, and slowly try to figure it out.

Seeing that Mai Shaofei was immersed in thought, Thirteen Lang didn't bother him, turned to Shentu Zubin and asked, "These few rì, Tu Lao has worked hard." ”

Shen Tu hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully: "The young master said that he was laughing, just looking for something, it is not hard." ”

Since the battle in the canyon, Thirteen Lang revealed his true cultivation, and many tribes knew that he was actually a knot master. On the one hand, he was grateful, and on the other hand, he was shocked by it, and they all changed their mouths to call Thirteen Lang their predecessors, and then because they didn't like him, they gradually changed their words to the young master to show respect.

It can be said that in today's Burning Spirit Legion, Thirteen Lang is above 10,000 people under one person, and sometimes what he says is even more effective than Mai Shaofei, and he is in the limelight for a while.

Shisanro motioned for him not to be polite, and asked in a gentle voice, "How many have you collected in total?"

The busyness of the week is unknown, but now that it is finally time to make a difference, Shen Tu hurriedly replied: "The corpses of the demon mosquitoes have been collected, and they are full of five storage bags: according to the young master's orders, their mouthparts have been removed, there are four hundred and thirty-seven mouthparts of the king of green mosquitoes, and more than five thousand mouthparts of the king of gray mosquitoes, as for the ordinary demon mosquitoes, there are countless at all, I am afraid that there are as many as one million." ”

Speaking of this, Shen Tu's face was slightly colorful. He thought to himself that these things were piled up like a mountain, and even if you wanted to build a house out of them, I would probably have more than enough.

He was immediately dumbfounded, and Thirteen Lang shook his head lightly when he heard this, sighed and said, "It's still too little, too little!"

Mai Shaofei woke up at this time, and when he heard Shisanlang say this, the expression on his face was really wonderful. Thousands of people were busy working, almost digging the valley three feet into the ground, and he actually said that there were too few, is there still a reason for this?

Without waiting for him to ask anything, Thirteen Lang took out something like a broken spear from his arms and beckoned to Shentu Zubin.

"Please Tu Lao try this and see if it fits. ”

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