ps: Look at the exclusive story behind "Pen Saint Book Fairy", listen to your more suggestions for the novel, pay attention to the starting point Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), and tell me quietly! Liu Wenzhong's divine sense perception is clear, and there is a large group of vicious monster beasts surging in the distance, no less than a hundred. Especially the three figures in the front, their cultivation is extraordinary and their momentum is amazing, and they are all transformational demons above the Qi Sea Period. Liu Wenzhong roared and frightened Feng Kill, whose strength was a big realm worse than his own, but it was difficult to have a chance when facing three opponents with comparable cultivation.

Thinking of this, Liu Wenzhong once again concentrated on releasing his divine sense, and searched carefully around, this time he didn't even let go of the underground, but Yang Xiu was like evaporating from the world, and he couldn't find any trace.

Seeing that the enemy in the distance was getting closer and closer, Liu Wenzhong looked at the unconscious Lin Shuangchen on the flying sword, sighed lightly and waved his sleeves, the fiery red light swept around his body, and the dazzling light flashed away, and the next moment it had appeared in the night sky a hundred zhang away, and disappeared into the sky in a few breaths.

A messy forest had fallen silent, and the previous tactics had carved out a large clearing here, and large areas of grass, shrubs, and even soil had been swept up by the hurricane.

After the half-pillar incense time, the forest, which had finally quieted down, became noisy again. Countless demon beasts were overwhelming, covering the starry sky above the clearing.

The first four of the herd were all human-looking, and at the foreground of them was a little old man with a figure like a child of seven or eight years old, with a bare face and no beard. A pair of small eyes are shining, and he is dressed very energetically, only a bun the size of a copper coin on the back of his head. Looks rather comical.

Several people of different shapes stood beside the old man with their heads bowed, their faces respectful, and the wind slaughter that was repelled by Liu Wenzhong was also among them. At this time, Feng Kill's beautiful face was swollen like a steamed bun, and half of the left eyebrow was missing, and blood stains could be faintly seen on the clothes.

Some of the monsters around are as tall as four feet, like a giant orangutan with iron armor and no hair, and some have wings but no legs or feet. The mosquito-like mouthparts are more than two feet long...... All of them have hideous faces, and the momentum emanating from their bodies is extremely strong. But these vicious monsters stood honestly behind the old man. They all held their breath and seemed to be in awe of the old man who was not amazing.

"Master of the door, do you want to continue chasing?" one of them whispered.

"No need,"

The old man shook his head. He said with his hands behind his back: "If I guessed correctly, it was Liu Wenzhong, the eldest disciple of Tianshu Pavilion, who injured Xiao Feng, and those fake monks in Fanjing Mountain must have an ambush in the north, so there is no need to turn against them now." ”

Several people bowed their heads and said yes, only a trace of unwillingness and resentment flashed in Feng Kill's eyes.

Liu Wenzhong shouted just now, the word "kill" contains the power of the truth, and such a long distance still hit the wind slaughter into serious injuries. At this time, the body covered by Wind Kill's clothes was covered with dark red scars, if it wasn't for the timely rescue of the door master, Wind Kill's body cultivation would have lost at least thirty percent.

The old man seemed to pacing leisurely over the forest. Each step is a distance of tens of zhang, and I carefully observe the previous battlefield.

"Huh?"

As if he saw something interesting, the old man slowly fell from the sky.

The trees in front of me all fell radially in all directions. The closer you get to the center, the more the trees are damaged, the middle half of the trunk has turned blackened, and the embers are still burning.

"Interesting, which sect was the disciple of the Great Gate Sect who shot here before, and the power of the Spirit Explosion Talisman is so strong?" the old man looked left and right. There was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Feng Lu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "It's Lin Shuangchen's disciple, and his cultivation is very low. It should have been rescued by the one surnamed Liu. ”

"Well, the injured one is a disciple of the Immortal Ink Sect, save him, he is still useful,"

The old man nodded and said, without a trace of emotion in his tone, "You punish yourself to face the wall in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for a month, and if you commit another crime in the future, you will not be forgiven." ”

After speaking, the old man flew directly into the air with one foot, and all the demons respectfully followed behind him and left together.

Hearing the three words of Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Feng Kill, who had always been unruly, seemed to have heard something terrible, his pupils shrank, and his body trembled slightly. Glancing back at the charred black clearing everywhere, Wind Slay turned and followed.

The woods calmed down again, and only the moonlight fell silently on the black grass, casting a misty halo over the blades of grass. After a while, the sound of insects began to sound intermittently, and the fireflies hiding in the grass also staggered.

It won't be long before the dense branches will once again obscure the clearing, burying everything that had happened in the boundless jungle.

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Fanjing Mountain, as always, is tall and majestic, guarding the northern end of Ningguo like a giant, and silently watching the quiet and peaceful land under its feet.

The large trees on the side of the courtyard wall are lush with foliage, the shade of the trees is like a cover, the sifted sunlight is scattered all over the ground, and the gray stone tables and chairs are as beautiful and dazzling as if they are inlaid with precious stones.

The tea smoke on the stone table curled, Lin Shuangchen sat quietly, occasionally looked up at the towering Fanjing Mountain, and the mountaintop hall in the mist occasionally exposed a half-corner of the eaves, full of fairy spirit.

Just now, the various sects that had come to participate in the Hajj Conference had gathered in the main hall again, and Lin Shuangchen did not participate under the pretext that he was injured. However, this time the topic has nothing to do with the Hajj Conference, but about the demon clan.

Long-held fears have finally come true, and the recession of the spirit tide has been violent and short-lived. As early as a few days ago, several Cave Heaven Blessed Lands in the wilderness had begun to show signs of recovery, and the aura that erupted was even stronger than the original.

In the wilderness, the demon clan was ready to move, and the attack on Lin Shuangchen and Yang Xiu this time was just a prelude to a large-scale battle, but the other party drove the demon beast directly into the hinterland of the human race, which still shocked the various sects, and the original vague speculation has turned into a severe test in front of them in an instant.

Knowing that Ouyang Jianqing had betrayed the human race, Liu Wenzhong immediately passed on the book to the old man Zhuji Flying Sword, but the news he got was that the Xianmo Sect had already gone to the mountains and disappeared.

Lin Shuangchen's eyes moved to the tea set in front of him, which Yang Xiu specially bought in the Fang Market to make tea for Lin Shuangchen, but without Yang Xiu doing it himself, Lin Shuangchen always felt that the taste of the tea was wrong.

After rescuing Lin Shuangchen and settling down earlier, Liu Wenzhong and several other Qi Sea Stage monks rushed back to the forest and searched for two days in a row, but they still didn't find any trace of Yang Xiu. However, fortunately in misfortune, according to the situation at the time, Yang Xiu should not have fallen into the hands of the demon beast.

Lin Shuangchen knew in his heart that even if he was not injured, it would be impossible to save Yang Xiu again, his strength was not enough, and Liu Wenzhong would never allow him to take risks again. It's just that when he thought that Yang Xiu was now in the wilderness and his life and death were uncertain, Lin Shuangchen's eyes became even colder.

Liu Wenzhong fell from the air, and when he saw Lin Shuangchen sitting in the courtyard without saying a word, he sighed secretly. The originally cold and silent temperament has now gone further, and he doesn't even care much about himself.

Stepping to the stone table, Liu Wenzhong said softly: "Frost Dust, we will leave tomorrow to rush back to Tianshu Pavilion." Now that the demon beasts everywhere in the wilderness are ready to move, I am afraid that the situation will not be stable for long. ”

Lin Shuangchen nodded lightly, his black and white eyes were still looking at the small courtyard wall a few steps away, and his stunned expression made Liu Wenzhong unbearable, and he comforted: "Don't worry too much, Yang Xiu, this kid has always had a big life, maybe there will be some adventures." Maybe the next time we see him, he has already cultivated and improved~"

Both of them understood that Liu Wenzhong was just a comforting word. There are countless demon beasts in the wilderness, and what is even more terrifying is that the barren mountains and mountains that those immortal cultivators have never set foot in are full of dangers, even Liu Wenzhong is not very sure that he will be able to escape with his whole body, and Yang Xiu's disappearance this time may be more auspicious.

"Well, he'll definitely be back. ”

As if thinking of something, a trace of warmth flashed in Lin Shuangchen's eyes, his ten fingers clenched, and he turned his head to look at Liu Wenzhong and said, "Senior brother, I plan to retreat after I go back." ”

Liu Wenzhong was slightly stunned, then nodded with a smile and said, "Well, your cultivation has been completed, and it's time for retreat." It won't be long before another Qi Sea Stage monk will appear in my Heavenly Book Pavilion~"

Lin Shuangchen didn't respond, just lowered his head and sipped the tea, carefully savoring the bitter and fragrant taste.

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The morning in the wilderness is full of hope and the smell of life, the sun rises in the east, the beasts leave their nests, and the chirping of birds is always the main theme in the forest.

Two "mountains" slowly advance through the trees, their tall bodies blocking the rising sun, leaving two broad shadows on the canopy. The heavy footsteps of the giant mountain spirit were amazing, and each time it landed, it caused a small earthquake, and at the same time reminded the fierce beasts peeping in the woods: stay away from me.

Each giant mountain spirit carries a small mountain peak on its back, and its torso and hands and feet are solid scale armor, and the giant mountain spirit with more than five heads gathers together, and it is the existence of the overlord level in the wilderness, but these powerful creatures have a bodhisattva heart, plus a round braincase full of simplicity, so they have become the object of many weak creatures.

Yang Xiu was woken up by the noise in his ears, and tried his best to open his eyes, but the scenery in his eyes was blurry, and the sound he heard also had echoes, like lying under the water to observe the situation on the shore, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

"Honestly stay still or I'll beat you to death with a stick!"

Yang Xiumo vaguely heard a boy's voice, speaking an awkward Terran language with teeth and claws in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but there was a sharp pain in his head, and he was forced to be hit with a stick, and fainted again, and vaguely heard someone reprimanding the little boy, saying that his hands were too heavy.

When Yang Xiu woke up again, it was already dusk, the aura in his body had recovered a little, and the sequelae of the shock caused by the explosion had also been reduced a lot, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was a hill a few feet away.

A group of several people gathered around the campfire to smoke their prey, several teenage children frolicked around the fire, and one boy brandished a long sword wrapped in strips of cloth and shouted the most merrily.

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