"How so, phew! Heaven is going to kill me! ”

A simply-dressed scholar ran desperately in the mountains and forests with his clothes on his hand, his pale face was covered with sweat, without a trace of blood, and his lips trembled while running, and he whispered in despair.

In the woods not far behind him, a huge pitch-black figure two people tall suddenly swelled in the violent shaking, turning into a huge wild boar like a small mountain, and the three silver rings that had been tightly imprisoned in his hands, feet, and waist shattered at the same time with a "bang" in the expansion of his body, turning into three small pieces of broken silver and falling into the dirt.

The boar demon in its original form let out a roar of rage, and its scarlet eyes stared straight at the direction of the scholar's escape, as if it had been rinsed from blood.

The huge boar immediately ignored it, buried its ivory fanged head, and rushed straight towards the scholar.

The grass and trees along the way were all spared, like wheat stalks in the wind, crumbling and lodging down, and the sound of ancient trees falling to the ground mixed with the "crackling" sound of tree trunks breaking resounded tightly in the woods, like the screams and wails of ancient trees.

The insects and beasts in the forest shook one after another, driven by instinct to stay away from this land of right and wrong, and the black or pale birds soared up with a "poof", swaying a vivid ink painting in mid-air.

Almost instantly, the black-haired boar, whose four hooves kicked the ground like an earth-shattering sound, pierced through the trees behind the scholar.

The two fangs, which looked like yellow and white spears, pierced from the corners of the boar's mouth, as if they were about to pierce the scholar's chest in the next second.

Hearing the loud sound of the rapid approach, the scholar's face, which had lost all his blood, turned even whiter, like a drowning ghost who had just been fished out after soaking in water for several years.

In a panic, he didn't dare to turn his head to look at the scene behind him, for fear that when he turned his head, he would see the big man covered in darkness approaching him.

In the next moment, the trees in front of the scholar were "running" towards the sky in unison, and a rapidly enlarged ground smashed straight into his face.

Ignoring the sharp pain on his face, the scholar hurriedly grabbed the soil in front of him with his hands, supported his body with difficulty, and tried his best to crawl forward.

But his legs were out of his grasp, like two frightened children, lost in a violent tremor that didn't know when it would end.

The scholar, who finally realized that he could no longer run on his legs, was stunned for a moment, and looked a little sluggishly at his bottom with eyes that were wide with fear as if they were about to burst out.

In a gasp that looked like his lungs were about to burst, he saw a rapidly enlarged pitch-black monster through the crevice beneath him.

The heartstrings that had been tightened into a silk thread by fear broke with a "collapse", and the tears in the scholar's eyes broke instantly, as if he had forgotten how to cry, and the space around him seemed to be instantly still, and he was like a doll carved out of wood, just frozen in place.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The fangs covered with tooth stains in his eyes quickly enlarged, and the scholar began to scream as if he was crazy, and a pair of dirt-stained hands knocked everything that could be knocked indiscriminately.

In the madness, the tears flowed, blurring the scholar's face.

How did he know that what was waiting for him outside the ravine was not an endless printed book, not a pen, ink, paper and inkstone that could be bought everywhere, not a meritorious career to serve his family and country, but a bloody death!

Thief God!

The long, thick fangs seemed to pierce his heart and lungs, piercing him in half.

The pupils in the big scarlet eyes, and the eyelashes like a curtain outside the big eyes, seemed to be clearly visible in the eyes of the scholar.

In the next moment, a silver light that pierced his eyes burst out from his eyes, making him unconsciously close his eyes tightly, and raised a calloused hand to block it.

In a hurry, the scholar who opened his eyes saw a scene that he could never forget in his life.

The huge pig's head with its long fangs spun and flew high, and its wide scarlet eyes were dim, as if something called "life" was invisibly flying away with the spin of the big head. At the neck of the huge boar, there was an extremely thin and slightly curved light mark that slashed from the woods to the left side of the boar's torso on his right.

There, a white-clothed figure dressed as a ranger stood with his back on his back, and the silver-white light trail bent in a small arc, and finally disappeared on his fingertips.

Then, the loud sound of the trees collapsing came from the nearby forest, and the scholar, who still hadn't come back to his senses, was startled, and subconsciously looked to his right, almost dropping his jaw.

Countless trees collapsed and cluttered across the forest floor, broken branches, luxuriant canopies, and coiled trunks, intertwined, but could not hide the neatly cut stumps.

It seemed that there was still a faint silver glow that became "empty" in that moment, and the woodland did not disperse, and the scholar who had experienced despair and shock for a while was a little overwhelmed and froze in place, staring blankly at the headless body that had lost its head and crashing to the ground, and a large stream of scarlet liquid gushed out from the broken part of the neck, forming a blood-colored puddle on the ground.

With a "bang", the huge boar's head smashed on the ground, and the scholar finally came back to his senses.

His Adam's apple throbbed up and down, and then he felt the tumbling of his stomach like a stormy wave, fear, blood, and shock, and in an instant, it surged from his stomach to his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Vomit~" The scholar who was prostrate on the ground with his elbows on the ground suddenly propped himself up, tilted his head and began to vomit violently.

The white-clothed ranger was naturally Xun Ming, who had brazenly used the sword before, because of the companion sword, he couldn't really hold the sword, so he only used the sword to refer to the sword before, and cast a "crescent moon".

After brazenly taking out the sword, I don't know if it was because he killed the Cave Heaven Boar Demon to vent some anger, or because of the large consumption of spiritual power in his body, he diverted his attention, and Xun Ming's state of mind had already returned to clarity.

After he had regained some spiritual power by running the exercises on the spot, he pressed the finger of his sword, and turned to look at the unlucky scholar who had been closed by the ghost gate for a while.

Without the blessing of the full moon, the "crescent moon" as a Taoist method is still difficult to support Xun Ming, who is now only a half-hanger, just a sword that refers to the sword, and most of the spiritual power in his body is consumed as if it was swallowed by a whale.

When he turned around, his face was replaced by a sword-eyed and high-fingered face.

It was the big garlic that the dog said.

Just glanced at the scholar who felt that he was about to vomit out his intestines, Xun Ming set his eyes on the wild boar's head that was cut off by his "sword" not far away, but after seeing the pair of eye-catching fangs, the corners of his mouth were deflated, and he despised the wild boar demon fiercely in his heart.

"Fight for some gas in the next life and be a sow demon."

Seeing that the pig demon was already too dead to die, the unlucky scholar didn't look like he would be relieved for a while, Xun Ming was ready to leave.

After all, there is still a long way to wait for him in the south, Pingshui meets, slashes the demon with a sword, and he is already benevolent and righteous to the scholar, as for the escort of the scholar to safety, it is not the "leisure and elegance" that a person from an immortal family should have.

Just as he turned around to leave, Xun Ming heard a voice with surprise:

"Eun Gong?!"

didn't turn around, and Xun Ming, who felt that something was wrong, began to look a little strange.

How does it feel...... This kid seems to be a little too affectionate......