After the assassin turmoil, in order to strengthen vigilance, in addition to increasing the number and frequency of patrols of the escort team, Yang Ling also arranged several secret secret sentinels. At the same time, he ordered a secret beehive to be built on the largest conifer tree in the park and housed a team of horned bees. As a result, even if the intruding Assassin could avoid patrols and sentinels, it would be difficult to avoid the horned bee beast with a keen sense of smell.

Since the minions of the Anka family retreated back to the castle, the townspeople have finally had a good life, and the streets have gradually become more crowded. Whether on the street or in the tavern, people scolded and exposed the lack of virtue that the Anka family had done over the years, praising and praising the happy Yang Ling.

In the light of Yang Ling, the people in the house went out to do errands, and they were all courteous to them. There is no queue for meals, there are people who give way in crowded places, and sometimes, there are people who go to the tavern and have a treat, which spoils the thief Fenlist. If there is nothing to do, he will go out to boast about how generous Yang Ling is and how strong his strength is, which makes people squeeze their heads and want to do chores in Yang Ling's house.

Looking at the barbarians in Yangling Mansion, the forest elves who carried arrows like gods and the swordsmen with high fighting spirits, people smiled and felt safer than ever. I believe that as long as Yang Ling is here, the Anka family will no longer dare to do anything wrong. Only Yang Ling understood that this was just a temporary calm before the storm, and the slower Ymiya's revenge was, the better prepared he was.

The Anka family's castle was heavily guarded, and since it was impossible to enter it in a short period of time, Yang Ling had to seize the time to strengthen his strength. instructed Cassie to continue to recruit powerful swordsmen or mercenaries, and after arranging things properly, he went to the Trus Forest to cultivate alone.

Back in the Truss Forest, Yang Ling returned to the water like a fish. Here, there is fresh air, full of greenery, and of course, countless demonic beasts of all levels. If you're lucky, you can come across a thousand-year-old tree with a spiritual surname.

For some reason, the aura in the Truss Forest is particularly strong, and when he sits on the tree to cultivate every night, Yang Ling feels that the aura is overwhelming, and the magic power is progressing rapidly. In this way, he led the army of Warcraft to hunt during the day, practiced witchcraft at night, and unconsciously became farther and farther away from the edge of the forest.

On this day, after killing a few iron-backed lizards and condensing a few blood beads the size of a lychee, Yang Ling took advantage of the moonlight to jump to the tallest coniferous pine tree nearby and sit cross-legged. After swallowing the blood beads, silently recite the witchcraft, and slowly activate the magic power in the body.

With the operation of the magic power, Yang Ling subconsciously pinched up one by one Xuan Ao's handprints, and the speed became faster and faster. Slowly, the magical power operating in the body became more and more powerful, from a faint line of water to a meandering stream, and from thousands of winding streams to a rushing river.

At the same time, the aura between heaven and earth gathered more and more, and the surrounding branches were windless. From a distance, there seemed to be a thick fog around the big tree where Yang Ling was.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ling vaguely heard a roar and screams nearby. When I opened my eyes, I saw a group of fierce warriors and an angry unicorn appearing in the clearing in the nearby forest, and the two sides were fighting in a river of blood.

"Goss, frost, quick, freeze it!" a warrior in navy blue armor roared as a lazy donkey rolled as he narrowly dodged the unicorn's lightning charge.

After being slashed out of thin air by a purple lightning bolt that appeared out of thin air, the blackened magician opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, "Hanks, my magic power has been exhausted. Let's go, you guys go quickly, leave me alone!"

As soon as the unfortunate magician's voice fell, his head was trampled in half by the unicorn that rushed towards him like the wind, and blood and brains gushed out. Not to mention the nearby samurai, even Yang Ling, who was hiding in the trees, made his scalp tingle.

According to the memory of the horned bee beast, Yang Ling understood that the unicorn in front of him was terrifying. As an eighth-order high-level demonic beast, it is not only infinitely powerful, but also the light magic is so perfect that ordinary magicians can't catch up.

"Quick, formation, raise the magic shield, quick!"

With a roar from the heavily armored samurai, the terrified samurai quickly formed a tight circular defensive formation, tightly protecting the remaining pale mages. At the same time, as several magicians raised their right hands in unison, a circle of earthy yellow shields appeared in front of everyone.

Great magician, great swordsman?

Looking at the fighting spirit emanating from the swords of the warriors, and looking at the thick magic shield issued by the magician, Yang Ling's heart was shocked, and he almost screamed. There are twelve great swordsmen, five great magicians, not to mention hunting, and even slaughtering the city is enough, no wonder they dare to provoke the terrifying unicorns.

In a fit of rage, the unicorn sometimes collided at high speed, and sometimes emitted shocking purple lightning. Under its frantic attack, the shield in front of the samurai crumbled, and there was a series of 'squeak' sounds.

Looking at the unicorn pretending to be crazy, Hanks couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "Brothers, the time for a pillar of incense has come, it is estimated that Miss They have successfully returned to Weisen Town, and we have completed the task." The shield won't last long, and everyone will split up and run for their lives and meet up in Wisson Town!"

"Han, Hanks, you take your brothers with you!" an old man in a black robe slowly stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "People are useless when they are old, they can't run, and besides, my old bones should also go to see my wife." The shield is almost gone, you guys go now, quick, I'll break it!"

After shouting, the old man held the staff and whispered, and soon, a majestic magic power condensed around him.

After hearing the old man's mysterious spell, people's faces changed greatly, especially the other great magicians, who understood the meaning of the old man's move, and tears filled their eyes.

"Brothers, go, go, don't let down Master Gibson's kindness!" Looking at the old man who was already halfway through the incantation, the heavily armored warrior Hanks understood that the matter was irreparable, and bowed with tears in his eyes and ran away. Behind him, several magicians gritted their teeth to bless themselves and everyone with wind acceleration magic, and followed closely with tears under the protection of the samurai.

Seeing everyone rush out of the shield, the unicorn was restless. As a high-level demonic beast, it understood that the old man inside the shield was brewing a terrifying magic, and it didn't dare to act rashly, but it was unwilling to see the others running farther and farther, and they were not reconciled.

After a moment's hesitation, the unicorn roared and chased after the people in the distance at full speed. However, after just a few steps, the earthy yellow shield disappeared with a 'snap', and then an earth-shattering explosion occurred around the old man, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky and the moon.

"Gibson" looked back at the earth-shattering explosion, and Hanks led the crowd to kneel down with a 'snap', bursting into tears. After gritting his teeth, he led everyone to run away with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, the dust gradually cleared, and a crater-like depression appeared in the woodland. Yang Ling searched carefully for a long time and found no trace of the old man, and it is estimated that he has already lost his soul. But unexpectedly, I found a bloodstained unicorn under a big tree, with dull eyes and weak breath, and it is estimated that it is about to die.

Yang Ling cautiously looked at the seriously injured unicorn, and the unicorn barely opened his eyes to look at Yang Ling, and the two sides watched quietly. Slowly, two bloodshot tears flowed from the unicorn's eyes, I don't know if it was an illusion or something, Yang Ling seemed to see endless grief and sorrow in its eyes, with a trace of unwillingness.

Sad, sad, unwilling?

Looking at the unicorn that was on the verge of death and couldn't move, and then at its bean-sized teardrops, Yang Ling understood that this was a high-level demonic beast with wisdom. After a moment's hesitation, he bit the index finger of his right hand and gently pressed it against the door of his head.

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