Sun Fuling said with a smile, "Only if the gods are high above the Nine Heavens and there is no substantive conflict with human beings, it is possible to facilitate this matter." You see, since the emergence of a country in the world, the country has used the power of the yuan, and the demon immortals and human immortals are weakening day by day, and the mountain and wild monsters are no longer matched, and the Taoist monks even have to kowtow to the Son of Heaven and find a feudal lord to worship the prime minister. ”

He Lingchuan said: "In this case, why do some people still say that Yuan Li is taught by immortals? ”

"According to historical records, in the Middle Ages, demon beasts were rampant, poisoning the people, and people listed floods and demon beasts as two major disasters, and immortals or cultivators were mortal enemies with them." Sun Fuling explained, "The aura between heaven and earth is getting less and less, and cultivators want to take it from the demon beast, and vice versa. Some old scholars believe that Yuan Li was taught by immortals because for a long time, the sect and the state have become allies to deal with youkai together. For the sake of the common enemy, the sect deliberately made overtures to the human race. And the gods are too ethereal after all, invisible and unsearchable. ”

Therefore, the countries established by humans are all over the world, and most of the monsters are driven to the mountains and fields.

An outlier like the Northern Demon Kingdom is, after all, a minority.

"Divine ......" is a mysterious term, but He Lingchuan can hear it on many occasions, when Songyu even invited a god to come up, aiming to seize the Dafang pot, "Why do you want to help humans?" ”

Sun Fuling spread her hands: "How many people in the world understand such an ethereal thing?" I've heard countless legends, all of which are far-fetched. ”

She smiled and said, "You ask Commander Zhong about this question, or General Hong." ”

Yes, the distance between these two and the gods is closer than most.

He Lingchuan scratched his head and cut to the topic: "How do you want to use these ten days of vacation?" ”

"I want to go ......"

A scream suddenly came from the west, interrupting her following.

The voice is high-pitched, either a woman or a child.

The voice stopped abruptly, but He Lingchuan had already identified the direction, pointed to the Luan tree beside him and said to Sun Ling: "Stay under the tree and don't move!" ”

This luan tree is very large, although it loses its leaves in winter, but the trunk forms an angle with the low wall on the side, and the sun is slanting westward at this time, and it can't shine here, and people stand in it very hidden.

He ran on his own.

Climbing over three low walls and two mud houses, he saw a boy lying face down on the threshold.

He Lingchuan turned him over.

It was a boy of about six or seven years old, with round eyes and a frightened expression, and his cervical vertebra was broken.

He also had several bloody holes in his neck, like sharp claws.

The boy stared at He Lingchuan, his mouth moved, and he swallowed his last breath without saying a word.

People can't be resurrected after death, so it's important to catch the murderer first. He Lingchuan put down the child's corpse and observed the nearby traces.

He has been a patrol guard to catch demons several times, and he has accumulated a lot of experience, and then he saw a footprint on the ground next to the child corpse-

Human footprints, but not as long as a palm.

He jumped onto the wall and found two smears of blood on the tiles, the place where the opponent's forelimbs had been pressed, stained with the blood of the child.

Pursue!

He used the Yan Turning Technique to chase in the direction of the decision.

More than three months of hard work day and night showed its results, and he walked through the narrow streets and narrow houses, and his speed was almost undisturbed by debris, much better than a real swallow.

Immediately afterward, he saw a dark shadow flash on the east wall, as if he had jumped into someone's window.

Caught up!

He Lingchuan followed, silently landed on the roof tiles, holding his breath and waiting.

For a while, it didn't come out, and I don't know if it was waiting for He Lingchuan to go in.

Not to be fooled, he took a small medicine bottle and lit it and threw it through the window.

With a bang, the bottle shattered.

Soon, large clouds of yellow smoke came out of the doors and windows, accompanied by hoarse coughs.

Is the murderer really human?

This medicinal smoke is used by smoked monsters and beasts, such as weasels, foxes, crypt spiders, etc., but it is also easy to deal with humans.

Just a few breaths later, He Lingchuan saw a black shadow jump out of the window and run frantically.

The distance between the two sides is only two or three feet.

He had already prepared, and as soon as he raised his wrist, the concealed box was activated, and the sleeve arrow was shot.

Hit.

However, he aimed for the back of the heart, but the Hidden Arrow hit the opponent's leg.

Attacking objects moving at high speed, after all, is still a little bit off the mark.

The shadow staggered, let out an eerie growl, and continued to rush forward.

He Lingchuan secretly exclaimed pity.

The sleeve arrows he is equipped with are big road goods bought by the thin man, and the material and strength are so-so and passable. If he replaced the purple gold sleeve arrow that he specially customized from Li Fubo, the black shadow's thigh would definitely be pierced, and there was a rope behind the arrow, He Lingchuan could completely pull it back.

And here, the Hidden Arrow can only have a delayed effect.

The importance of equipment is often only apparent at critical moments.

He Lingchuan didn't dare to delay, jumped off the roof and chased after him.

At this time, the smoke had not cleared, his vision was not clear, and as soon as he landed, he felt a breeze behind him, and suddenly felt a chill.

There is an ambush!

He didn't have time to think about it, his knees bent and his legs weakened, he rolled to the ground on one side, and his right hand held the hilt of the knife at his waist, and he slashed forward!

Sure enough, there was a dark shadow lurking here behind him, holding back the smoke of the smoke, and wanted to give He Lingchuan a blow in the back.

This thing is actually a companion!

Thanks to He Lingchuan, he saw the opportunity early.

But even so, he still felt a burning pain in his back.

In the end, he was injured.

If he had avoided it for half a second, the thing would probably have poked a few big holes in his back.

Fortunately, his knife also slashed the opponent's chest, and it was like a defeat, and there was no refreshing feeling of cracking the flesh.

But the black shadow also screamed in pain, and the attack on He Lingchuan was like a storm.

With a few clangs, the two sides clashed weapons, striking sparks in the smoke.

He Lingchuan realized that this guy was more than a circle larger than the first black shadow he was chasing, but his movements were far less flexible than his movements, no wonder his first reaction after being attacked was to sneak back instead of fleeing.

And the black shadow roared with a few puffs of smoke, and the attack slowed down, if it weren't for his rough skin and thick flesh, he would have been cracked to death by He Lingchuan.

Its skin is thicker and tougher than that of a hundred-year-old vine, and the patrol's Hundred Battle Blades do little damage to it. As long as this thing protects his head and neck, He Lingchuan can't help it for a while.

With this layer of thick skin, it is almost invincible.

He could see that his opponent was skinny, like a skeleton covered in a coat of skin, but the skin was dark and had thin scales.

At first glance, it looks humanoid, with lower limbs longer than upper limbs, and can walk and attack upright, but its forelimbs are only three toes, its claws are like scissors and hooks, and it is surprisingly hard, and it can be hard to slash He Lingchuan's knife head-on.

What's even more terrifying is its face......

It had no face, only two sunken eye holes in its head, and green ghost fire dancing inside; The other hole, not knowing whether it was the nose or the mouth, sizzled like an insect.

Suddenly, it spat out a mouthful of thick green phlegm towards He Lingchuan.

The two were close to each other, and it had a very spitting and nailing style, how dare He Lingchuan let it squirt, and raised his knife to block it.

Then, he heard a soft snort and a strange smell from the blade.

If this rich sip splashes directly on his face, then ......

He's going to say goodbye to Yingjun in this dream, right?

At this moment, the shadow on the wall flickered, and the agile monster that had been chased by He Lingchuan before came back and joined the battlefield without saying a word.

One is ruthless, the other is fast, and two against one, how many chances can he win?

He Lingchuan is in danger.

If it weren't for the fact that he was born and died in Yuewutang these days, his heart and martial arts improved rapidly, he would have been disemboweled and disemboweled, and he would have gone offline ahead of schedule.

But he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

Do you want to get hurt and kill the agile monster first? He was thinking in his heart, but he heard a "bang", and someone poured a pot of boiling water from behind and poured it all on the strong monster.

The thing screamed, and its hands were out of order.

Its call is strange, like the neighing of insects and the crying of night cats.

How could He Lingchuan miss such a good opportunity, taking advantage of its instinctive efforts to turn back, and stabbed it on the neck.

He knew that this thing was hard-skinned, so he shot with all his strength and used his strength to eat.

At the same time, something black smashed into the monster's head, making a "bang" sound, just in time to slam it into the long knife.

The cyan liquid splashed, and He Lingchuan dodged it.

He cracked most of the monster's neck open, but the bone was not cut to the end, and there was still a small piece of it.

But his knife broke.

The blade of the knife was corroded before, and it was used by its master to slash it with force, and it was no longer overwhelmed.

The strong monster fell to the ground and twitched low. When its companion saw that something was wrong, he turned around and fled, faster than before!

He Lingchuan fired another sleeve arrow into its back, and could only watch it go away.

"Why are you here?" At this time, the smoke basically cleared, and he also saw clearly the people who helped him-

Sun Poria.

She was still clutching a large cauldron with a deep dent in the bottom.

Just now she poured boiling water on the monster, and hit it with a burst on the head, which happened to cooperate seamlessly with He Lingchuan, otherwise he might not be able to crack the monster's neck.

The monster on the ground couldn't stand up, but it was still stretching out its claws to catch people. Seeing that it was about to touch Sun Lingling's shoes, He Lingchuan pulled her back: "Didn't you let you wait under the tree?" ”

"It's so lively." She didn't seem to be so frightened, she just leaned down and observed, "What the hell is this?" "Most of my neck was cracked open and I didn't die.

He Lingchuan admitted: "I haven't seen it either. "Since joining the patrol, he and his team have killed at least forty or fifty youkai, and none of them have looked like this.

It's better to say that it looks like a monster than to say that it looks more like a demon.

However, ghosts are afraid of the true fire of the sun, and generally do not move during the day, let alone under the sun.

He could see clearly during the pursuit, and the sun shone on the monster without causing a little discomfort.

"Where's the hot water?"

Sun Fuling pointed to the house: "I took it from the stove, and it was just boiling." ”

"Someone living here?"

"Yes, dead on the ground." Sun Lingling turned her head and walked into the house.