The sun was gradually setting, and the stone spirits who were lying on the roof enjoying the sun did not move.

"Grandpa said that the sun is the main yang, and the moon is the main yin. Yang can nourish the growth of all things, and yin can refine the essence and mellow qi. ”

Rika mimicked her grandfather's tone.

Hearing Pear Blossom mention Wuxin, Ji Wutong turned over and sat up, looking in the direction of the ditch, I don't know if the demon beasts have dealt with it.

Ji Wutong, who couldn't lie on the roof, jumped to the ground and walked around in front of this thatched house.

Compared to his heart, he didn't know how much worse it was than these stone spirits.

Unless he was cultivating in his state of mind, Ji Wutong definitely didn't have the patience to sit or lie down motionless like this.

The stars in the sky became brighter and brighter, and a whistle shocked the sky, which also woke up all the mountain spirits in this stone monkey ditch.

The mountain spirits who were still motionless on the roof just now got up and rushed to the mouth of the ditch.

"What does that mean?"

Ji Wutong looked at the mouth of the ditch. In a moment, only the sycamore and pear blossoms remained in this small village.

"Grandpa needs help."

Rika spoke slowly, looking worriedly at the location of Mizoguchi.

The light and shadow of the mountain spirits continued to go to the mouth of the ditch, and Ji Wutong had just grabbed the big bow, and bursts of dazzling white light and huge sounds erupted in the forest behind him.

Seeing this scene, Pear Blossom couldn't stay, so she had to go to the sky.

"You stay here, and you won't fight!"

Ji Wutong pulled the pear blossom and rushed to the ditch by himself.

Ji Wutong, who had just arrived at the mouth of the ditch, saw that the scene in front of him was not good, the maze had been broken by the demon beasts, and the mountain spirits could only fight head-on.

Ji Wutong, who was hiding in the shadows, could see clearly, maybe the mountain spirits were pure by nature, even if they fought head-on, they only drove the demon beasts away or knocked them away.

But the demon beasts are different, they will instantly kill the mountain spirits when they see the opportunity, tearing them apart and biting them.

A three-meter-tall tree man could clearly pierce the chest of a demon beast with a branch like a hand.

But after hesitation, the leafy branches only swept the monster aside.

At this time, Wuxin had already turned into a prototype, and there was a stone man more than two meters tall and a black bear fighting together.

This black bear should be a Jiudan Demon Beast, and the strength of the two is equal to each other.

"Why don't you kill the killer?"

Ji Wutong caught a tree spirit that was cut off by the waist in the air, and when he caught the tree spirit with both hands, Ji Wutong felt that his vitality was gradually disappearing.

"Blood... Getting blood will ruin our essence. ”

The dryad said just that, and then turned into a dry branch, and was silent again.

The battle continued, and the monsters were fine, but one by one, the mountain spirits changed into their original form and fell to the ground and turned into dead things.

The remaining mountain spirits have not given up resistance, but they are only resisting and protecting themselves.

Destroying the essence is equivalent to death. If you don't destroy the essence, you are equivalent to waiting for death.

This is the fate of the mountain spirits, being able to resist is already a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of years, and being able to protect themselves is their greatest ability.

Twigs, vines, gravel. The mountain elves had no weapons, only their bodies against the cold ones.

Ironically, many of those equipment were once the same kind of mountain spirits, but now they are long gone.

It was a battle that was gradually becoming crushing, and there were dense gaps and scratches on the stone of Wuxin.

"Where is this monster? Why are there so many? ”

Ji Wutong grabbed a wildflower essence, and her method was only to use pollen to temporarily telepathize with the sight of the psychedelic demon beast.

"Genting Mountain!"

The flower spirit rushed forward again, maybe she also knew that such resistance was useless, but she did not choose to run away.

This stone monkey ditch has been a paradise for mountain spirits for thousands of years, and who would give up protecting this place if they have lived carefree here for thousands of years.

"Could it be that your Yunding Mountain is going to destroy our Stone Monkey Ditch today?"

Wuxin blocked a group of demon beasts with his incomparably hard body, and turned his head and rushed towards the black bear spirit again.

"You mountain spirits are all shit! It might as well be used as a table, chair and bench! ”

The black bear pounded his chest and met it head-on.

Ji Wutong looked at the scene in front of him, and he seemed to be familiar with this scene.

It's as if in front of Wanlang City that night, people picked up branches to resist the invasion of demon beasts.

Everyone knew that such resistance and self-preservation were futile, but no one gave up hope of living.

Some mountain spirits have never even seen these demon beasts, they only know how to bask in the sun and nap every day.

They have done nothing, and yet they are going to be slaughtered like this. Could this be the fate of the mountain spirits?

To protect oneself is to be beaten, and to resist is to die.

One of Wuxin's arms was torn off by the black bear and thrown aside, and the demon beasts in the mountains and fields roared into the sky when they saw this scene, and the momentum was even greater.

The mountain spirits know that tonight's battle is a matter of survival, but they still keep their hearts and don't kill!

Ji Wutong has a bad heart, and he can't see these mountain spirits like living immortals, who are free and leisurely on weekdays, and can't kill when fighting.

Where did the pear blossom who originally stayed in the village stay, turned into a light and shadow, and hugged his grandfather with all his strength.

The stone figures, one large and one small, hurriedly retreated for dozens of meters.

Seeing the owner of the stone monkey ditch retreating, the demon beasts erupted into bursts of cheerful roars.

"Not sensible!"

Goshin pushed the pear blossom away and rushed forward again.

He also knew that tonight was in a catastrophe, but fighting is fighting in one breath, if he retreats, Shihougou will never see the slightest light in the future.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Rays of light flashed in the air one after another, and the demon beasts didn't expect that there was still an immortal hidden in the stone monkey ditch.

A swarthy arrow appeared last, as if it was sweeping, piercing the heads of one demon beast after another.

The mountain spirits were afraid, they had never killed a human or a demon beast, and the smell of blood made them tremble.

The demon beasts also panicked, these four arrows did not have any intention of entanglement, only took their lives.

Ji Wutong glanced at the golden arrow in the quiver, and even used the arrow that he fixed the root, but he didn't use it.

A group of demon beasts finally discovered Ji Wutong, who was constantly diving and changing positions, and chased after him like crazy.

"Quick! Protect that little fairy! ”

Wuxin turned his head and saw Ji Wutong who was killed by an arrow, and roared angrily at the mountain spirit clan who were stunned in place.

In the next moment, vines were connected, trees were intertwined, and strange stones were piled up.

The mountain spirits instantly surrounded Ji Wutong in the center, not only did not block Ji Wutong's sight, but also blocked the rushing demon beasts outside.

No need to dodge, no need to dodge. The demon beasts that flew one after another were live targets, and they fell outside the protective circle formed by the mountain spirits one after another.

"Brother..."

The pear blossom turned into a big stone, the closest to Ji Wutong, and she was Ji Wutong's last line of defense.

Watching Ji Wutong's big bow buzzing, she remembered the scene when she was looking for Ji Wutong's skirt in the afternoon.

It's a polite teenager who practices apologies, and a teenager who kills decisively and shoots to practice.

"It's not that ... Do you want to call you grandma? ”

Ji Wutong hurriedly squeezed out a smile to comfort the panicked pear blossom. The arrows in his hand were shot again and again.

The sudden change made the demon beasts suffer a big loss, and they didn't dare to rush towards Ji Wutong rashly for a while.

After carefully observing for a long time, the demon beasts attacked again.

This time, the demon beasts did not pounce from all directions, but saw a weak link, and only slammed into that place.

The vines broke off the branches, and the branches broke off the top of the stones. Ji Wutong's bowstring was sharpened.

Watching one mountain spirit after another fill the gap, Ji Wutong's killing intent became stronger and stronger.

However, there are too many demon beasts, and this layer of protection is getting smaller and smaller.

The situation on Ji Wutong's side is bad, and the situation on Wuxin's side is even worse.

A big hole was broken in the chest of Wuxin's stone-lined body, from the beginning of the chess opponent, to the later barely supported, and now to the black bear spirit pressed to the ground.

Wuxin didn't last long.

Ji Wutong was anxious, seeing that there were more and more mountain spirits falling on the gap, and the consequence of such a stalemate would be to break the circle.

Rather than being forced to fill in the bottomless hole, it is better to take the initiative.

"Scatter! Scatter! ”

The purple mist that suddenly erupted from the purple arrows made the demon beasts pause their attack, and under Ji Wutong's shouting, the mountain spirits scattered in all directions.

"Hide!"

Ji Wutong whispered to the pear blossom beside him.

It's just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, who has long burst into tears when she sees her relatives and friends dying one by one.

The body method taught by Chang Mingyan was used by Ji Wutong at this time, and he solved one demon beast after another as quickly as possible.

Although he also knew that if this continued, his immortal power would be depleted faster, but he had no other choice.

Wuxin broke another leg, and at this time he was dying on the ground.

The mountain spirits gradually lost their energy, and some of them degenerated into prototypes and remained motionless on the ground, although they were not dead, but they were just lambs to the slaughter.

The pear blossom turned into a large stone and slammed into the oncoming demon beast with a clumsy posture.

The weakness of the mountain spirit clan meant that Ji Wutong was facing more and more demon beasts.

Bu Gang and body techniques are useless, and the demon beasts are constantly closing the distance.

Shooting with thorns, this is a method that Ji Wutong only used when he was most embarrassed.

watched as the mountain spirits were uprooted without the power to fight back, cut off by the waist, and ground off by sharp knives.

Ji Wutong didn't think about stopping resisting, and he had many more wounds on his body.

A little silver light repelled the demon beast that rushed up, Ji Wutong rushed to Wuxin's side, and used all his strength to save Wuxin from the mouth of the black bear spirit, and only stopped when he was dozens of meters away.

"Run, little fairy! I, the Shihougou clan, will always remember your great kindness. ”

Satoru, who was dying, smiled, stiffening on the stone-made face.

Pear Blossom turned into a human form and lay on her grandfather's chest, the mountain spirit gradually lost her life, and Pear Blossom's sobbing sound was clear.

Ji Wutong glanced back at the black bear spirit, and at this time, the number of demon beasts was still in the thirties, and they all surrounded Ji Wutong.

"Just count on these demon pills to exchange money and give pear blossoms a new dress. What to run away from. ”

Ji Wutong smiled, looked at Lihua's even more tattered skirt, and turned around.

At this point, it was too late to escape, and there was only one battle.

Every time he encountered danger, Ji Wutong was never afraid.

Even in times of danger, he believed in his bow, in his arrows.

He believed more in the immortal roots and mood given by Old Man Jiang, and the heart of the red kite's experience in him.