No matter how calm a person is, he tends to act irrationally when he is angry, and Confisman is no exception, and he slowly approaches the cave and decides to throw the uninteresting boy out, but when he enters the edge of the cave with his front feet, his brow furrows. There should have been only the sound of the cold wind howling in the snowy night, but he vaguely heard something else, Mo Shou was not a mission, his vigilance was much higher than ordinary people, after hearing those unusual sounds, he set his eyes on the depths of the snow, the moonlight was not so bright and bright, but a white line emerging between the night and the snow was particularly obvious, a white line was pressing towards them at a very fast speed.

Momori's eyesight was not very good, but his other senses were unusually sharp, such as hearing, and he heard some unusual sounds coming from the white line in the depths of the night, so he decisively drew a short sword from his waist.

"Beast Tide ......"

Two simple words, but the faces of those Nebula Sect disciples at the entrance of the cave turned pale suddenly, Du Maomao quickly got up, turned out a few medicine bottles from his backpack, and then sprinkled the medicine powder in the bottles at the entrance of the cave, and finally jumped into the cave, and the whole set of actions was completed in one go.

Mo Shou glanced at him, Du Maomao's face turned red, and he said: "These medicines can last for three hours at most, my sister said, the doctor's task is never to be trapped, as long as I can survive, you will definitely not die." ”

Du Maomao's medical skills are extremely famous in the entire Inner Sect, and if he says this, no one will ask him to fight again, but what about that Chu Ge? Why can't he hide, he is the little disciple of the Law Enforcement Elder, one of the Seven Swords in the future, can he still hide behind us?

"Cowardly as a mouse, his Douzhuan Star has been removed to hide, what else can he do?"

A martial arts disciple said with disdain, he didn't deliberately lower his voice, all the disciples present could hear it, and Chu Ge in the cave naturally could. This sentence was followed by a period of silence, this silence represented some kind of acquiescence, Du Maomao had seen Chu Ge's expression when facing the Sun sisters, so he naturally didn't think so, but when he wanted to say something, he looked back at the cave, and after a period of silence, he finally didn't say what came to his mouth.

Everyone knows very well what the beast tide means, it is the migration of the demon beast community, whether it is in the grassland, the deep mountains or the snow valley, this situation will happen from time to time, the group of demon beasts is generally not too strong, even if the strength is more powerful, it is at most comparable to the human quenching body about three layers. But the trouble is that they are extremely numerous, and they will attack indiscriminately no matter what they encounter during the migration, they have no intelligence, and the attack is completely instinctive, which is undoubtedly a nightmare for the Nebula Sect and his party.

The white line was getting closer and closer, and all the disciples even began to feel the vibration under their feet, and on the other hand, in the cave, Tang Yan'er was already lying on the blanket and asleep, Chu Ge was meditating with his eyes closed by the fire, his breathing was extremely clear and even, and the white mist wrapped around his body, and looking through the firelight, he could see that the surface of his body was covered with a thin layer of dirt. Chu Ge had been nearly a month away from completing the fifth layer of quenching, and when he set off, he also knew that he was not far from the sixth layer of quenching, but no one could have imagined that the stars in those flesh and blood were actually agitated at this time, and they were surging towards the Yuan vein, only when these star elements completely entered the Yuan vein, Chu Ge could be regarded as stepping into the sixth layer of the quenching body, but this process would take some time.

But the white thread had arrived in the dark night, and even Momori, who was not very eyesighted, finally saw their true colors, and those monsters were only the size of ordinary domestic cats, with snow-white bodies, long beards, and two sharp front teeth.

"Snow Rat...... Damn, trouble!"

One of the disciples shouted in a low voice, and the hand holding the long knife couldn't help but tighten a little, and the other disciples also had solemn expressions, obviously they were no strangers to this kind of demon beast.

Snow rats, hence the name, are rats that live in the snow, this kind of rat monster beast is very weak, even their rat king is probably only comparable to a cultivator of about three layers of human quenching at most, but the reproduction ability and vitality of snow rats are extremely strong, and their number is at least twice that of ordinary beasts.

Even among the disciples of the Martial Pavilion, the weakest cultivators also have the eighth layer of quenching body, but if they fall into the depths of the rat group, they are afraid that they will be gnawed to the ground in an instant.

"Hold the entrance of the cave, don't rush into the rats!"

The decision of the Mo Shou was extremely wise, although the snow rats would attack the living creatures that blocked them when they migrated, as long as they guarded the entrance of the cave and did not block the snow rats' migration path, the disciples would at most suffer some injuries in this beast tide. When they heard this, they naturally knew what they meant, and they kept moving closer to the entrance of the cave, clenching their swords and staring at the group of huge rats that were surging like a wave.

"Squeak"

"Squeak ......"

The rat cries were by no means pleasant, let alone the sounds of thousands of rats, which pierced people's eardrums, but it was not long before the rat tide finally came in when the ground shook more and more strongly.

Each snow rat jumped up with its sharp front paws and was cut off by someone, and the Nebula Sect disciples at the entrance of the cave kept repeating this action. The thick snow was dyed with blood after a while, but as Mo Shou expected, there were not many snow rats that really attacked them, and the dozen or so people with the lowest cultivation level were all quenched to the eighth layer, and if it continued like this, they would be injured at most when they survived this rat tide, not to mention that with Du Maomao here, they would not have to worry about this problem.

"It's just rats, and it's ridiculous that a disciple who is an elder of law enforcement is so frightened that he hides in a cave and doesn't dare to show up. ”

"Huh...... also boasted that he could sense the starlight of the Beiluo Division, which was simply an insult to the predecessors of Beiluo. ”

This beast tide ratio was not as dangerous as everyone imagined, whether it was the strange medicinal powder that Du Maomao sprinkled at the entrance of the cave, or the wise decision of Moshou, these disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Since there is spare time, it is understandable to satirize a few words about some timid people. Chu Ge killed the disciples of the Outer Sect Martial Arts, and insulted the entire Martial Hall in public, which was indirectly equivalent to a slap in the face of the Inner Sect Martial Pavilion, and these disciples were basically practicing in the Martial Hall before entering the Inner Sect, so it was normal for them not to wait to see Chu Ge, coupled with Chu Ge's timid behavior of cowering in the cave at this time, naturally attracted everyone's dissatisfaction, although Mo Shou didn't say anything, he also felt that Chu Ge's move was really detrimental to the wisdom of the law enforcement elders, and he didn't bother to control the harsh words spoken by the disciples of the Martial Pavilion.

"You'd better not get distracted, the devil knows if these big rats will go berserk, it's better to concentrate on the enemy if you have this leisure!"

The words of some Wuge disciples were too ugly, Du Maomao really couldn't listen to them in the cave, he didn't know much about Chu Ge, but the courage that the latter showed when facing Shi Lei or facing the Sun sisters was definitely not something that a timid person could have, at least not he, Du Maomao.

But who knows, it doesn't matter if Du Maomao doesn't say it, as soon as he speaks, there is an inexplicable flute sound in the valley, the flute sound is tactful, like the spring water flowing in the mountains, it is as clear and beautiful as the spring flowing in the mountains, if it is accompanied by a pot of weak tea at this time, it is beautiful. But after a while, everyone realized that the beautiful sound of the flute was like a requiem from the Nine Shadows. The sound of the flute gradually stopped, and a piercing scream came out of nowhere, and the whole group of rats was inexplicably stagnant, and the snow rats that had already rushed here turned around, and their eyes glowed faintly red, so the rats rushed towards the cave.

Du Maomao covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and the rest of the disciples were stunned and intuitively felt their scalps tingle.

Usually calm and indifferent, his expression suddenly became gloomy at this moment, and after a while, he squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

"Imperial Beast Sect!"