The deep forest was full of dead leaves and thorns, and Boomer and Maku were barefoot, with large areas of bare skin, and they were not afraid of being scratched.

If Yan Yunting didn't use light skills, he might not be able to keep up with them, "Buma, I heard you say before that the night in the deep forest is deadly and a threat to you?" ”

Boomer nodded: "There is an old saying in our tribe, 'When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds', and the monsters, spirits, and ghosts like to forage at night. ”

Yan Yunting pursed his lips: "When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, this old saying, we seem to have it in the world." ”

"But you must not have cursed vampires on earth, right?" Marku lowered her voice, pretending to be mysterious, thinking she could scare someone.

"Marcu, why are you mentioning this for no reason?" Boomer frowned.

Listening to her tone, this "vampire" seems to have some kind of taboo.

Maku glanced at Yan Yunting and raised his voice again, "Didn't you say that the monk's skills are very high?" I just don't know if I can deal with vampire. ”

It turns out that elves can also be yin and yang.

Yan Yunting asked, "What about the vampire essence?" ”

"A group of cursed monsters, they only live in the dark, they live by sucking blood, even the most merciful ancestral trees have saved them, they are the most terrifying demons in this outer forest. ”

Yan Yunting narrowed his eyes: "Where are they?" ”

Maku raised his hand and pointed to the southwest: "It's not far, it's in the Valley of Sorrow a hundred miles away," he asked with a smirk, "What?" Do you want to try it? ”

"Maku!" Boomer smiled lightly and glanced at Yan Yunting, "Although he is not likable, he is also a guest no matter how you say it." ”

Maku asked Yan Yunting with a smile, "I heard that when you Terran guests come to the host's house, they all bring gifts, right?" If you can kill all the vampires in the Valley of Grief, the patriarch will thank you. ”

"Kill all the vampire spirits? That obviously can't be—"

"He's right, I should bring some greeting gifts," Yan Yunting looked at Maku: "Take the trouble to lead the way?"

Maku snorted lightly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a smug smile, and a fallen leaf flew out of the forest sea.

Yan Yunting is also not ambiguous, the wind is under his feet, and he keeps up with the air.

"You ......" Boomer bit her lip and sneered, and hurriedly chased after her, she overtook Yan Yunting and said tightly, "You can completely refuse." ”

Yan Yunting asked softly, "Why?" ”

Boomer whispered: "Because the vampire spirits are far more powerful than Maku said, there are at least a thousand spirits in the Valley of Sorrow, and if you bite from them, you will also be cursed by them and become a bloodthirsty demon." ”

Yan Yunting disagreed: "Mosquitoes also live by sucking blood, and bats also live by sucking blood, but I don't see what demons they have become." ”

"What if something happens and we form an alliance?"

"Then you pray that I don't have an accident."

Yan Yunting overtook Boomer and increased his flight speed.

Maku slowed down, "Boomer, have you forgotten that he humiliated you, this kind of person should make him suffer a little, otherwise he will really think that our Lin Hai is a place where he can come and go freely!"

Boomer sighed and chased after him.

100 miles away, only a few moments.

When the three of them arrived at the Sorrowful Unit, the evening breeze took away the last rays of afterglow, and night fell quietly. ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz

Lin Hai began to get agitated.

The strange wind in the valley was gusting, like a cry of sorrow.

The valley of sorrow is full of rocks, dead air mixed with fog miasma, diffuse and fluttering in the valley, dyed by moonlight, and covered with jade, putting aside the strange atmosphere, but there is a bit of desolate beauty.

Monsters born in this kind of place are often extremely vicious.

"Yan Yunting, while the sky is just dark, it's too late for you to regret it now." Boomer persuaded.

Yan Yunting didn't hear it, but looked at Maku: "How can I attract those monsters?" ”

"Vampire essences are naturally sensitive to blood, especially the blood of living people, which is especially delicious in their eyes. ”

"Do they have kings?" Yan Yunting asked again.

"Of course it is," said Macu, "but I've heard it's hiding in a cave in this valley. , waiting for the 'Red Blood Ancient Tree', generally does not come out to forage. You wouldn't want to run into it. ”

"What is the Red Blood Ancient Tree?" Yan Yunting continued to ask.

"One of the most evil ancient trees in the forest, it bears a bright red fruit with flesh as red as blood, and it is rumored that eight thousand years ago, an elf accidentally discovered it, and accidentally ate the red blood fruit, and became a vampire monster with fangs, a pale face, and afraid of the sun. ”

Yan Yunting added, "And then it also gained great power, right? ”

Maku sneered: "Yes, it has become unprecedentedly powerful, and even the ancestral tree thorns can't help it. ”

Yan Yunting pursed his lips: "It's so powerful, why is it willing to hide in this small valley?" ”

"Because it wants to protect the Ancient Tree of Red Blood from anyone else gaining this power," said Maku. ”

"It's all just a legend, no one can be sure if the Red Blood Ancient Tree and the Vampire Elf King exist," Boomer grumbled, "Marku, why are you exaggerating?"

"What makes the difference between exaggerating and not exaggerating? Yan Daxia was not frightened," Maku looked at Yan Yunting: "Is that right?" Yan Daxia? ”

"I'll tell you the truth, I've been bold since I was a child, so others have nicknamed me 'Yan Daring'." Yan Yunting smiled, "Wait for my good news." With that, he jumped into the valley and soon disappeared into the miasma.

Legends will not be groundless, and of course they can only be half-truths.

Yan Yunting is not a person who has nothing to do, when he hears words such as "curse" and "contagion", he unconsciously matches this vampire essence with the corpse poison.

When something is evil to a certain extent, then it must have a corresponding value.

If there really is a red-blooded ancient tree, it must be in his pocket!

"Click!"

As soon as Yan Yunting landed in the valley, he stepped on a skeleton, he leaned over to take a look, it should be a beast bone, judging from the degree of wind erosion, it has been dead for a long time.

The valley of sorrow is full of corpses, perennially influenced by the miasma, the white bones have turned light cyan, and the quiet phosphorus fire reflects the valley brightly.

"Yan Yunting, you're still there! But it's still there, it's still there, it's still there, it's still ......there," Boomer's cry echoed through the valley.

Now that the bow has been fired, how can there be an arrow back?

Yan Yunting didn't reply, secretly flowed the spitting technique, waved his sleeves, blew away a large area of mist miasma, took out the gall, slashed through the palm with a sword, condensed a few blood beads, and then shook the palm into a blood mist, drifting to the depths of the valley with the wind.

He strode deep into the valley.

……

Unconsciously, Yan Yunting had gone deep into the valley for four or five miles.

The miasma grew thicker and thicker, and only then did it blow away and gather again.

Yan Yunting was like an infernal wanderer, walking among the corpses, the blade of the sword was as cold as frost, "Dangdangdang......" He knocked on the rocks as he walked.

Even if it is a gentle sound, it can ripple in the valley.

The "cluck...... knock seemed to have an answer.

In the mist not far away, a beast bone trembled slightly.

Why pretend to be a ghost?

Yan Yunting slashed the bones in half with a sword aura.

The sound stopped abruptly, but little by little the ground beneath the bones bulged outward, as if something was about to break through the ground.

I think that the sound of Fang Cai was made by the bones of the earth arching.

Yan Yunting's sword frowned slightly, took another drop of blood, and sent it to the land—the moment the blood dropped, "Poof!" "A withered hand as pale as paper broke through the ground.

"Roar, roar, roar, ......" a dull roar.

"Do you need me to give you a hand?" Yan Yunting asked loudly.

"Poof!" A "figure" came out of the ground, and only then did it see a pair of red pupils, and it instantly pounced on Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting jumped in the air, reached out and grabbed it, intercepted the "figure" from the air, and grabbed its neck fiercely, it was skinny, its body was as cold as ice water, its fangs were half an inch long, and its bloodthirsty eyes were red, just like an elf, a pair of pointed ears were enough to prove that it was also an elf.

Although the vampire essence is thin and riblinear, it is very powerful, and without the use of force, it is really impossible to grasp it with one hand.

It bared its teeth and spat elven language.

The elf turned into a blood-sucking monster at will, but still retained a talent for speaking.

"Click!" Yan Yunting pinched it fiercely and broke its neck, but it didn't die because of this, tilting its head and croaking, looking so hideous.

"Oh?" Yan Yunting was a little surprised, even if it was a poisonous corpse, cutting off its spine could kill it.

This vampire essence really has research value.

Yan Yunting slashed its arm with a sword, bright red blood gushed out, and the severed arm quickly withered, turning into white bones in an instant.

The vampire roared loudly, as if feeling pain.

I remember that Elder Tang once said that if you can bleed, your heart is still beating, and if you can feel pain, your brain is not broken, and such "people" are often saved.

Macku also said that vampires are cursed spirits, and if the curse can be lifted, they may be able to regain their human form.

But Yan Yunting is not a doctor.

"Poof!" A sword pierces the heart.

The vampire atrophies rapidly until it turns into a skin bag of dry bones, completely lifeless.

And just as he was about to throw away the bones, his feet suddenly trembled, and before he could retreat, a pale withered hand broke through the earth and grabbed his ankle tightly!

Yan Yunting pulled hard, "Wow! "A vampire will be pulled out of the ground.

The vampire essence opened its mouth and bitten, Yan Yunting immediately slashed his withered hand with a sword, and took a few big steps back.

"Poof! Poof! Puff ...... "Vampire essences broke through the ground one after another, and in a moment there were more than thirty of them.

Yan Yunting swept a sword qi and slashed all the vampire essence, the vampire essence that failed to pierce the heart, the lower half of the body rotted and withered, and the upper body used its arms to replace its feet, supporting the ground and continuing to bite.

Yan Yunting shook his true qi several times in a row, blasting the half-remnant spirit monster into a blood mist.

The strange thing is that the blood falls to the ground, and it will be sucked up completely after a few moments...... Could it be that this soil also has bloodthirsty properties?

Yan Yunting picked up some dirt with the tip of his sword, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and sure enough, in addition to the earthy, there was also a trace of blood.

He squeezed out a few drops of blood from his palm and dripped them to the ground, and without incident, they were quickly absorbed by the soil.

There must be a cave under this valley!

Yan Yunting took a talisman and urged him to go down and find out!

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