With the map in his hand and the tail of the nine-tailed demon fox on his body, Wang Cheng and his party were much faster.

From leaving the fox hole at two o'clock in the afternoon to leaving the misty forest at five o'clock in the afternoon, it took more than three hours and walked more than 30 miles.

In the middle, they passed by the territories of the four great demons, but they walked through the gaps between the territories of these great demons and their territories, and did not alarm them.

In front of me is no longer a forest covered in mist, but a meadow with lush water and grass.

The sun is just right.

I could vaguely see that the sky in the west was dyed orange-red, because there was a fog behind me blocking the view, and the vast sunset could not be seen.

It's going to be good weather again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's like a series of rainy weather, finally clear, and the haze in my heart is swept away.

Wang Cheng said to Xu Chao on the side: "Have you made all the markings?" ”

Xu Chao nodded and said, "My lord, where are we going next?" ”

Wang Cheng took out the map given by Bai Jiuniang at this time, focused his eyes on an area, and said, "Before dark, we have to rush to Pheasant Ridge and set up camp here!" ”

Between the Death Swamp and the Misty Forest, there are many mounds, and there are also many poisonous insects and monsters, and Pheasant Ridge is a relatively safe one.

After a short rest, everyone hurried to Pheasant Ridge.

Pheasant Ridge is inconspicuous among the many hills, only a few dozen meters high, overgrown with weeds, full of pheasant nests, from time to time you can see pheasants flapping their wings and flying away.

When Wang Cheng and the others arrived, the sky was already getting dark.

Yang Si stood at the foot of the pheasant ridge, watching the pheasants flying away by their arrival, and said regretfully: "Damn! These pheasants are better than rabbits! The master is also going to catch two to beat the tooth sacrifice! ”

Wang Cheng slapped him on the head and said, "Don't be careless! It's not just pheasants, there's a weasel that's lived for more than 500 years! ”

"Five hundred years of weasels? Isn't that the big demon? Yang Si reacted.

"Five hundred years old, how big does that have to be? Bigger than a cow, right? ”

Thinking of this, Yang Si shuddered, when he went to the tomb in the past, he was most afraid of encountering cats, weasels and foxes, because it would be nothing good to meet them.

He grabbed Wang Cheng's arm and said, "No! Damn! Master is most afraid of running into this thing at night, can we change places? ”

Wang Cheng said: "The hills around Pheasant Ridge are full of poisonous ants, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous insects, if you are not afraid of being eaten by them and turned into slag, you can go there and set up camp." ”

After Yang Si heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

Wang Cheng took his hand away, and the reason why he chose to camp here was naturally after careful consideration.

The most difficult thing to deal with in the wild is those poisonous insects, even if you use the most airtight tent, these things can get in, it is simply pervasive.

The poisonous ants, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous insects here are far more powerful than those on the earth, they are not only big, but some even have small demons who have lived for hundreds of years.

Because of the large number of pheasants living in Pheasant Ridge, there are fewer poisonous insects than other hills.

The only thing to worry about is that there are weasels here from time to time, and according to the information provided by Bai Zhe and his wife, there is a weasel that has cultivated into a big demon.

It's just a big demon, Wang Cheng has a way to deal with it, it's best if it doesn't show up, once it shows up, it's guaranteed to peel off its valuable fur.

A leeward place was selected in Pheasant Ridge, and Wang Cheng ordered everyone to set up camp.

A total of thirty-one people, a group of five, set up six camp tents, the finished font, each other horns.

In this way, Wang Cheng was left alone to keep vigil outside.

After eating some meatloaf and drinking some water, they went into the tent to rest.

There is not a single spark in the camp.

This is what Wang Cheng specially explained.

They have entered the core of the Valley of the Dead, and they will encounter more fierce monsters below, and ignition will easily expose them.

The night was dark.

From time to time, the mountain wind blows through the valleys between the hills, making a "whine" sound, which is really a ghost crying wolf.

Although Xu Chao and the others were martial artists, they still retained a strong sense of awe for ghosts and gods, and after hearing these voices, they all shrank in the tent and did not dare to come out.

Wang Cheng sat cross-legged in the middle of the camp, with a stone under his buttocks, his eyes blazing, and two flying swords as long as chopsticks suspended in front of him.

"Whoosh! Sou! ”

The next moment, two flying swords appeared ten meters away in unison, and flew back in an instant.

Sure enough, at the realm where his telekinesis broke through to the peak of the Imperial Object, his Imperial Sword became more proficient.

As soon as his mind moved, another flying sword appeared in front of him, "whoosh", three flying swords shot out at the same time, and after shooting ten meters away, they returned to the front at the same time.

Still no obstacles!

Wang Cheng sent out the fourth flying sword, which was a little jerky at first, but after repeating it a few times, he became proficient.

"There are still a lot of gaps compared to Yu Zhenbang!"

He remembered the battle against Yu Zhenbang that night, and Yu Zhenbang could not only sacrifice four flying swords at the same time, but also multitask, controlling two flying swords to attack from different directions at the same time.

According to the "Divine Imperial Scripture", the imperial object is divided into four stages, one is fast, the second is far, the third is fast and far, the fourth is fast, far, accurate, Yu Zhenbang should be in the fourth stage.

Wang Cheng realized that he had a long, long way to go, so he put away the other three flying swords and concentrated on the first stage - quick!

It is divided into three layers, entry, small and large. Aiming at something ten meters away, hitting the target three times in a row with one breath is the entry, hitting the target thirty times in a row with one breath is Xiaocheng, and hitting the target with 90 stabs in a row with one breath is Dacheng.

Now, he is already in Xiaocheng, and he has the mental power cultivation at the peak of the Imperial Realm, and he should soon be able to break through to Dacheng.

Wang Cheng urged his mental power and turned it into a thin and long tentacle with the Soul Devouring Bead, as if he was holding a sword in his hand, and kept stabbing at the target.

The speed of the flying sword is so fast that in the night, the human eye cannot catch it at all, and only through keen hearing can detect something flying past.

In fact, except for monks with telekinesis, even martial artists are difficult to perceive in this environment.

Before I knew it, it was late at night, and everyone who was still scared fell asleep.

The high-end hunter will definitely grasp the timing with precision, such as now.

Dozens of meters away from the camp tent, a ghostly light suddenly flashed, and a gust of wind rushed towards the camp tent.

"Whew!"

At the same time, a flying sword disappeared from in front of Wang Cheng, and a scream was heard immediately after.

"Bang!"

A heavy landing sound sounded, and Xu Chao and Yang Si, who had been sleeping relatively lightly, immediately ran out of the tent.

I saw an animal more than two meters long and more than one meter high standing more than ten meters away from the tent, like a cow.

But it was clearly not a cow, and its golden fur was smooth and silky, and its eyes shimmered like two white crystal beads.

The fur on the underside of its neck was dyed bright red, apparently from a flying sword hit.

Yang Si rubbed his eyes, was startled when he saw it clearly, and said, "Damn! What a weasel! Grow so big! ”

Wang Cheng was also a little strange that this weasel really dared to attack them.

In fact, there was another reason why he chose to set up camp here, and that was that he had a fox tail from Hu Zhe, which was the demon king's natal thing, and the aura emanating from it was enough to deter those big demons.

However, this was not the time for him to think too much, and with a movement of his mind, two flying swords shot out in unison.

The weasel suffered the loss just now, but this time he was prepared, reacted extremely quickly, and avoided it in a flash.

Wang Cheng suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way!" ”

As they shouted, the others disappeared into place, appearing above a tent.

In front of him, it was the weasel, and after dodging the flying sword, it was still able to attack.

This speed is not under Wang Cheng, who has mastered "Getaway", and he is worthy of a weasel known for his flexibility.

"Bang!"

Wang Cheng struck the weasel in the neck with a fierce tiger heart, but he was not the slightest happy, because the strength of the fist did not have time to explode, and his hand slipped.

The weasel's fur is too smooth, and the flesh is extremely tough, and there is nowhere to lean on.

"Boom!"

It was too late, it was fast, Wang Cheng didn't have time to dodge, and his chest was hit hard.

He flew upside down more than ten meters away, his chest ached, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath.

Wang Cheng was secretly afraid, fortunately he was wearing armor and inner armor in his clothes, otherwise this blow would have shattered his ribs.

The demon beast really has a unique advantage in terms of strength, even if he can't even compare with his strength of more than 10,000 catties.

The weasel rushed into the camp, its huge body did not affect its agility in the slightest, and turned its head to pounce on Xu Chao and the others.

Yang Si was directly paralyzed to the ground in fright.

Xu Chao was better, he was not completely frightened and overwhelmed, and raised his hand to make a "falling palm".

After practicing in Ninghou's Mansion for a few months, and there is a martial arts master to teach him on weekdays, there is no shortage of cultivation resources, Xu Chao has already passed the six classics of the twelve canons, and he is a genuine Dacheng martial artist.

True Qi is punched out through the acupuncture points in the palm, but hitting the weasel is like tickling.

The weasel was not affected in the slightest, and threw Xu Chao to the ground, opening his mouth and biting his head.

The head is as big as a bull's head, and its open mouth can easily bite a person's head to pieces.

Xu Chao's frightened soul was about to be lost, when had he ever encountered such danger?

At the last moment, Wang Cheng stabbed the weasel in the head with a black spear.

The weasel has already become a sperm, and if it eats the man under it, it will be stabbed with a spear itself.

So, it abandoned Xu Chao and jumped over, dodging the spear in Wang Cheng's hand.

Xu Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief, if Wang Cheng hadn't made a move just now, he would have already become the weasel's stomach food.

Wang Cheng missed a shot, and flew and stabbed at the weasel who pounced on the other camps.

"Boom!"

The weasel broke up the tent, with a guard in his mouth, and walked away without looking back.

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