Fang Yan hoped that the other party was Fang Tingting, although he also knew that this hope was very slim.

The other party is fast, but he is faster.

In order to guard against the danger that could arise at any time in this dense forest, his mind moved, and his body soared directly into the air, past the tall trees, and chased straight ahead.

In mid-air, although the target has become much larger, it is at least safer than in the dense forest. Just in case, he also held the scroll in his hand.

The big trees in this space were not very dense, and after chasing him in mid-air for a while, he saw a demon beast in the distance that was only the strength of the Soul Condensation Realm running quickly.

"Whew!"

A white light flashed in midair, and a transparent blade fell down like a meteor, and the target was the demon beast.

A sika deer!

I don't know if I noticed the attack from the dialect, the sika deer let out a somewhat startled sound from his mouth, and his feet were faster, his limbs jumped rapidly, and he jumped several feet away.

It's just that no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than the spirit weapon of the dialect.

In just two breaths, the transparent blade appeared behind it.

The voice in the mouth of the sika deer became more and more frightened, and the dialect was faintly worried when he heard it, and he didn't know if it would lead to any other demon beasts.

"Choke!"

There was a dull sound from the transparent blade, and then, its speed increased dramatically, drawing a beautiful circle in midair, and the next moment it appeared in front of the sika deer.

"Squeak!"

The sika deer stopped sharply on all fours, but because of its speed, even if it stopped, the huge inertia pushed its light body forward two or three feet away, and finally, it stopped half a foot away from the transparent blade.

The sika deer didn't dare to move, and its very humane eyes stared at the spiritual weapon in front of it, which made it palpitate.

Thinking about it, it also knew that if it made any more moves, this spiritual weapon would probably stab itself without hesitation.

The dialect stopped in the sky above, and did not fall in a hurry, looking around expressionlessly.

After a while, after making sure that no other demon beasts were attracted to the four places, he moved his mind and landed beside the sika deer.

The sika deer stood motionless, turning its head to look at him, looking a little nervous.

As soon as Fang Yan came into contact with its gaze, his eyes lit up suddenly, this was actually a spirit beast.

"Can you understand me?" Fang Yan asked tentatively.

He didn't know how long the ruins had existed, and he didn't know how long the spirit beast had lived in the ruins, and he wasn't sure if it could understand his own language if it had never been in contact with humans.

As he expected, the sika deer looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding what he meant.

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth were bitter, if the other party couldn't understand him, even if it was a spirit beast, it would be difficult for him to get any news from it.

Stretched out his hand to take the spirit weapon back, Fang Yan didn't say anything more, just stood quietly in place, staring at the sika deer.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later, when he thought the other party should have remembered his appearance, that he waved his hand and motioned for it to leave.

However, the sika deer obviously didn't understand what he meant, and still stood nervously in place, not daring to move.

Fang Yan shook his head with a smile, and turned to leave.

Behind him, the sika deer's eyes lit up slightly, and a very humane look flashed with surprise, and after staring at him for a while, it suddenly hissed.

The dialect paused and looked back at it.

The sika deer's forelimbs moved towards the dialect, and a strange sound came out of its mouth.

"What do you want to say?" Fang Yan's expression moved, and he wanted to walk towards it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his body moved, the sika deer quickly turned around and left as if frightened, without a moment's delay.

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, looking a little stunned.

What do you mean? What does the sika deer want to say?

Unfortunately, the sika deer has disappeared at this time, and this answer is obviously impossible to know.

Fang Yan stood in place in a daze, his face under the cloak looking a little bitter, and after a moment, he looked up at the gray sky for a moment, then shook his head and continued on his way.

"Buzz Buzz ......"

Half an hour later, a buzz suddenly rang in his ears.

Fang Yan frowned, stopped in place, and looked around cautiously.

"Buzz Buzz ......"

The buzz became more and more coming, and in just a moment, something black and oppressive appeared in front of his eyes in the distance. Looking at this, it seems that it is still flying towards him.

Fang Yan's face changed, and he opened the scroll without thinking about it, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in place.

As soon as his figure disappeared, the group of black oppressive things appeared in his place, and interestingly, they actually stopped in place, did not continue to move forward, and kept flying in mid-air, as if looking for traces of dialects.

In the picture scroll, Fang Yan stood on the hillside with a solemn face, looking at the black pressure around him.

It's a kind of flying ant whose name he can't name.

Judging from the aura coming from these flying ants, its strength is only one level of vitality. It's just that there are at least thousands of them in such a black and oppressive area, and even if it is the first layer of vitality, he doesn't dare to fight with them easily.

After all, no one knows if they have any of their own horror skills.

After staying where they were for a long time, the ants seemed to have given up their search for the dialect and flew back towards the way they came, and because of their proximity, the huge buzz was a little harsh to the ears.

The flying ants were not slow, and they quickly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Fang Yan was a little puzzled, judging by the movements of these flying ants, it seemed that they were really here for him.

How much courage and self-confidence should it take for a group of demon beasts who were only one level of strength to take the initiative to provoke a human who was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than them?

Fang Yan's expression became more and more solemn, and he had a hunch that if he really met these flying ants, he might not be able to take advantage of it.

After staying in the scroll for a moment, his mind moved, and his figure appeared outside the scroll.

"Buzz Buzz ......"

As soon as his figure moved, the buzzing sound in the distance rang out again.

His face changed, and he turned and fled without thinking about it.

However, it was too late.

Those flying ants seemed to have been prepared, and they actually poured in from all directions at the same time.

Fang Yan obviously sensed this as well, and the steps that had just taken two steps suddenly stopped, and he glanced around with an ugly face, and soon saw a black and oppressive scene.

Where did he dare to hesitate, his mind moved, and he rose into the air.