However, the mane thorns who pursued him did not intend to let him go, and followed him in hot pursuit.

In order to survive, the man in white simply fled with all his might. In the air, there was a frequent sound of breaking the sky, and the fast speed completely exploded Liu Xiang's two streets.

"Damn brute!" The man in white was also annoyed as he chased down, and a sinister plan for the dead man to lose his life appeared in his mind, and a rather handsome face leaked an evil smile.

The man in white, who was frantically fleeing forward, suddenly turned around and flew towards Yang Qianren and the two who were hiding behind the boulder.

"Oh no, he's flying over!" Yu Fan's frightened face pale.

Yang Qianming frowned, grabbed Yu Fan's shoulder with great reluctance, and flew to the other side with him with the strength that had just recovered.

After taking off into the air, Yang Qianming felt that his strength was weaker than ever. Even flying in the air felt a lot heavier, Yang Qianming dragged Yu Fan, who couldn't even fly, and shuttled through the many branches.

Immediately behind him was the man in white who wanted to kill Yang Qianming, seeing Yang Qianming's swaying figure, the man in white smiled and said: "Don't struggle, it's your honor to die for me Xuanyuan Nanluo!"

After that, the big knife flew out of the hands of the man in white again, chasing Yang Qianming and slashing behind him.

The big knife with golden light hit Yang Qianming, who had no strength to dodge at all, and the sharp tip of the knife split Yang Qianming's vertebrae in two, and then pierced through the front chest fiercely.

The man in white sped up, holding the big knife in his hand with one hand, and then a wave of wisdom erupted into his palm.

The cyan beam of light enveloped Yang Qianming and Yu Fan, who had already fallen downward, causing the two who fell into it to immediately suspend in the control, blocking all the countless mane iron thorns that were chasing them.

Seeing that the plan succeeded, Xuanyuan Nanluo said predictively: "You already have my breath on you, I believe that the crazy lion and tiger beast will get along with you for a while!"

With that, Xuanyuan Nangong quickly swept towards the other side, apparently waiting for the lion and tiger beast to chase after him, he went to the rock wall of the blue lingzhi and picked it.

"Despicable!" Yang Qianming looked at Xuanyuan Nanluo, who gradually moved away with hatred in his eyes, and finally disappeared in front of him, and scolded in a deep voice.

Today's Yang Qianming was not only seriously injured, but also under the power of Xuanyuan Nanluo, it was difficult to dodge the countless mane iron thorns that were about to attack.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't come up with a good solution, but he was scolded by others, which made Yang Qianming very indignant.

The bone technique released by the Saint-level eighth-order war beast was something that Yang Qianming, who had lost his strength, could not fight against.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Countless mane iron spikes finally collided with the thin layer of wisdom beam, which dispersed in response, and then Yang Qianming and Yu Fan fell into the rain of iron thorns.

Looking at Yang Qianming and the two of them wrapped in countless mane iron thorns from a distance, Xuanyuan Nanluo, who was already standing next to Lan Lingzhi, leaked a smug smile: "In this world, without wisdom, it is equivalent to not being able to survive. ”

Not only did Xuanyuan Nangong get excited, as long as he brought this blue lingzhi back to the elders, then he could get a Great Leap Pill and a million-year-old beast ring.

Xuanyuan Nanluo couldn't imagine how much his strength had increased after getting these things, and what was his father's hatred when he waited for that time?

Xuanyuan Nanluo, who regards the Yin people as wisdom, has not been happy today for a long time, although it is based on the pain of others, but he doesn't care.

"If you can achieve your goal, even if the entire continent is destroyed, what does it have to do with me?" Xuanyuan Nanluo dagger was on the ground, and his free hand slowly approached the blue lingzhi that emitted a strange fragrance.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Qianming didn't feel any pain, not only did he open his eyes in confusion, but he found that those deadly iron thorns were gone.

And he and Yu Fan also fell on the grass together, and Yang Qianming pushed Yu Fan. He still didn't react for a long time, and Yang Qianming, who saw this, had to hit his faint point, and then put him into the Evil Yuan Ding.

Although he is not familiar with this person, his life is a matter of heaven and Yang Qianming can't care about his life or death.

No one can tell him the secret of the evil fate ding, and Yang Qianming can only let him in with confidence if he clicks on his faint hole.

After doing these things, Yang Qianming looked in the direction of Lan Lingzhi suspiciously, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he was shocked at first glance.

I saw that the liger beast who didn't know when it passed actually bit Xuanyuan Nangong in its mouth, and then swallowed it alive.

It stands to reason that the Lion Tiger Beast should have attacked itself, but why did it swallow Xuanyuan Nanluo into its belly, this is something that Yang Qianming can't figure out.

And at the critical moment, why did the liger give up the attack on himself and Yu Fan. Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and Yang Qianming secretly said whether this would have anything to do with those war beasts that met him before and then avoided him.

There were many thoughts, and in the end, Yang Qianming had to attribute this qiē to the mark on his body.

I remember that on the night of the inn, after the man in the cloak led him out, he left a mark on his chest. No matter how much he used his life force to recover, he couldn't get rid of it in the end, and Yang Qianming was sure that these war beasts must be afraid of this mark, not of him.

"Human, why do you have his breath in you?"

Yang Qianming pressed his bleeding chest and looked forward motionlessly.

Now that the vertebrae are broken and his chest is bleeding nonstop, Yang Qianming can't move at all. Just like a zombie, he fell extremely stiff on the grass, looking up at the majestic lion and tiger beast in front of him.

Looking at the lion tiger beast that was spitting out people's words, Yang Qianming was not too surprised, because he knew that the war beast could speak after the eighth order of the holy level.

And after the ninth order, it can transform into a human form.

"What do you say, I don't understand. Yang Qianming was afraid that it would attack him, so he quietly gathered the life force in the dantian to the wound.

The wound on his chest suddenly stopped bleeding, and the vertebrae behind him healed again, and Yang Qianming's body suddenly recovered to its peak.

However, this time, Hui's injuries were too severe, and all the remaining life force in Yang Qianming's body was used up.

This made Yang Qianming not only secretly say, but in the future, it seems that after killing the war beast, he will have to absorb these logistics forces, otherwise any one of them will really die if they are seriously injured.

"The magical human can actually control the life force to heal itself, you are only the strength of the emperor, and you must not know anything. The liger said slowly.

Yang Qianming said in a deep voice: "Can you make it clearer, who is he? I don't know what?"

The liger said majestically: "You must be careful when you speak, and don't challenge my patience, because I will kill him uncontrollably except him." ”

Hearing this, Yang Qianming knew that he was not exaggerating at all, and he killed Yang Qianming with his strength, but he could do it in the time of drinking saliva.

"You must have come for that blue lingzhi, but for the sake of owe him a favor, I'll let you take it away." With that, the liger turned and walked slowly deeper into the forest.

Under the pressure of the lion and tiger beast, Yang Qianming even had a little difficulty breathing, and when he saw that he was finally leaving, he was not only relieved.

Under the nourishment of the power of strength, the respective energy in Yang Qianming's body was restored to its original appearance, but it also used up all the power of this few powers.

These are what make Yang Qianming a little embarrassed, but his body has recovered, at least he has the strength to fight again.

After all the things just now, Yang Qianming not only hated this feeling of being powerless to resist being toyed with.

It doesn't matter who "he" this lion and tiger beast says, it is important for Yang Qianming to complete his goal first.

In a few breaths, Yang Qianming, whose forehead was covered with a trace of sweat, jumped onto the rock, only one step away from the beautiful and bewitching blue Lingzhi.

Holding his breath, Yang Qianming held one hand on the root of the entire Blue Lingzhi, and a low shout came from behind: "Don't mention its root, so it will die completely, and it will not be able to give birth to a new Blue Lingzhi in the future." ”

This cold drink startled Yang Qianming, turned around and smiled at it to indicate that he knew, and then continued to carefully remove the upper part of the blue lingzhi.

The roots left behind were still firmly in the cracks of the rocks, and Yang Qianming put them into the space of the Demon Heart Bracelet without thinking about it.

"Spray, this is a good thing! With it, the earth of all things in the Demon Heart Space can be activated!" the Demon God's feminine voice rang out out of thin air.

For the demon god, who always appears suddenly, and then suddenly disappears, Yang Qianming has long been surprised.

"What?" Yang Qianming asked puzzled.

The demon god then said excitedly: "The blue Lingzhi you just received is a Lingzhi that has been bred for thousands of years, with it, my earth can be activated, I didn't tell you before, because I don't think your strength is enough to obtain these spiritual treasures." ”

Yang Qianming felt like he couldn't cry or laugh when he said this, and then the demon god continued: "I really can't imagine that you are so young and have such luck. ”

Yang Qianming didn't care about what he said, and immediately asked straightforwardly: "What is the earth of all things you just said?"

"The land of all things is a piece of land in the space of the Demon Heart Bracelet, although it was only a thousand acres in size at first, but then it can expand and become larger. In the earth of all things, you can plant a qiē heavenly and earthly treasure, even if it is not a heavenly treasure, it will grow several times the mass beyond the usual range within a moment of throwing it into it. The demon god was afraid that Yang Qianming would not understand, so he said, for example: "Let's tell you briefly, if this blue lingzhi takes tens of millions of years to grow to such a point outside, then on the land of all things, it only needs enough spar irrigation to grow in a few days." ”

Before, there were some things that seemed to be understood, but now after hearing this example, Yang Qianming can only understand what this earth is.

This is simply a treasure to make a fortune, of course, Yang Qianming will not think that things will be so good, so he asked tentatively: "What is the number of spars that need to be watered? Just like this tens of millions of years old blue lingzhi, I want it to grow to maturity, how many spars do I need at the minimum?"

Although the baby is good, Yang Qianming must also have that capital to use, otherwise there is no hoe, and tens of thousands of acres of land alone are useless to cultivate.

"Well, this tens of millions of years old blue lingzhi is indeed a low-grade heaven and earth treasure, it has grown to tens of millions of years in the land of all things, I will do the math" After half a sound, the demon god gave a number that was not very accurate but made Yang Qianming feel like he had been struck by lightning: "Ten thousand spirit-level iron spars are needed, which is equivalent to one thousand high-grade Bin iron spars, one hundred saint-level iron spars, and ten god-level iron spars." ”

The numbers of 10,000, 1,000, 100, and 10 kept rolling in Yang Qianming's mind, but in the end, he was shocked and sweated.

Even if he desperately takes on tasks to make money as Yang Qian's killer, he can only earn one million taels of silver at most in a year. This is equivalent to the number of 1,000 spirit-grade iron spars, and with this ratio, you can know the precious process of iron spars.

The same is true for those at the spiritual level, not to mention those that are more expensive than the spiritual level.