Fang Yingxing stabilized his body and took a deep breath, and some waves stirred up in his heart.

You must know that although he is only in the realm of the Fourfold Creation Spirit, after the refinement of the blood pool and the battle with the Burial Immortals, his physical body can already hardly shake the sixfold powerhouse of the Creation Spirit.

But the blow just now still made a trace of blood flow from the corner of his mouth.

Behind them, the old woman comforts the frightened children, and they gather around the candles, as if they have decided that it is the safest place.

Of course, Fang Yingxing understood that this spirit beast was not an ordinary beast, and it was impossible to be afraid of this kind of light. But what he wondered was, how could there be a spirit beast of this level here?

This is just the periphery of the Southern Forest, and the aura is thin, if it is really in this kind of place where a creature with a double spirit of creation and spirit is born, then it is not an exaggeration to call this wolf a genius.

However, the likelihood of such speculation is ridiculously low.

Fang Yingxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the mountain vigilantly.

He had almost all of his spirit concentrated now, and the decline in the power of the Eternal Pupil made him have to do so.

The moonlight was not very bright, and it was even a little bleak, falling weakly to the ground.

A body comparable to the sixfold body of the Creation Spirit, its senses were so sharp, but it was impossible to hear even the slightest sound of biological activity from this area.

His eyes froze, realizing the gravity of the matter.

When they thought of the conversation just now, a few children talked about the fact that many small animals in the mountains were gone, and even if it was him, their faces couldn't help but turn a little pale.

Animals have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and this situation now only shows that many animals in the Nansen Mountains know that some danger is coming.

He wanted the villagers to evacuate, but when he saw the old people and young children in the village who couldn't walk on the road, he knew it was too late.

As he expected, this wolf was indeed a pathfinder, and his vision had already been shared with someone.

Within a few minutes, he heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

And soon, the rumble grew louder and louder, and even the villagers could hear it clearly.

Fang Yingxing changed color, this kind of array, coupled with the roar of this hundred beasts, it was undoubtedly a beast tide.

Is it controlled by humans or beasts?

I don't know, but a monk who can launch a beast tide of this scale will definitely not be simple.

Of course, his purpose will not be a remote mountain village like Xiaoling Village, but a giant city behind the small mountain village.

Suddenly, a familiar aura crossed the sky, and his eyes looked in that direction, it turned out to be an ancient, who had buried the Feather Divine Body Feather Son of the Immortal Secret Realm with him.

Fang Yingxing was a little surprised, but it was normal to calm down and think about it, after all, this area was already covered by their forces.

In addition to him, there were several other streamers in the sky, there were old acquaintances in the burial place, and strange monks, all of whom seemed to be going to resist the tide of beasts.

There is an unusually mysterious aura among them, and I can't see through the cultivation, and it is estimated that he is the protector of the feather son.

The children in the village pointed to the immortals in the sky, and one by one they showed yearning eyes.

Fang Yingxing was a little emotional, back then, he was like these children, yearning for immortals and longing for immortality, but this road is not easy, many old people turned into dust, on the verge of death, and moved towards eternal life.

His current physical condition is very poor, and the battle between the Burial Immortal Land and the Burial Immortal has caused him too much damage.

But in any case, he can also breathe a sigh of relief if the monk with the feather power stops the beast tide.

A childish voice broke his thoughts: "Big brother, thank you for protecting us." ”

Fang Yingxing lowered her head, a little girl, about eight or nine years old, her little face was red, and her big watery eyes radiated with gratitude.

Fang Yingxing smiled slightly, squatted down and touched her head.

The little girl thought for a moment and took out a small pendant from her simple pocket, made of wood and looking like a phoenix.

She stretched out her little hand and put it on Fang Yingxing's hand, "Big brother, give it to you." ”

Fang Yingxing couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, this kind of immature kindness was the most sincere.

These are all mortals, but Fang Yingxing felt a long-lost ease and emotion from them.

He looked at the pendant carefully, but found that it was extraordinary, this is not an ordinary wood, but a real wood, it is impossible to grow up without tens of thousands of years, and what makes him more concerned is the two words engraved on it, which are estimated to be ancient characters, and I don't know how many years have passed.

Fang Yingxing suppressed his excitement and tried not to scare the child: "Little girl, where did you get this?" “

The little girl replied innocently, without any worries: "This is from our family time, it's beautiful." “

Fang Yingxing's expression was a little strange, this child also has a big heart, and the ancestral things were given to him like this, I don't know if her parents will give her a mixed doubles.

Mortals naturally can't understand the value of this pendant, but this makes Fang Yingxing curious about the identity of this child's parent.

The little girl smiled and said, "Grandpa agreed that I would give this to you." “

Fang Yingxing's eyes swept to the side, and the village chief was looking at him with a smile.

Obviously, this little girl is the granddaughter of the village chief.

To his surprise, their surname was Shangguan.

This can't help but make him reverie, after all, the Shangguan clan is a big clan that has existed since I don't know how many years ago, and it is said that it has obtained the inheritance of the Supreme Ancient Phoenix and has been glorious for endless years.

His master is a branch of the Shangguan family, so he has a very good impression of this family.

But in that battle 30,000 years ago, the strong men of the Shangguan family seemed to have withered and gradually declined.

And now, this person surnamed Shangguan in this small mountain village suddenly gave himself such a precious pendant.

He sat cross-legged, using the master's technique, and sure enough, he had an induction with the pendant.

Soon, he determined that this was the technique of the Shangguan Sect family, and this little girl and the village chief were the purest bloodlines of the Shangguan family.

Has the Zong family fallen into this state? The direct bloodline has become mortal.

What the master has is only the remnants of the sect, and on this basis, he will continue to fill in, go out of his own way, and achieve the supreme fruit.

The value of such a complete technique is unimaginable.

But Fang Yingxing didn't want to take this completely paved road, which was not for him.

There is no ready-made path to follow in his spells and spells.

And what's even more uncomfortable is that as soon as his divine sense entered the pendant, as soon as he took a look, he was hit hard, the sect's technique is really not so easy to see, even after so many years, the prohibition is worn out, but it is still very stubborn.

On the other side, the Scarlet Ancestral Land.

A stunningly beautiful black-haired woman with firm eyes stood in the middle of the ancestral land.

"Are you sure you want to go? The holy daughter of our people. This kind of trial, those who can pass in ancient times, there are only a few people, and even the peerless Tianjiao may fall into it. ”

A large, blood-colored eye emerged from the darkness and asked the woman.

The woman's face remained unchanged, and she nodded firmly, and walked towards a door that exuded a strong blood aura.

She wants revenge, whether it's the burial of the immortals, or the people who hunted them down.

And she always had a feeling that she was trying to believe that the man wasn't dead.