In the north, the town of demons passes.

Under the dark night, Zhao Ling'er wore green clothes from the top of a cliff.

Flying down, a cyan streamer flew to her feet.

And he went into the distance.

Behind him, several monks also walked with their swords.

Since the assassination of the king failed, the sword went north to the demon pass.

Zhao Ling'er served as a scout chief in the Demon Town Pass, and he held an official position that was not big or small.

All along, it has been peaceful.

The life of the Demon Suppression Pass is not considered boring.

Although there is a demon clan in the north, it has long been calmed down over the years.

Except for the battle in Tengchong City, the demon clan shook.

Other days, both sides tacitly reluctant to ignite the tide of war.

Today, Zhao Ling'er led the team to patrol as usual.

But suddenly I received a call for help from the number C.

The scout squad is divided into four groups: A, B, C, D.

Led by Jiazi, it is generally equipped with six-rank monks to explore the periphery.

And this A-brand team, because of the addition of Zhao Ling'er, its combat power has been raised to a higher level.

Bingzi's leading monk, although far inferior to Zhao Ling'er, is also in the middle three grades.

If you can send a signal for help, there is a high probability that you are really in trouble.

Demon Clan??

Thinking of this, Zhao Ling'er sped up.

..........

"Boom ——!!"

The young man was rolling and crawling on the ground, a demon taller than a hill.

With a wave of his arm, the only two remaining scouts were tangling with it.

The young man finally stood up, and saw a shadow in front of him.

It caresses the dense foliage and stirs up the waves.

The sound is like a whimper, light and heavy, fast and slow.

Demon Monk!?

Since coming to the Demon Suppression Pass, this was the first time he had witnessed the true face of the demon monk.

The demon monk was still making that strange sound.

The voice was no stranger to him, and it seemed to have been heard somewhere.

Like a child's cry, like a beast's roar.

It's indescribably weird and creepy.

The young man was confused for a moment, and the demon monk had taken the opportunity to approach.

It's about to penetrate his chest.

Finished!

On the battlefield, before the Spring and Autumn Dream admired by tens of thousands of people began, he was going to die miserably here.

The thought just flashed through my mind, and there was a "ding" sound.

At the same time, the sound of breaking the sky came from far and near.

Someone came with Edgeworth.

Before he could see the figure, the sword shadow in the sky had already folded in midair.

The sword aura was cold, blood suddenly splattered around the ground, and several screams sounded almost at the same time.

The young man looked at the cyan figure.

With a random sword, he killed the demon monks present.

The shapeshifting demon as tall as a hill was also broken with a single blow.

The young man let out a long breath, and he had some impression of the friar.

Seems to be coming from Midstate.

Looking at the cultivation as a figure, it should probably be at the level of a third-grade grandmaster.

How can a monk of the upper third rank be among the scouts?

The C-word scout squad suffered heavy losses, a squad of seven people.

Three people died, one was seriously injured.

More than half of the losses were lost.

Zhao Ling'er methodically asked people to clean up the battlefield and bring back the scout's corpse.

The monks of the demon clan dealt with it on the spot, and then quickly returned.

The team had just walked out of a moment's time.

Zhao Ling'er frowned slightly, and her divine sense quickly swept forward.

In the blink of an eye, the young man could no longer see the other party's figure.

There was a sound of a sharp blade entering the body and stopping abruptly in front of him.

It's just a snap of your fingers, and you keep going.

There were piles of flesh on the ground.

There was no danger along the way, and I finally saw the figure of the demon pass.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Only Zhao Ling'er still frowned.

The dense fog in front of him was continuous, and only the towering Demon Suppression Pass could see the figure.

The rest of the things are not to be seen.

What was even more strange was that the fog had blocked her senses.

It's like a pool of stagnant water, and everything you throw into it will be swallowed up.

There was no sound in the thick fog, and a faint smell of blood came from the wind.

Zhao Ling'er realized that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.

The team continued on and plunged headlong into the thick fog.

It was as if everything was cut off in the thick fog, but it didn't stop them from passing through.

There was a huge demon clan in the rear, and there was no sound.

The scout team didn't find it, and it doesn't seem to have found the scout team either.

The two sides touched each other in a hurry, and the sword light flashed.

Its body is split in two.

"Speed up!" Zhao Ling'er said in a deep voice.

The hearts of everyone in the scout team were lifted, and I don't know how long it took.

The distance in the dense fog seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the aura of heaven and earth seemed to be blocked.

Everyone rushed forward with Zhao Ling'er.

As Zhao Ling'er disappeared in front of her eyes and broke through the fog, the rest of the people followed.

The young man breathed heavily, like a new life.

But the companions around him suddenly stopped their movements, raised their heads and looked at the Demon Suppression Pass not far away with shocked faces.

The young man followed their gaze as well, and the expression on his face froze.

Is that....... The demon soldiers are like ant colonies and become a trend, rushing towards the demon pass.

It was so dense that the monks on the Demon Suppression Pass smashed down with a magic weapon, but they didn't know how many demon soldiers they had killed.

However, these demon soldiers seemed to be endless.

A group died, and the next batch rushed forward one after another.

The sound of the fight is becoming more and more fierce, more and more chaotic, and more and more intense.

The young man gasped.

After thousands of years, the demon clan began to attack the demon control on a large scale again.

At this time, a demon monk discovered this small group of scouts.

Falling from the sky, the magic knife in his hand fell heavily.

"Poof!"

..............

"Poof!!"

The little girl cut the sauerkraut in half with a knife.

"What is the fairy going to do at noon today?" Li Ping'an asked.

The little girl said without raising her head: "The New Year's meal is not finished yet." ”

"What about that night."

"I'm afraid I can't finish it at night, but I can still eat it when it's hot."

"Moo!"

The old cow said dissatisfiedly, can't you eat leftovers?

The little girl continued to concentrate on chopping vegetables, "But you can't throw away the leftovers." ”

Li Ping'an sighed, "But we've already eaten the leftovers for three days, can't we eat some good ones today?" ”

The little girl didn't reply, and answered Li Ping'an's question with silence.

Originally, there were no monsters in the city, and there was almost no income.

I still have to pay rent, and I don't know when I'm going to leave again.

From time to time, Niu Niu has to buy beef to eat......

The little girl shook her head, she really didn't let the cat worry.