Zhang Wenfeng's legend was just halfway through when it was broken by Garcia's warning.

"Keep an eye ahead!"

In Garcia's hand, the staff of the mountain shone dimly.

Under this light, they found the Central Plains horse that had fled before.

If it weren't for the fact that this horse still had metal accessories exclusive to Zhang Yuanwai's mansion, everyone would have thought that this was a wreckage that had been dead for many years.

Because this horse is only a skeleton left!

His flesh and skin had been completely stripped of him, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on the ground.

Even the best butcher in the world could not have such a skill.

Ye Ling squatted down and found that there were many fine scratches on the horse's bones.

These scratches, all in one direction, are like using a sharp iron comb, brushing over every bone over and over again.

"The yellow wind blows, and the flesh and blood remain......" Zhang Wenfeng said to himself.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's what the 40,000 sergeants encountered, right?" Ye Ling pinched a white bone and said.

"That's right. ”

Ye Ling nodded, "No wonder you want to call them Yellow Wind Demons." ”

"Nope. Zhang Wenfeng said again: "Those white-veined weasels are just the descendants of the ancient demons, after being exterminated, their descendants have greatly reduced their size in order to survive, and their mana and strength have also shrunk. ”

According to what he meant, the current Yellow Wind Demon, which looks almost exactly like a weasel, has a very weak strength, and can only prey on small animals, and it can't pose any threat to ordinary humans.

Even if their hallucinogens are very powerful, they are only comatose and cannot harm lives.

Ye Ling objected and put forward an idea, "One Yellow Wind Demon may be very weak, but what if there are many Yellow Wind Demons?"

"Hmm......" Zhang Wenfeng hesitated.

"You get closer to me in a moment, Xiaoya, you are in charge of the queen of the palace. ”

"Good. ”

In Ye Ling's thoughts, maybe he would see a large group of little weasels in a while, and with their cooperation, they would release powerful wind spells.

Just as they set off again, a huge shadow suddenly flashed through the forest not far ahead.

It was difficult for Ye Ling to describe what that thing looked like, because no beast could grow into that shape.

At a cursory glance, its body was more than fifteen feet tall, with broad and strong shoulders, short legs, and thorns on its back.

Of course, the branches in the Valley of Dead Leaves, shaped like ghost claws, and those strange thorns, perhaps the shadows of the branches, are unknown.

"Did you see that?" Ye Ling said in a low voice.

They both nodded at him.

"Do you want to catch up, Master?"

Somehow, Zhang Wenfeng felt an inexplicable killing intent surging into his heart.

"Calm down, maybe it's an illusion, or follow the previous route, this forest is very large, and finding the so-called rouge merchant is our goal. ”

Cautiously along the way, the three of them walked for about two hours, and had already reached the center of the valley.

They didn't encounter the giant beast they had just seen, nor did they see the herds of weasels.

This is the heart of the Valley of Dead Leaves.

There was no flame, but there was a scorching smell floating in the air.

Ye Ling held the spirit bead in his hand and illuminated the path in front of him.

He found that the trees here were all charred black, and although they were growing all the time, there were no leaves in the canopy, only bare stems.

As he walked, he always felt that there was a strange gaze staring at him from behind......

This made Ye Ling feel a thorn in his back.

Turning around, Ye Ling illuminated behind him with a spirit bead.

If you don't look at it, if you look at it, it makes his heart shrink suddenly!

I saw that on the trunk of the tree behind him, there was actually a charred corpse, with his back to the tree, holding on top of the trunk in a strange posture.

Although he was not afraid of ghosts and gods, Ye Ling always had an indescribable discomfort when he looked at this charred corpse.

After a brief observation, he realized that it was not a corpse.

Because it was more like a strange nodule on the trunk of a tree, something that looked like cracked skin, was actually black bark.

It's just that...... It's weird.

"Wen Feng, you said before that all the 40,000 soldiers died in this valley?"

"Well, the legend goes that they were badly wounded by the dreaded men, and they were surrounded by layers of people, and they couldn't escape. ”

"And how did they win?"

"Fire. Zhang Wenfeng said one word firmly, "The Yellow Wind Demon was extremely afraid of fire, and that group of sergeants lit a fire around him in despair. ”

Legend has it that after 40,000 soldiers were slaughtered, they ignited a fire in despair and died with the Yellow Wind Demon.

Miraculously, what was originally just an ordinary flame turned into a pair of fiery phoenixes under the will of the sergeants.

A phoenix and a phoenix, circling and flying, raining down boundless flames.

The bone-dreaded tribe was reduced to ashes in the flames, and only a handful of demon cubs survived the catastrophe because they did not leave the cave.

This pair of phoenixes completely changed the topography and natural environment of the Yellow Wind Valley, causing those demon cubs to degrade sharply and become small and short.

And the Yellow Wind Valley has since become the Valley of Dead Leaves.

If viewed from above.

In the entire Dead Leaf Valley, the terrain is an extremely regular black spiral, which is the trace left by the phoenix back then.

Since then, the Valley of Dead Leaves has become the most barren land, but the area around it, without the influence of the Yellow Wind Demon, has gradually regained its vitality.

Jinyang County, especially Nanping Town, which is closest to the Valley of Dead Leaves, has gradually developed into what it is today.

And the sergeants who lit the fire remained forever in the Valley of Dead Leaves, becoming immortal heroes.

After listening to the teleportation about the Valley of Dead Leaves, Ye Ling saw the stumps on those trees that looked like scorched corpses, and he didn't think they were ugly and weird.

"Oh, by the way, the martial arts of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion are derived from the power of the fire back then, this is not a legend, but a real thing. Zhang Wenfeng finally added.

"Hey, it's a pity that this flame of justice has now fallen into the hands of the villain. Ye Ling sighed.

Now, standing in the center of the Valley of Dead Leaves, if you continue to walk forward, it will be the way out of the valley.

This means that each next step is farther away from what they are looking for.

Just when Ye Ling was still thinking about his mind in his heart, in the dead wood forest not far away, a huge figure gradually approached......

Ye Ling was not mistaken, this was a sturdy monster with a height of fifteen feet, and the thorns behind him were even ten feet long.

His body was covered with long yellow hair, and there were white lines on his face, from the center of his eyebrows to his lower abdomen, running through his entire body.

It's hard to describe what it is, if anything, it's a rat spirit with strong muscles and arms like a human.