In the center of Wanmayuan, in a messy grass pile, torrential rain poured.

Han Yuzheng commanded the green light of the inch-long emerald short sword, surrounding a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and attacking non-stop, the battle was inseparable.

The other party's body was shrouded in a layer of blood qi, which was disgusting, and he used a blood-colored long knife to keep slashing these two green lights, suppressing these two magic weapons, and he was completely in the upper hand.

A golden light suddenly flew out of Han Yu's cuffs, and the monk subconsciously resisted with a bloody knife, but the golden light accelerated violently, cutting him into several pieces.

Han Yu skillfully cut off his head, grabbed his storage bag, and then searched his body again, sprinkled some white powder, and the person disappeared into the vast rain curtain.

It didn't take long for Han Yu to come to a pile of rubble, and the yellow light on his body flashed and disappeared.

Inside a low rock, Han Yu's figure was revealed.

He took the human head, which was no longer dripping blood, and recited the words in his hand, and detained his soul and introduced it into the jade bottle.

Seeing that the soul had been contained, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the human head in the storage bag, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Other monks would exchange their heads for contribution points as soon as they had a harvest, but Han Yu was not in a hurry. The supplies he brought with him this time were sufficient to last for a while.

On the first day of each month, the fifteenth day of the month, and the end of the month, this ten thousand horse sources have become the battlefield of the monks of Jiedan, and the monks in the foundation building period have retreated.

If it is affected, it will be a dead end.

The scout puppets released by Han Yu had witnessed the battle in the Yudan period the day before yesterday, and they were terrified and benefited a lot.

The strange birds in the sky and a jet-black flying corpse fought fiercely on one side, and higher up, the monks of the Demon Corpse Sect and the Imperial Spirit Gate fought with magic weapons and secret techniques, and the aftermath of the battle turned the hard stone forest below into powder.

Ever since he saw that battle, Han Yu had a clear understanding of the strength of the Yudan Period, which was by no means something he could match.

Since watching that all-out battle of Yudan, a new door has been opened, and the perception of fighting methods has improved a little. When the other monks learned that they had all gone back to the camp to hide, he was looking forward to the next battle.

Eight days earlier, he had followed the others to the center, and once again declined the invitation of the other monks, and went away alone, becoming a lone ranger. According to the map bought in the Listening Wind Pavilion and the range of the demon's frequent activities, he selected this inconspicuous stone pile, hid the four evil formations here, hollowed out a stone, and used it as a place to settle down temporarily.

After running this place, Han Yu sent out all the Qingteng puppets to monitor the movements in the vicinity. Once a demonic path passes by, he will judge whether to ambush or not based on the number and cultivation.

Because the location of this pile of rocks was relatively close to the Demon Dao, Han Yu let them go to the battlefield first, and after the fight, they were trying to find a way to hunt and kill.

In just eight days, Han Yu had hunted and killed four Demon Dao Cultivators and obtained four heads.

Han Yu would choose the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the monks in the middle and late stages would not touch them.

This persimmon still has to pick up the soft pinch!

Monks in the middle or late stages have more or less life-saving magic weapons and powerful talismans on their bodies, while monks in the early stage of foundation building rarely possess them.

Eight days later, Han Yu's monitoring ants and mantis puppets had also seen the monks of the Exorcism League fall under the hands of the Demon Dao, being forcibly extracted and refined, and their bodies were taken away, but he didn't want to rescue them.

In this wasteland hunting field, it is difficult to protect yourself, how can you take care of anything else.

Suddenly, Han Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, using his divine sense to communicate with the mantis puppet placed in the grass.

In the barren grassland where the battle had just begun, three more demonic monks came, and the clothes on their bodies were from the same family as the monks who had just been killed.

They looked at the traces of the battle just now, and their faces were gloomy and they gathered together for a moment to discuss, and then they split up to search. The white powder that had just been sprinkled had already dissolved the corpse, and the acid water had also been washed away and melted by the heavy rain, and no valuable traces could be found at the scene.

The three of them searched around in the muddy grass, and when they saw that there was no clue, they flew off into the distance.

Seeing them leaving, Han Yu stopped paying attention, poured out the storage bag that had just arrived, and began to pick and choose.

"Two high-grade magic weapons, a dozen fireball talismans, this demon path monk is too poor! I don't know how many contribution points these things can be exchanged for, hey, blood condensation crystals, medium quality, but they can barely be used." This thing..."Han Yu looked at the pile of items on the ground, and divided the exchange of contribution points and those that were useful to himself into two piles, and put them into storage bags respectively.

In the storage bag of the Demon Dao monk, there were very few spirit stones, and the four people he killed could only get two medium-grade spirit stones, which made him a little unhappy!

But it's no wonder that no monk can guarantee that he will return to the camp safely. So I brought some magic weapons, talismans and things related to battle.

The blood condensation crystals that he had just found were also auxiliary materials for this monk to perform secret techniques, but they were instantly killed by him, and they were looted out.

Today's harvest is already in, and the sky is getting darker. The monks in the wasteland were all on guard, and could not find any chance to sneak attack.

Han Yu temporarily cut off contact with the puppets and let them sleep. However, with a radius of five miles from the pile of rocks, it is monitored at twelve hours, and if he encounters a strong enemy, he will have a way to deal with it.

The rainstorm gradually stopped, and Han Yu sat in the small space. took out the cyan classics, looked at them a few times, and silently refined the hidden breath.

.....

The next morning, the sun came out early, and the air was filled with the smell of earth.

At the northern end of Wanmayuan, there is a complex mountain forest area.

Of course, the monks in the Qi Refining Period could not be involved in the battlefield of the Foundation Building Period, the difference in strength was too great, and after a tacit understanding between the two sides, they left this desert to the Qi Refining disciples to fight by default.

Most of the Qi refining cultivators who can come here are Qi Refining Ten Levels and Consummate Existences. They all want to save up enough contribution points to exchange for powerful magic weapons and talismans, and the young monks use them to exchange them for the Tsukidan and the Three Treasures of the Tsuki.

Lexing quietly emerged from a big tree, looked around, and cautiously walked towards a canyon.

Lexing has been able to survive until now because he only takes a very hidden route.

There were thorny mountain roads and narrow roads, and it was he who had accidentally found a small path that led to the main battlefield of the battle.

Since Lexing recognized Han Yu as the master, he also moved out his set.

When encountering a strong enemy, he will not act rashly, unless he is seriously injured, and when he encounters a monk who is weaker than him, he will be ruthless, and if he can't kill him, he will run away quickly, and he will not be entangled.

Today, the path of the canyon was as quiet as usual, but when he came out of the canyon, he was blocked by two monks of the Demon Path.

Le Xing's heart couldn't help but sink, the strength of these two had Qi refining perfection, and there was a thin monk he knew, who was the opponent who seriously injured him last time.

Le Xing felt that his scalp was a little numb, he really didn't expect that his path would be discovered by others, and he was ambushed, and now he was going to be one against two.

However, Le Xing didn't have much fear in his heart, it was a big deal to use that secret technique of escape to lose some essence blood and lie in bed for a month.

The thin man looked at Lexing and looked ready to go, and shouted to the side: "Come out, he came alone, and there is no other helper." ”

"Brother Lu, the five of us ambushed one Qi Refining Perfection, this reward is not very easy to share!"

"Hmph, I don't care, I want this corpse, none of you should fight with me. ”

A soft and weak woman's voice, and a man's voice with an urn, came from the bushes behind him, and they walked towards this direction together.

Le Xing was frightened into a cold sweat, if these two people sneaked up in the bushes just now, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die!

However, the current situation is not good, and it is difficult to escape from the four with his strength. Hey, yes...

Lexing sounded the puppet that Han Yu handed over to him, and it was said that it could withstand the perfection of Qi refining. He wanted the puppet to delay a little and then run away.

As for Han Yu's accountability after he returns, he can't consider it for the time being.

"This fellow Daoist, last time you were able to escape in my hands, you also have some ability. But now you can't fly with wings, if you obediently tie your hands and catch it, I'll give it to you..."

The thin black monk had thought about it for a while, and he knew that there was little hope of being caught. But before he could finish speaking, Lexing, who was under siege, suddenly took out an object from the storage bag, twisted his palm violently, and a silver light flickered, rushing towards the woman in the bush.