was not in a hurry to clean up the wounds on his body, Zhao Zhi held the knife and quietly realized his hard-won state.

Another mountain knife slashed down, and the ten-year-old tree with a thick bowl mouth in front of him broke in response.

"Beautiful!"

Zhao Cheng cheered for himself, but there was no audience next to him to appreciate it, and he felt lonely for no reason. Presumably, in the realm of qi refining, no one can stop his fierce sword qi, maybe only a spiritual weapon like the fire spirit sword can compete with it, but his cultivation is too low, and after using two knives, he feels weak in his hands and feet, and he doesn't have enough spiritual power to support it.

I couldn't hold on to the third layer of qi refining for a long time, and I thought of listening to An Mortal's body to use sword qi, presumably every time I used it, I had to rest for a long time, and I hurt my muscles and bones.

Zhao Zhi expected it to be good, when Xie Ting'an was competing with the heroes of Hedong, he used his sword qi between life and death, and the head of the hot pot fell to the ground, but he himself lay on the bed for a whole month......

The night is already late, for his own safety, Zhao Yuan had to reluctantly put away the knife, take out a few spirit stones to recover quickly, if there are two more shadow flying squirrels in a while, his knife intent can't be used, that is the biggest joke God has played on himself.

The dense fog above the canopy, the evening breeze blows the leaves and rattles, Zhao Foot sitting cross-legged under the tree seems to be an old monk in a settled place, occasionally a few insect chirps will make Zhao Foot a little nervous, but the night is fine, the dawn here is quiet......

The next day, the dense fog had not yet dissipated, and the first rays of sunlight in the early morning shone into the trees, Zhao Yuan's whole body was wet with dew, his hair was also sticky and tangled, and when he touched his face, it was full of wet water droplets.

Looking at his ragged appearance, like a flower child who has been begging for decades, Zhao Nao also laughed at himself, looking at the "results" he realized last night, as if he was in a dream.

Concentrating and swinging a knife, seeing that the knife intent was still there, Zhao Qian got up with a happy face. Now Zhao Yuan's sword qi is still very immature, and the range is only within three feet, which is still far from Nie Feichen's ten-zhang sword qi, and even more far away from Xie Ting'an's hundred-zhang sword intent.

After putting away the array disk, he carefully checked what kind of demon beast was sneaking up on him yesterday.

The blood of the corpse of the "flying squirrel" that was split in half had dried up, and the wounds of the corpse the size of the soles of the feet were full of scabbed brown, and Zhao Zhiti slipped half of its body and observed it for a long time before he recognized that this was the night killer of the cultivation realm, the darkwing bat.

But the average darkwing bat is the size of an ordinary person's head, and its wings are spread out to be seven feet wide, this darkwing bat is so small, could it be a juvenile demon beast?

Zhao Cheng shuddered, fortunately it was an immature little beast that attacked him last night, if it was a mature darkwing bat, it was a demon beast in the enlightenment period, and his ten lives were not enough for it to strike at once.

Just when he was suspicious, he saw a golden light floating in the distance, and Zhao Jian fixed his eyes on it, as if it was two Lingxi Sect disciples coming from the Imperial Sword. The two inner disciples who were flying in the sky were also surprised to see the embarrassed Zhao Zhi, and stopped in front of Zhao Zhi.

"The two senior brothers are also here for the trial?"

Zhao Zhi greeted him in embarrassment and bowed to the inner disciples.

I saw that the disciple in the middle stage of foundation building frowned and said: "You have only refined qi at the third level of cultivation, what are you doing here?" We just received a message from the senior brother in the door, from outside the core area of the Spirit Beast Valley to the southern foothills, more than a dozen senior brothers are surrounding the two demon beasts in the late stage of enlightenment, you may encounter a demon beast that escaped at any time here now, why don't you leave quickly, so as not to lose your life!"

Zhao Yuan's cold sweat trickled down, it turned out that he had hit the big luck yesterday, no wonder he encountered a demon beast in the core area on the periphery, it turned out that he had unknowingly fallen into the encirclement area of the inner disciples, if he left late, it had become food in the mouth of the demon beast at this time. It's no wonder that I haven't met a single monk who has been trying in the past few days, so it turns out that he is quietly making a big move.

"Thank you two senior brothers for reminding me, Zhao Zhi is leaving!"

The disciple said: "We are going to support the same sect at this time, we can't take care of you, you hurry out of the valley, and the third layer of qi refining will make some fun!"

In the face of this unceremonious concern, Zhao Zhi thanked him repeatedly, and the two disciples turned into a ray of light and left. Zhao Zhi didn't dare to stay here, and walked along the edge of the territory of the two demon beasts.

After walking for about two or three miles, and gradually reaching the edge of ten miles, Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, the demon beasts here are all psychic inferior products, and they will not encounter any demon beasts that pose a fatal threat to themselves.

However, Zhao Jiao soon heard a sound of "rustling" coming from behind him, first faintly like a cricket, and then gradually getting louder after a while. Zhao Jiao looked behind him, only to see the smoke and dust billowing behind him, and the trees broke everywhere he went, like a continuous earthquake.

Is this a fissure?

Before he had time to think about it, Zhao Jiao saw a huge thousand-legged centipede coming with flying sand and stones, several zhang long, and the distance was too far for Zhao Jiao to be immeasurable. But soon Zhao Zhi had no time to estimate, because the centipede ran over between breaths, and it was less than dozens of feet away from Zhao Guan!

No way!

Zhao Zhi was so frightened that he ran away, took out the wind and thunder talisman as he ran, and injected spiritual energy without hesitation!

Brush!

Zhao Jiao's eyes were full of flowers, and the scenery around him had changed, and he saw that he had reached the halfway point of a mountain peak. This wind and thunder talisman actually sent itself to the mountain?

Zhao Qian smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that the joint hunting of the Zhuji disciples would have affected the pond fish after all, if it weren't for this wind and thunder talisman, with only a few Zhuji monks refining the escape talisman, he would have been crushed by the huge centipede.

According to the "Chronicles of Ten Thousand Beasts", the flying centipede is one of the largest demon beasts in the cultivation realm, and the flying centipede in the mature stage is even a hundred feet long, and its momentum is like a giant dragon whale swimming in the sea. The flying centipede can be cultivated to the late stage of transformation, feeding on the mountains and rocks and giant trees, and the place where it passes is a mess, it is a veritable "pest" in the cultivation world, this centipede is dozens of zhang long, and it is already cultivated in the late stage of enlightenment, it seems that the demon beast hunted by more than a dozen disciples is it.

Thinking of the inappropriate momentum of the flying centipede just now, Zhao Zhi was afraid for a while, just a few hours ago, Zhao Zhi was still self-satisfied with his sword intent, and this centipede shattered his complacency at once. Even if you have thousands of sword intents, no matter how many knives you have, the flying centipede's whole body will be gone.

Putting away the smugness in his heart, Zhao Zhi looked around from the mountain peak, the clouds were scattered, the top of the mountain was the hovering screaming birds, and the habitat of several demon beasts was unobstructed at his feet. Zhao Qian could see that it was two psychic demon tigers and green wolves, but fortunately, the wind and thunder talisman did not teleport him to the core area, and his luck was not too bad.

It's just that the psychic high-grade demon beast is not something that he can deal with now, and the mountain he is on is dangerous, as if it has not been chiseled by an axe, Zhao Zhi has been looking for a long time and has not seen the stone room opened by the disciples of the Lingxi faction, it seems that this mountain peak is still relatively primitive.

But the embarrassing thing is that Zhao can't go down!

Looking from the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist were deep and bottomless, and my legs trembled slightly after standing for a long time.

It's too high!

There is no way to go on the mountainside, which means that no one has ever climbed here, maybe the foundation building disciple has stopped here, but he is only a student of the Qi refining realm, he can't fly with a sword, and he doesn't have a flying magic weapon, and a mountain that doesn't look high makes it difficult for him.

Could it be that after hunting countless demon beasts in the Spirit Beast Valley, and escaping their lives under the demon beasts in the late stage of enlightenment, he would be trapped alive because of this mountain peak?

If you wear it, you will laugh off your big teeth, because of the experience of the first elixir valley, Zhao Qian has also prepared several communication charms, if it really doesn't work, you can only cover your face and send a message to Fu Donglai......