Dongxu Mountain is not close to the Blue Moon Lake, nearly two hundred miles.

If Zhang Jing hurried with all his strength and walked with the sword, this distance would not be nothing, and he would be able to arrive in the time of a stick of incense.

But now Zhang Jing can't fly at all speed.

Although the speed of the woman in Tsing Yi is not slow, she comes and goes like the wind, extremely fast, but it is still much slower than the flight of Edgeworth. If Zhang Jing ran too fast, he would have thrown it away.

Moreover, when Zhang Jing was running away, he had to keep giving the other party a little hope, and occasionally let it attack once in a while and get a little injured, so that the woman in Tsing Yi could always maintain a high level of murderous intent and desire.

But it's a technical job.

Every time he was injured, although Zhang Jing was able to control a certain range, he was not completely pretended.

After all, the other party is an unfathomable peerless beast that has survived from ancient times, and the power of the sun's true fire is not so easy to withstand.

deliberately exposed flaws several times, and Zhang Jing himself was really injured.

Just when Zhang Jing was thinking about how to control the scale, he could lead the girl in Tsing Yi to Blue Moon Lake without getting himself too seriously injured.

Suddenly, Zhang Jing felt something, and hurriedly raised his head and looked ahead.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It didn't take a moment's effort, and the time was too late and fast in the far southwest direction, and both sides were volleying in the air, extremely fast, from discovering each other to meeting, but in the blink of an eye.

When they met, Zhang Jingdang stopped flying and stood in the air.

The clouds had not completely dispersed, but an old man dressed in coarse linen and barefoot had already been revealed.

The old man has long gray hair, and he is a little messy with a wooden stick, but his body is very strong, not rickety, and he holds a crutch in his hand that looks very simple, and he looks like an ordinary village man who is in good spirits.

Seeing Zhang Jing standing in the air with thunder entwined around his body, he arched his hand slightly and asked, "But Zhang Daoyou of the Maoshan faction?"

It seems that this grass house layman, before coming, should have gone to the Ten Thousand Demon Valley first, and learned the news of Zhang Jing from the mouths of the demons in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

"Maoshan sent Zhang Jing. ”

Zhang Jing nodded, his heart was settled, and at the same time, he bowed and asked, "The person who came is a senior of the Caolu monk?"

Although listening to what the demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley said, Zhang Jing was ninety percent sure that the grass house monks of Blue Moon Lake were two people who broke no intersection and had nothing to do with each other, so they would not be ranked by age, but by cultivation.

The two didn't have too much politeness.

Now is not the time to be polite.

The cyan beast with its hair chased after it in the blink of an eye.

"Such a powerful beast, such a strong power of the sun's true fire, no wonder I can feel the violent yang qi spreading from a hundred miles away, isn't it ......"

The grass house monk looked awe-inspiring, watching the fierce beast flying all the way, the trees under its feet would dry up quickly, as if he had a guess in his heart, and asked: "Zhang Daoyou, where did this fierce beast come from? When did such a fierce beast hide in the 100,000 mountains?"

Seeing this, Zhang Jing hurriedly said: "There is a door to space above Dongxu Mountain. Passing through the Spatial Gate, there is a space that exists independently. This fierce beast should have been suppressed and sealed for thousands of years, but over the years, two reckless guys have destroyed the sealing enchantment and released it. Do you recognize this beast?"

The grass house monk said in a deep voice: "The grass is draped in hair, with his body covered and his eyes on the top, he walks like the wind, and everywhere he goes, there is a great drought, and the land is thousands of miles away...... I'm afraid this beast is the legendary ancient beast, Drought Fish!"

"Drought Fish?" Zhang Jing hurriedly asked for verification: "It is rumored that in ancient times, zombies originated from the four great ancestors, and three of them I know, namely the general, the queen, and the Ying Gou!

The grass house monk nodded and said, "That's right. Drought is also one of the four ancestors of zombies!"

When Zhang Jing heard this, the fog in his heart finally cleared up.

His guess was correct.

No wonder when he was in the small world, he was about to kill the dartle, and suddenly the phantom of the strange beast appeared, this beast was really one of the four ancestors of zombies!

So, what kind of existence does the Beast Phantom exist?

The four ancestors of zombies all seem to be inextricably linked to it.

Even back then, Hou Qing was a general under the emperor, and it was because of this strange beast that he transformed into one of the four ancestors of zombies!

There are so many thoughts in my heart that I don't have time to think too much.

After catching up, the drought saw the existence of the grass house, and obviously noticed that this old man in coarse linen clothes was not good at stubble, and could feel a faint sense of threat from him!

But it doesn't know if it's because it's not clear, or it's too self-confident, or it's too murderous.

Seeing this, it did not turn around and flee, but roared, moved its hooves to urge the true fire of the sun, and attacked Zhang Jing and the grass house.

"Zhang Daoyou, you are not lightly injured, and you should step back first, so that the poor Dao will meet it!"

Zhang Jing was injured all over his body at this time because of the reason for camouflage and lure, and his breath was also quite sluggish, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

It's almost impossible to continue fighting.

When Zhang Jing escaped in the air just now, his body occasionally swayed, and it seemed that he couldn't maintain the appearance of falling down!

Acting must be realistic, which has always been Zhang Jing's self-cultivation.

Therefore, the grass house monk stood in front of him, and the seemingly ordinary simple crutches in his hand suddenly burst out with great might, and the faint clouds and mist around his body all covered the crutches, and with his swing, a water dragon rush could at least trap it and imprison it for half a ring, even if it could not easily kill the drought.

Unexpectedly, he was collided by a few droughts, and he was killed by force.

Soon, the grass hut monk waved the crutches in his hand one after another, and one after another the power of water swept and slapped towards the drought in different ways.

Although this is the land of South Vietnam, deep in the 100,000 mountains, it makes people feel as if they are in the East China Sea, and the waves are overwhelming.

The marble howled and began to feel that things were not going well.

Although the water power of the Caolu dwellers is actually not as lethal to it as Zhang Jing's Shenxiao Thunder Method.

The power of thunder can't restrain the true fire of the sun, but that's like the end of this sentence,

Pity.

Now wherever it wants to escape, it can escape.

Seeing that the Caolu monk was best at the water spell, which could greatly restrain the power of the flames of the drought fish, Zhang Jing's eyes lit up and he was excited.

Kill the drought today, there is hope!

A large sum of merit is already beckoning to him!

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