"Is this your demon beast?" Dongmen Ge, the man holding the sword, looked at him and asked Yang Jing. He looked at Hee Hee with a cold look in his eyes, and there was a strange emotion in his indifference.

"Yes, you have an opinion?"

"No, I don't have an opinion, I just want to kill it!"

"Why did you kill it?"

"Because it eats human flesh!"

"What if they are wicked?"

"The wicked are also human!"

"The wicked man killed your family, and then was eaten by the demon beast, do you also want to kill the demon beast to avenge him?"

"It's not right for monsters to eat people!"

"I'm here, you don't want to move!"

"I'll keep an eye on it, and as long as it eats people, I'll slaughter it!"

Yang Jing laughed, it was the first time he had seen such a strange guy. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't see through this guy's breath, Yang Jing would have wanted to grab him by the collar and beat him hard.

Yang Jing and Xihee walked, Dongmen Ge followed, they stopped to rest, he also stopped to rest, and his eyes barely left Xihe. When Yang Jing made a fire to roast the ash meat, Dongmen Ge also sat down unceremoniously, took the meat skewers and ate them.

Seeing that Dongmen Ge did not look embarrassed at all, Yang Jing raised his eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart: This person is really shameless. But after thinking about it, too, if Dongmen Ge wanted face, he wouldn't stop him, and bluntly said that he would kill Hehe. Such people, with their firm belief in their own beliefs, have reached an inconceivable state, and it is more difficult to change them than to kill them.

Just like Yang Jing himself, he also has his own beliefs. Before entering the Divine Court, his belief was to seek justice for his mother, and after entering the Divine Court, his belief was still to seek justice for his mother. From beginning to end, there was only one of his enemies, Yang Wuxian behind the Diao family. Only by defeating Yang Wuxian and becoming the first person in the Yang clan can he correct his mother's name in the Huai clan.

Yang Wuxian is destined by heaven, and his cultivation is like heaven's help, and heaven favors him. At this stage, Yang Jing is not his opponent, so he can only practice in a low-key manner, strive to wake up as soon as possible, cultivate supernatural powers, and then walk in the world. Before waking up, the disciples of the Divine Court had the opportunity to go out of the mountain only after they took the task. Now that the task of killing Sun Yangwen has been completed, it is time to return to the Divine Court.

Yang Jing thinks so and does so. In fact, if it weren't for the chance encounter with Chen Axing at Shaliu Ferry and the learning that there was a lotus mushroom growing in Shoulong Mountain, he would have returned to the Divine Court since he left Pingkang Mountain. As for the matter of Yulongze, it was a follow-up incident that was pulled out by an accident, and it was not in Yang Jing's grasp. If he had known about this earlier, Yang Jing would definitely not go to Shoulong Mountain. But in life, you always have to take some risks and suffer some losses in order to grow faster. Besides, Yang Jing has also received many benefits, and it is not too far from awakening.

From Dongmen Song to his own past, Yang Jing's heart became more and more determined, and the little pride that had been bred before also disappeared. He is still very weak, and he always admonishes himself like this, so as to alert and fiercely self.

Dongmen Ge, who was sitting on the side, didn't realize that his appearance had completed a spiritual baptism for the young man next to him. Of course, if he knew, he wouldn't care. What he had in mind was to kill the demon beast under the sword, and he wanted nothing else.

Demon beasts are all to be killed, the only difference is that they die under their own sword and die under someone else's sword. As for whether the demon beast is good or evil, no one cares. Dongmen Ge didn't care about it himself, but this was indeed an excellent excuse, an excuse for the owner of the demon beast, or even an excuse to kill the owner of the demon beast.

Grey meat, similar to beef, has a better taste and is grilled to give off its characteristic aroma. If you add spices and roast, the taste will be even better. Even if it was simply baked, the two of them and one demon still ate with their mouths full of oil. Especially Yang Jing and Xihe, they have a huge appetite, and they are especially not satisfied with eating, so they roast all the rest into their bottomless stomachs.

Since he was sensible, Yang Jing has known that he is different from ordinary people. He has a lot of strength, he can make a hundred catties of stone piers at the age of three, and he can already run three or five miles at the age of twelve. Born with strength is the amount of food that surpasses ordinary people by ten times. Under the circumstance that the family has a certain supply, Yang Jing has not really eaten enough, and most of the time, he is hiding his true self.

Qingshi's death, he finally broke out, no longer hidden, after killing Yang Haoyu with a heavy hand, he disguised himself to escape from the Yang family, but Yang Kaihe noticed the flaw, and later was killed by Yang Wuxian with his magical powers. If it weren't for Bai Luoxi to summon his soul, where would there be today's Yang Jing. Bai Luoxi's kindness, Yang Jing remembered in his heart.

For some reason, Yang Jing at this moment suddenly felt a little emotional.

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Cold City, a magnificent beast that seems to be entrenched on the earth, looks at all the people and demons and beasts that come and go with cold eyes, it is quiet, silent, and depressing, and anyone who sees it will feel waves, or surprised, or surprised.

The eight-zhang high city wall is built with huge stones, and there are still dark red blood stains on the walls, which are the blood of the slaves who died during the construction of the city wall, and there are still remnants after more than ten years of sun and rain. The people who participated in or witnessed the construction of the walls in the early years are no longer alive, and no one can retell the scene at that time, and I don't know how many stories worth rapping have turned into mottled marks on the walls.

Looking at the city wall, Yang Jing had many stories in his heart, either magnificent or poignant, but who would care? Entering the city is to collect taxes, two small shells for one person, and three for mounts. I don't know when the city tax was raised, and no one has explored it, as long as it is observed.

The streets of the city are planned, even straight, with bluestone on the ground, drainage ditches on both sides, and then shops. There are several restaurants mixed in, two or three stories high, and people come in and out. As a wealthy city around, the streets of Hancheng are full of people, and many of them follow the big insect Black Panther. In a few people, Yang Jing sensed a strong qi and blood, most of them were cultivators, or they could be cultivators. Immortal cultivators do not manifest qi and blood, and without specific means or advanced realms, it is difficult to directly sense them.

At this time, Yang Jing sensed a particularly strong qi and blood. At the same time, the owner of the qi and blood also sensed Yang Jing, and walked towards Yang Jing, and stood far away, as if confirming something. Between this walk and stop, Yang Jing saw this person, a strong man like a little giant. The moment he saw the strong man's face clearly, Yang Jing turned around and fled, not daring to stop at all.

"Why do you have the breath of my people?"

The strong man stepped out in one step, spanning a large distance as if shrinking into inches, and caught up with Yang Jing in three or two steps, blocking in front of him, looking at Yang Jing condescendingly.

This familiar look!

Yang Jing's heart sank, and he asked calmly on his face: "Breath, what breath?"

"Huh, dare to kill my people, go to death!"

The strong man immediately made a move, and under the cover of the huge palm covered with rough and calluses, Yang Jing felt like he was locked, and any direction was a dead end.

"Flowing Cloud Slash!"

Yang Jing used his hand as a knife, used his real power, and slashed out against the giant palm.

"Block, you must block!"

Click··· The half-zhang knife was shattered and the arm was broken, but Yang Jingren used his strength to dodge the mortal palm and rushed into the crowd at great speed.

One palm did not kill Yang Jing, which surprised the strong man, and immediately strode to catch up, knocking all the people who were blocking the route into the air, spitting blood in his mouth, and falling to the ground and struggling a few times before he was declared dead.

Yang Jing didn't dare to look back, so he just ran forward. The strong man's extremely rich qi and blood were like a monstrous wave, surging towards him. Between two breaths, the strong man came behind Yang Jing, concentrated on his fist, and launched it flatly.

Great Terror!

Death horror!

Like syrupy viscous qi and blood, majestic and arrogant power, oppressing every nerve of Yang Jing, he could almost hear the screams and wails of his body functions, and his heart was suddenly shrouded in despair.

He is not afraid of death, he just hates, hates himself for being incompetent.

His pupils narrowed like black spots, and his blood almost coagulated, but his body still moved forward, even though it seemed to the strong man to be at rest.

"Evil animal, die!"

A sword light came from far and near, penetrating the strong man's left abdomen and taking him away.

At this time, Dongmen Ge rushed over, grabbed Yang Jing's shoulder, and flew towards the center of the city.

"If you dare to make trouble in my territory, you should be punished!"

A huge pale blue figure emerged from the void, and with a palm cover, it wiped out the injured strong man alive.

"The little elephant demon dares to go wild, it's really a death!"