The spirit beasts in the jungle belt are much denser than those on the periphery of the forest, but most of them are only first-order low-level spirit beasts, and carrying one outside is only enough for newcomers who have just entered the third layer of qi refining to practice, but if they fight in this jungle, it will be a different situation.

Originally, the monk had only half of his ability left in this complex environment, and the spirit beast took advantage of the home field to attack and retreat. If cultivators such as Qian Yang and Fat Man are good at talking to one or two spirit beasts in this environment, if there are too many, it will definitely be a big trouble.

Unfortunately, the blue-tailed monkey is a social spirit animal. And the monkey is most famous not for the disobedient blue tail, but for the strange habit of stalking.

Low-level spirit animals are generally not very intelligent, and blue-tailed monkeys are slightly smarter among them, and it is this cleverness that makes them have some different ideas in addition to following their instincts. Their limited intelligence is not enough for them to make a valid assessment of the meaning of their actions.

Blue-tailed monkeys are particularly fond of provoking or harassing monks passing by. As soon as the monk was found to be passing by, he was very excited. Calling on friends and companions, he launched round after round of attacks on the monks, even if they suffered heavy losses in counterattacks.

The irony was that the monkey did not attack the monk's belongings or even the monk himself. Even a chance victory would only exhaust the monk from torture, then scratch and bruise his body, put a few footprints on his head, and then depart happily, as if not so was enough to assert his existence.

Or maybe there are other unknown reasons, but in the monk's opinion, the blue-tailed monkey is such a ridiculous creature, though most of the time it is not laughable.

Blue-tailed monkeys are abundant in the jungle, usually in groups of dozens, roaming the forest all day. Once encountered by the monks, whether they win or lose, it is a fierce battle.

Qian Yang and the three of them are already going crazy, since the first monkey appeared, in the past three hours, the sneak attacks from all directions have not stopped, and the nerves that have been tense for a long time seem to be tense at any time. Qian Yang had several more blood marks on the back of his neck, and the fat man's cheeks were almost ripped open by a crazy monkey, even though the monkey's beast core was now lying in his Qiankun bag, it still couldn't stop the successors from continuing to attack.

Another blue-tailed monkey pounced on the fat man's neck from the bushes on the right side of the fat man, and when he saw that he was about to die, the fat man's huge body moved away, and a turquoise rattan in his hand was already wrapped around the monkey's abdomen. The blue-tailed monkey was startled and wanted to escape, but when it was blocked by the rattan, Qian Yang's spiritual fire blade slashed it in two. Immediately afterwards, two more monkeys flew from different directions, Tang Xiaoguo, who had been waiting for a long time, flew out with two wind blades almost without any gaps, one of the blue-tailed monkeys was cut off on the spot, and the other dropped a paw and fled in a hurry.

This is the biggest result of the three so far, and the successive battles have forced the three to accelerate their growth.

The battle continues, and there seems to be no end to it. It was already completely dark, and the three of them were already exhausted and had to rest. But even when it stopped, the harassment of the blue-tailed monkey continued tirelessly.

Several people were ruthless, and their spiritual power was exhausted, clearing a huge open space around them.

The blue-tailed monkey had no room to hide, and after throwing a few corpses behind, it finally stopped. This whole day of fighting, although the intensity is far inferior to the last time, but the consumption of the mind is more than equal.

didn't want to speak, and Miss Tang didn't even squeeze the fat man anymore. The three of them silently rotated pranayama and rest, and there were battles waiting for them tomorrow.

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Five days!

Even though they had anticipated the difficulty of the battle when they saw the first blue-tailed monkey, they never imagined that this group of blue-tailed monkeys would torture them alive for five days.

What was even more unexpected was that they themselves were able to persist under such sinister conditions.

It wasn't until a few people Huo Ran realized that they didn't seem to have been attacked for half a day, that they were sure that they had become the victors in this battle.

Compared with the embarrassment of the blue-tailed monkey on the first day, the three of them were obviously much more comfortable in the next few days, from the rush in the face of the sneak attack to the occasional victory, and then to the ease later, the three of them grew at an astonishing speed in this battle.

The loss of the blue-tailed monkey is also more than one day, and in the past five days, the three of them have harvested nearly 100 beast cores, and I am afraid that this rather large group of monkeys will be directly eradicated. A few of them can be regarded as clearing the way for other experienced monks, and its significance is probably no less than destroying the lost mountain giant ape.

It is undoubtedly gratifying if one's own growth can be accompanied by the well-being of others.

The good news followed, when the haze brought by the blue-tailed monkey dissipated, the three found that the original lush trees gradually became thin, and the light in front of them seemed to become clearer, and the mood that had been suppressed by the dark green for many days slowly became transparent.

Finally, the endless green in front of them was no longer endless, the wet black soil appeared in front of the three of them, and the fog began to become thinner.

"Yay!" the three men cheered.

After breaking away from the long battle, several people actually had a kind of joy for the rest of their lives.

found a dry place, and the three of them lay on the ground regardless of their image. The fat man stretched out his tongue as if he was exhausted: "What a beautiful black land! It is as dazzling as the black pearl on the grassland, let's take root here in the future, and never leave again!"

"What a bad analogy!" Qian Yang's face was full of disdain.

"He didn't dare to walk the jungle belt again on the way back. "Miss Tang shook her jade feet and shook her feet, and it was a word to beat the fat man.

Thinking of having to go again on the return trip, Qian Yang also had palpitations, and hurriedly changed the topic: "A short distance forward can reach the gravel beach, although it is a little troublesome to catch a gray bird, it is not difficult." Are we going west or east after that?"

"Listen to your plans!" The fat man completely handed over his more than 500 catties to Qian Yang.

"My plan is only to make gravel beaches, and the rest doesn't matter, after all, it's hunting along the Spirit River. Qian Yang replied.

"It's not long to the west that you'll reach the Blackstone Mountains, right?" Tang Xiaoguo's homework was still in place.

"Well, the Misty Forest is a narrow north-south direction, and crossing the Spirit River from here to the north will still be a boundless jungle. After about two days of heading west along the Spirit River, you will reach the Blackstone Mountain, which is the barrier to the western part of the Misty Forest. If you follow the river to the east, you can walk for more than ten days before entering the dark swamp. But neither the north of the Spirit River, nor the Blackstone Mountain, nor the swamp should be where we should be now. Qian Yang roughly sketched the current map.

"I've heard that there are some good things on Blackstone Mountain. Miss Tang's eyes lit up.

"It's dangerous there!" Qian Yang said to stop.

"I'm just greedy, I won't go!" Tang Xiaoguo looked in the direction of Heishi Mountain.

Qian Yang seemed to have a sense of foreboding.