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The leader of the scattered cultivation is also a person with some knowledge, and in the decades he has been wandering the rivers and lakes, he has seen all kinds of spiritual object atlases, models, picture books, and even real ground-level spiritual objects.

Therefore, he recognized the desolate beast in front of him at a glance.

No, not a beast, it's a spirit!

The desolate beast is a creature with flesh and blood, and it is a naturally raised existence, while the desolate spirit is an existence that has been channeled, controlled, and transformed into a spiritual object by humans!

There is only one word difference between the two, but for the spirit master, it is completely different.

The spiritual incarnation has a body comparable to that of a physical entity, cultivating to a high depth, and can even turn the void into reality and condense the true body, but it has many recognizable characteristics.

After the leader of the scattered cultivators recognized that this was a desolate spirit that had been channeled by people, he was frightened and puzzled in his heart, but his feet were involuntarily infused with spiritual yuan, and he jumped on the back of the tiger, urging frantically, and ran wildly.

He was so alert and vigilant that he didn't even bother to search for the treasure bag of the remnants of the soldiers that were almost at his fingertips just now, and several of the people in the gang were his cronies, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw this, but after reacting, he also hurriedly grabbed a few treasure bags by the sheep, and each jumped on his own mount and ran away.

"Wait for us!"

The others were also frightened, they didn't know what it was, but seeing that the body was so large and could be hundreds of feet away, it was of course important to quietly kill the terrifying beasts of several of them.

Seeing them fleeing, there was a smart banter in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry, just spit lightly, and another puff of green smoke spewed out, flying in the direction of everyone's escape.

"Ahh

Screams rang out one after another, and almost all of those scattered cultivators shrouded in green smoke were killed without any resistance.

But among them, there seemed to be a person with extraordinary talent, and he roared angrily, and a red glow like fire appeared on his body.

This red light shrouded the whole body, fiercely confronted the poisonous miasma, and even resisted the invasion of poisonous smoke.

But the fox soon caught up, and the huge beast paw fell with a bang.

With this palm, there was no suspense, and the person was directly smashed into pieces.

A human-level master, at most a leap of ten zhang, with a strength of a thousand jun, but the weight of the body size and weight of the fox is a hundred times that of ordinary spiritual objects, if it is not for forming a battle formation and obtaining the blessing of the vitality of heaven and earth, it will not be able to match it at all.

Everyone didn't even dare to turn back, but when they heard the screams of a few people and the dull loud noise, they could guess what was happening, and they couldn't help but be so frightened that they even used the strength to eat milk and accelerated with all their might.

"How can there be a desolate spirit here, how can there be a desolate spirit!"

"Boss, what the hell is going on?"

"Our brethren are dead, all dead!"

The entire gang, in an instant, there were only three people left, and this sudden change made the leader of Sanxiu feel like a hammer in his head, and the buzzing continued, but Sanxiu's long experience in training and wandering between life and death for many times still made him quickly force himself to calm down, think about the origin of the desolate spirit, and how to escape.

"Shut up, if you don't want to die, save some effort and run away!" The leader of the scattered cultivators paused, suddenly remembered something, and said with a pale face, "I know the origin of this thing, shepherd...... There must be a shepherd here nearby, and he is also eyeing the battlefield to use our flesh and soul to refine spiritual objects!"

The accomplice of the "Pastoral ......" was already panicked, and when he heard this, he was even more frightened to turn his face from blue to white, as if brushed with a layer of snow-white frost powder.

"Isn't that the messenger who herds spiritual objects for the Heavenly Rank masters......? It's really possible that this is ......" another accomplice also looked desperate.

The Pastoral Beings, a mysterious and low-key group in the world of the Imperial Spirits.

Strictly speaking, the various forces, the spiritual halls of the major sects, and the deacons who are in charge of grazing, wilding, training, and cultivation are also pastoral people, but what the world calls them refers specifically to those pastoral messengers who serve the masters of the heavenly rank.

Only the top powerhouses who are promoted to the Heavenly Rank will have enough spiritual objects under their command and have the value of cultivation and promotion.

Only the top powerhouses who have been promoted to the Heavenly Rank have the spare strength to support such subordinates and take care of all matters related to spiritual objects for themselves.

The Heavenly Rank masters have taken out the spiritual objects that they once had, but after being promoted, they have gradually taken a back seat, or among the new spiritual objects, they have enough potential for promotion and evolution, or rare and useful abilities, and use the incarnation recipe to condense the incarnation, and hand them over to such subordinates to take care of and stock.

If one day, the spirit creature becomes stronger, or its ability is needed by the Heavenly Rank master, it will be recalled and put to use again.

Such subordinates are called pastoral messengers, also known as pastoral messengers.

There are few heaven-level masters in the world, and there are naturally not many shepherds, but everyone has cultivation and strength above the ground level, otherwise it is difficult to do things for the heaven-level masters.

Each of them was in charge of at least one of the Earth Ranks, which could be called powerful and rare spirit objects, which were free-range by Heaven Rank masters, and were by no means comparable to idle spirit objects.

And the condition for them to become a shepherd, in addition to being trusted by the Heavenly Rank masters, they must also have the ability to communicate with spiritual objects and be able to favor spiritual objects.

In other words, the shepherd can drive the free-range spirit object of the Heavenly Rank Master to a certain extent, and use it to fight for himself.

With this alone, the strength of the shepherd is enough to reach the upper echelon of the ground, and he will not lose to any famous master, or even a famous person who has more than seven turns.

And they have heaven-level masters as backers, don't say that they lead beasts and cannibals like this, and kill a few loose cultivators casually, it is to slaughter the city and destroy the country, and few forces from all sides are willing to track it down to the end.

The leader of the scattered cultivation guessed that he was being targeted by the shepherd, because the desolate spirit was obviously larger than the average earth-level spirit thing, and the spirit yuan on his body also seemed to have a sense of grandeur that communicated with heaven and earth.

Sure enough, just as the leader of the scattered cultivation was thinking this, a middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray cloak and a cloak quietly appeared on the mountain in front of him.

The middle-aged man looked at them coldly on the other side, unabashedly his murderous intent.

This person's aura was very cold, very different from the spirit creature, but as his fingers poked into his mouth, and with a whistle, the fox leaped up, as if he was following orders, and soon flew to his side and sat down on the ground.

The three cultivators were bitter in their hearts, and their eyes also showed despair.

It turned out that the fox could easily catch up with them, but the deliberately slow chase was completely playing a game of cat and mouse.

But to the surprise of the three cultivators, the shepherd quickly withdrew his gaze from them and looked to the other side.

On the mountain range over there, a frost wolf with a snow-white body but strange black lines on his face appeared, and a cold young man in black clothes and long hair like a waterfall stood on top of the wolf's head.

That's Xiaobai, and Fang Qianyuan!