Yang Junshan, who was speeding through the forest, suddenly stopped his body, and the sudden explosion in the distance made his heart sink, the giant monkeys in the valley were in danger, and listening to the tone of the person who spoke, Bacheng was also a demon cultivator, and at least a monk of the true demon realm.

Yang Junshan's hands stretched out and pressed down, his feet suddenly left the ground, and slowly rose towards the sky above the woods, after skimming off the flying supernatural power, he lightly controlled the Yuan Magnetic Treasure Light to minimize the fluctuation of spiritual power, and at the same time, Yang Junshan's eyes were frosted, and the situation several miles away fell into his eyes.

A bearded monk with a small figure but extremely wide shoulders, unusually long arms, and a slightly hunched back was standing on top of a gray cloud, and below him was the valley where the giant monkey clan had lived, and Yang Junshan could even faintly see that there was a turbulent air in the direction of the valley, and there were thunder flashes from time to time.

The bearded monk's eyes showed greed, and after speaking, he looked in the direction of the valley, and after finding that there was no response, a trace of annoyance flashed in his expression, and suddenly his arms stretched forward and clenched his fists, and then waved downward, at the same time, in the depths of the valley, there were suddenly two huge vitality palms formed, and then with the fierce wave of the bearded monk's arms, they smashed at the same time!

The loud noise that Yang Junshan had heard before sounded again, and when he looked at the bearded monk again, he saw that he turned around and fled without looking back at the moment of his attack, and the dense qi in the valley was hit by the giant hand of vitality, and soon a ball of thunder began to converge, and after a muffled thunder, the thunder light fell towards the place where the bearded monk had been before.

The bearded monk reacted quickly enough, but when the muffled thunder exploded, the splattering lightning still caught up with his figure.

The bearded monk's talisman qi surged, forming an air shield in front of him, but he was still trembling from the scattered thunder light, and he didn't look uncomfortable.

The bearded monk's trembling fingers seemed to open his mouth to think of scolding in the depths of the valley, but at this moment, a figure pulled away in mid-air, and finally converged not far in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of two or three miles.

Being approached without knowing it, the bearded monk's expression changed greatly, but at this time, he was a little numb because he had just been shaken by thunder and lightning, and he had no time to deal with this sudden crisis.

The mountain monarch seal had already been sacrificed high, and Yang Junshan's "Fantian Seal" used the mountain monarch seal as a medium and smashed it directly at the head of the bearded monk.

After all, the bearded monk cultivated a lot, and at the critical moment, he managed to avoid the vital point of the skull, and his whole body suddenly rose outward, and his body was covered with a layer of gold, and the mountain monarch seal fell at this time and smashed on his shoulder.

Yang Junshan heard a clear "click", and the bearded monk's left shoulder collapsed suddenly, and the whole person let out a terrible roar, and was smashed to the ground by the huge force of the fall of the mountain monarch's seal.

But before the bearded monk smashed to the ground, his falling body suddenly turned weirdly in mid-air, and a spear suddenly poked out from under his body, and the strong body of the sharpshooter instantly stretched to more than ten zhang, holding a little on the ground, the bearded monk's falling body suddenly changed direction, but glided and flew to the left at a faster speed.

And at the moment when the bearded monk forcibly moved his body in mid-air, a huge stone with flickering flames suddenly fell from the air, and the place where it fell was where the bearded monk might have fallen before.

"Huh?"

Yang Junshan fought with people, few people were able to avoid his serial strike methods, Rao was chased and killed by the Xuangang Realm monk on the ice field, and he was also forcibly broken by that person with his cultivation strength, instead of avoiding his magic power calmly so wonderful, therefore, Yang Junshan couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

At this time, a cry full of joy suddenly came from the depths of the valley, and Yang Junshan didn't care about it, and took two steps in a row under his feet, chasing after the fleeing bearded monk.

Seeing that Yang Junshan was flying fast, and was slowly closing the distance with him, the bearded monk looked fierce, and suddenly grabbed a handful of hairs from his head and blew them, and countless fluttering hairs suddenly turned into flying needles and opened a trace of white thread in mid-air, shooting towards Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan instinctively sensed that these hair needles were not easy to deal with, and the golden light around him swelled and swept away, and these close hair needles were suddenly swept away.

But it was just such a momentary delay, and the bearded monk flipped two somersaults in mid-air, obviously using a kind of demon cultivator's flying magic power, and this person plunged into the vast mountain mist, even if Yang Junshan used his Guanghan Spirit Eye, he couldn't see a trace.

When Yang Junshan turned around and returned to the valley, he met a kind of giant monkey that greeted him happily, and after seeing Yang Junshan, many giant monkeys stepped forward one after another, roaring loudly, making Yang Junshan's head a little big, but the joy between their expressions could not be concealed.

Finally pacified the group of giant monkeys, Yang Junshan glanced at the group of monkeys, but only saw Ba Xin, he knew that these giant monkeys could understand a lot of his words, so he asked, "Where is Bawu?"

The giant monkeys who were originally excited to jump up and down suddenly quieted down, and Yang Junshan's heart sank, and he said, "Dead?"

A group of giant monkeys shouted and shook their hands again, but saw Bhasin shout twice, and after the monkeys quieted down again, Bazin made a "please follow me" gesture, and the other monkeys got out of the way.

At this time, Yang Junshan noticed that in just four or five years, Ba Xin had grown from the fifth level of the Demon Beast Realm when he received the inheritance of the Great Divine Power Demon Cultivation all the way to the third peak of the Spirit Demon Realm, and he was only one step away from being able to advance to the late stage of the Spirit Demon Realm.

In addition to Ba Xin, there are more than ten of the monkeys who have cultivated to reach the Spirit Demon Realm, and even three who have cultivated to reach the second level of the Spirit Demon Realm, Yang Junshan even looks a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that these three demon monkeys were the five demon monkeys who had the fastest condensation of demon qi at the beginning.

The growth rate of this kind of cultivation was staggering even when Yang Junshan compared to it back then.

Yang Junshan suppressed the shock in his heart, and walked towards the depths of the valley under the leadership of Ba Xin, where the original aura was filled with flashing thunder, but at this time, with Yang Junshan entering, it slowly opened to both sides.

The valley that was originally full of green trees and fruits was a mess at this time, and there were even giant monkey tattered corpses on both sides of the river in the middle of the valley, which seemed to have been for several days, even in the cool weather in Liangzhou, it began to gradually decay, and some giant monkeys automatically broke away from the monkey group and began to pack up the bodies of their companions, Yang Junshan could even feel the sadness that permeated the monkey group.

It looks like they've been trapped here for some time, and the corpses of these giant monkeys must have been discarded by the bearded monk all the way down.

After stepping into the dense aura in the depths of the valley, Yang Junshan carefully felt the guardian array laid by this great divine power demon cultivator with his own fallen corpse as the foundation of the formation, but suddenly found that this great array seemed to be much lighter than the coercion he felt when he first entered the valley.

Thinking of the rapidly growing cultivation of Ba Xin and other monkey demons, Yang Junshan secretly wondered if it was not because the formation fed back to these monkeys too much, but instead led to the reduction of the power of the formation itself?

However, thinking of the previous movements of the bearded monk, it seemed that he was deliberately triggering the counterattack of the large array, and even at the expense of being paralyzed by the sputtering thunder, Yang Junshan had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Just as the thought in Yang Junshan's heart flickered, the waterhole in the deepest part of the valley appeared in Yang Junshan's gaze again, and at the same time, there was also a huge quilt, and the demon cultivator power who sat here in front of the stone tablet.

However, to Yang Junshan's surprise, the demon cultivator who didn't know that he had been sitting here for hundreds of years but had never been corrupted in the flesh had turned into a skeleton at this time.

However, even if there was only one skeleton left, Yang Junshan could still feel the suffocating coercion from it, but compared to four or five years ago, it was obviously much weaker.

Yang Junshan thought about it for a while and had an answer, in fact, it was very simple, this demon cultivator corpse was the foundation of the valley guardian array, and now that the array itself had been weakened to such an extent, this corpse naturally began to decay.

Yang Junshan and Ba Xin crossed the stone monument and found that several stone depressions had been excavated on a stone slope at the end of the waterhole, which were filled with liquid and exuded a thick atmosphere, thinking that several injured giant monkeys were soaking in the monkey wine of the stone depression at this time, and one of the giant monkeys with a body that looked obviously larger was the leader of the monkey group, Ba Wu.

Seeing Yang Junshan, Ba Wu waved his hand excitedly, but Yang Junshan could still sense that Ba Wu's aura around him was obscure and sluggish, obviously because of internal injuries.

But even so, Yang Junshan could still feel that Ba Wu's cultivation at this time had reached the Great Perfection realm of the Spirit Demon Realm, almost two realms higher than Ba Xin, but with the surprise he had on Ba Xin and the other monkeys before, when he noticed Ba Wu's cultivation at this time, his surprise was no longer as obvious as before.

"Hurt?"

Yang Junshan walked to a few stone depressions and looked at the stone stick on the edge of the stone depression where Ba Wu was, a stick that still looked very ordinary, but Yang Junshan knew that this was at least a magic weapon no less than a treasure.

Monkey wine strengthens the body and bones, and even has a miraculous effect on the treatment of external injuries, but the injuries on Ba Wu's body are mainly internal injuries, and soaking in this monkey wine does not have much effect on the recovery of his injuries.

Yang Junshan drew in the storage ring for a while, there were still a few healing pills in the spirit level, picked up the best one for Ba Wu to swallow, and looked at the injuries and cultivation of several other injured giant monkeys, and selected a few spirit pills, and told them to swallow and refine, Yang Junshan then asked about the festival between the giant monkey tribe and the bearded demon cultivator.

Tong Guò Ba Wu wrote simple words on the ground in demon script, and Yang Junshan roughly understood what happened, which was almost a process of luring wolves into the house. R1058