The sun had not yet risen, and the gray sky had added a little brightness, and it had a bit of a blank taste. The air www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was filled with the coolness of the dawn period, and the monsters threw down the corpses all over the ground and quietly retreated, and the chaotic atmosphere of the night seemed to have become a little docile.

Dawn has arrived.

Han Yuan slowly stood up. Silver and the blue snake were feasting not far away, although they were also injured, but those injuries were nothing to the demon beast, and the process of eating was healing. Han Yuan glanced at them, let them go, and turned his head to look at his body.

The three spirit beads just now really gave him a lot of damage, which was equivalent to three full attacks by a monk who had completed his qi training, and they fell on him without defense, if it weren't for the lack of moon cold iron armor to block part of the attack for him, he was afraid that it would be even more miserable.

Even so, Han Yuan now felt a dull pain all over his body. On the broken robe, the blood has coagulated to brown, both his and Liu Danjiao's. The small wounds all over the body had formed bloody scabs, but the large scars were still turning outward with flesh and blood, and the bones were visible. This is not a one-time effort, even if it is a good healing pill like the Rejuvenation Ganlin Pill, it is impossible to cure it immediately.

Han Yuan was not surprised by this. Anyway, he is now at the twelfth level of Qi training, and his spiritual power has penetrated through the twelve main meridians to achieve a complete Great Zhou Tian, and his strength has not only doubled compared to before. Even if he is wounded now, his actual combat power is only higher than before. Yes, he didn't feel anything. After all, injuries are commonplace for Han Yuan.

The robe had long since been shattered from the previous battle, revealing Han Yuan's sturdy body, faintly revealing the muscles that had been cultivated in the last few months. However, he did not have the habit of running naked, so he immediately tore off the rags hanging on his body, and took out a clean robe from the storage bag and changed it.

It was not only the robes that were destroyed, but also the Missing Moon Cold Iron Armor, after continuously resisting the Frost Sacrifice, the Burning Spirit, and the three Evil Spirit Beads, finally completed its mission as a defensive magic weapon and came to the end of its life.

Han Yuan glanced at the Missing Moon Cold Iron Armor, which had been shattered into several pieces, and a deep sword mark could be faintly seen. Reaching out and caressing it, it was still cold and piercing, and the ice spiritual power on it had not yet dissipated, which couldn't help but surprise Han Yuan. This sword mark is from the Frost Sacrifice, if it weren't for this fatal blow, the Missing Moon Cold Iron Armor would be a top-grade defensive magic weapon, and it would not have been completely damaged in just a few clicks.

It can also be seen from this that the grade of the Frost Sacrifice is far higher than Han Yuan imagined. That corpse's random blow can damage the high-grade magic weapon to this point, and in his hands, with the sword technique and spiritual power, what kind of power can it exert? As long as Han Yuan thought about it, he felt his heart surge. Compared to the Frost Sacrifice Sword, the three magic weapons destroyed this time were nothing.

Confirming that the Missing Moon Cold Iron Armor was completely damaged, Han Yuan had no intention of keeping it, and was about to throw it away directly, when his fingertips inadvertently touched a crack, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

This rift, with a little rounded arc, is smooth to the touch, not like it was caused by the damage just now, but like someone deliberately chiseled it. Han Yuan was stunned for a moment, lifted it high, and squinted his eyes slightly at the sun.

Some of the old cracks were carefully hidden in the inner lines of the Missing Moon Cold Iron Armor, and even used formation inscriptions to cover them up. If it hadn't been for the fact that it had almost broken apart this time, I'm afraid no one would have noticed that thin crack at all. Such a careful way of concealment, and then recalling the abnormal behavior of the silver at the beginning, made Han Yuan even more curious.

Could it be that this seemingly ordinary standard magic weapon, is there really any secret?

Han Yuan's hands condensed his spiritual power, and slowly broke it along the crack. To his surprise, hidden in the depths of the crack was a jet-black bead the size of a dragon's eye.

Han Yuan held it in his hand, this bead was not transparent, and he did not feel any spiritual power fluctuations, as if it was a stone rounded, without the slightest speciality. Han Yuan stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't see the reason, and when he was about to put it in the storage bag, the silver had climbed up along his trouser legs.

Han Yuan paused for a moment, smiled and handed over the beads in his hand: "What, do you want it?"

Of course, it was impossible for Silver to understand his words and answer. But looking at the way the little guy desperately pinched it with pliers and put it in his mouth, it was clear that this bead was a good thing. It's just that what makes Han Yuan laugh is that the silver is only the size of a child's palm, and its small mouth can't swallow it no matter how big it is, so it can only watch the beads dripping around around its mouth.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you when I go back. Han Yuan shook his head helplessly, unwilling to delay any more time here, put away the beads, casually carried the silver that he was still reluctant to give up to his shoulder, and called back the blue snake that was full of food and drink.

After the exhaustion of last night's breakthrough, the poison in the storage bag was almost exhausted, just to make room for it, leaving an empty storage bag to put the demon corpse in. After several battles, the Lunar Moon Blade also had a slight crack, and it was obviously on the verge of collapse. Han Yuan thought about it, and simply took the white bone dagger of the medium-grade magic weapon from Liu Danjiao's hand and replaced it.

As for the rest, he didn't move. First, Han Yuan couldn't look down on Liu Danjiao's bewitching female magic weapons, and secondly, he didn't want to cause more trouble. Although there have always been many unlucky people with weak strength who have become members of the Dry Bone Plains in the outer gate monthly examination, if something happens to a leader like Liu Danjiao, it will inevitably cause some twists and turns. Once it is traced to himself, the punishment of the sect is better to say, Liu Danjiao's parents will definitely not let him go.

Now that there is still one day left before the end of time, Han Yuan is not willing to go back and leave the huge treasure house of the Dry Bone Plain. Anyway, the corpse had already arrived, so he simply searched for valuable elixirs and poisons nearby, and he really had some gains.

The white bone dagger slashed an arc in the air, and the palm-sized Hearteater beetle let out a crisp sound, and the jewel-like round shell immediately flew up and landed in Han Yuan's hand, making him smile a little. Don't look at this thin round shell, but it is a good material for refining demonic weapons, and it is very valuable. This neighborhood seems to be a gathering place for Hearteater beetles, which has made Han Yuan a great harvest.

But it's weird. There seemed to be a particularly small number of demon beasts in this area, and Han Yuan had only encountered two or three of them after a few turns here. There are a lot of poisonous insects all over the body, and they crawl among the bones all over the ground, making this place even more desolate than the rest of the place. Such an abnormal situation can't help but make Han Yuan also vigilant.

Putting away a dozen insect beetles, Han Yuan looked at the sky, gloomy as if he was about to enter the night again, and couldn't help frowning. It's not too early now, and this area is also a little weird, so it's better to rush back to the sect first.

There seemed to be a buzzing sound in the distance, louder and louder, from far to near, and it sounded irritating. If Han Yuan looked back and looked back at this moment, he could see that there was a black and red cloud in the sky in the distance, coming in his direction. Wherever the black clouds passed, all living things vanished, leaving only the ground with cracked bones.

Before Han Yuan could take a few steps, he heard a faint humming sound. He frowned, and the white bone dagger waved down with aura, and there was an extra mosquito the size of a palm on the ground.

The mosquito was the size of a palm, and its blood-sucking mouthparts were half an inch long, black with bright red lines, as if blood was flowing through it, forming a distorted grimace. Although it is just a mosquito, it has the cultivation of the three layers of Qi cultivation, and its vitality is even more tenacious. He had just been cut off his wings, and he was still struggling to the ground, as if he wanted to stand up on his six thin long legs.

Han Yuan stared blankly at the mosquito on the ground for a while, and then he shook his whole body and ran away!

Vampluster mosquitoes!

Ordinary mosquitoes are already disgusting and helpless in the mundane, and the bloodthirsty ghost mosquito in the cultivation realm can be called a nightmare for all living beings. The strength of this kind of mosquito is not very strong, most of them are at the second or third level of Qi cultivation, and ordinary monks can easily solve it. However, this terrible mosquito has always been a group action, and once the mosquito swarm attacks, even the foundation building monks will flee from the wind.

A vampluster mosquito is nothing more than a knife thing. But what about ten, hundreds, or even thousands? Once they fall into their encirclement, and are touched by their long mouthparts, and a mosquito takes a bite, an elephant will be reduced to a dry corpse in an instant, and even the monks of the foundation will not want to escape. No wonder there are no monsters here, some are just poisonous insects clad in carapaces, presumably this is the base camp of this vampthirsty mosquito, and all other creatures with blood have long been sucked dry by them and turned into corpses on the ground.

At this moment, Han Yuan had only one thought in his heart, and that was to escape!