"Mortals, after all, are still mortals! Killing you is still like stepping on an ant. ”

Monsoon was stunned and his eyes widened. I was really stunned by the scene in front of me. I saw the woman with five fingers and raised her hand. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning and thunder. All swirled and converged in her palm. The sand and dust on the ground, and the few dead trees that were there, were also swept into the air. Inhale into the palm of your hand and dissolve into nothing.

Monsoon's whole body was light, and he couldn't help but fly towards the center. Fortunately, the earth asked the sword to fly back at this time, and she quickly grabbed it before being brought back to the ground. He plunged his sword deep into the stone wall, barely being sucked in.

The man said, "Don't waste time here, our little sheep are gone." ”

The woman withdrew her hand, "Where are you running?" The man pointed with his hand, and the two quickly flew over. It seems that the monsoon is not taken to heart at all.

Monsoon touched the cold sweat, and saw that the gravel and dead trees beside him were gone, as if they had been washed. I can't help but marvel at this kind of power, beyond nature, beyond law. It seems that the power of mortals really can't fight the immortals......

-- The next day --

There were still three days left before the day of the plan of the law, and three people were dispatched.

The first is the "Star Shadow Assassination Force" ambushed on the way back from the north, trying to intercept his five older brothers.

The second way is to order Xingkong to lead the 3,000 elites of the World Alliance to Silent Gusen and recapture the "Infinite Qingyun". And also handed over to him the "Asking Sword", which ranked seventh in the list of 100 soldiers, because this sword was not forbidden by Silent Gusen, and when it came to it, it was the king.

The third path was an exceptionally powerful team, because it was a team composed of four great gods of the ninth rank of the Bigu Realm.

Like ghosts, they follow closely behind the Torture Sky and are not known to anyone.

——Grand Canyon of the North——

Monsoon patted the dust off his body, and he looked at the huge footprints on the ground. It was found that although the footprints were messy, they were generally heading south.

He remembered the spirit beasts on Hidden Dragon Mountain. Although they are also huge and vicious. But there is a strong aura around them, and the five sheep are clearly full of evil energy. This is a quarter of the resemblance to a mural on the Jishi Monument. But the monster on that mural is a four-like one. There are sheep's heads, cow heads, dog heads, and horse heads. Among them, the heads of sheep are very similar to these five.

Regardless, Monsoon still wants to make up for his mistakes. So he decided to hunt down the five sheep.

Strange to say, I chased all the way and traveled hundreds of miles, but all around was loess, and there was no life at all. Especially where the footprints passed, not even the withered stakes appeared. But that's fine, the sand records the tracks of the five sheep in detail, so that the monsoon will not be lost.

Walking through dry rivers, not a drop of water was found. Just when Monsoon himself was about to feel that he couldn't do it, a forest in front of him lit up his eyes. Through the chaotic footprints on the ground, it is possible to tell that the five sheep are scattered here. One continued on, and the other four walked into the forest.

This is a desert green boat surrounded by vast yellow sand, which can be swallowed by yellow sand at any time. But at least, it's survived until now. Looking closer, there seems to be something wrong with the aura of the forest. During this period, the miasma is pervasive and is very likely to be poisonous. And in the depths of the foggy forest, there is always a dead air, and it is unusually quiet.

This made Monsoon have to be wary. It's so quiet that there's no insects or birds.

Just when the monsoon was tangled, there was a sudden bird cry of "coo~coo~coo~" in the forest. Although it was a little weird, it also let go of the doubts in his heart a lot. Desperate to find a source of water, he walked in.

After walking in the sand for a long time, he enjoys this down-to-earth feeling. It's like landing in the middle of the sea, and it's so calm and peaceful.

As the monsoon moves inside, the fog grows heavier. His steps seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were about to lose sight of the road ahead.

"There can't be any monsters, right?" said Monsoon.

"Roar" came from nowhere. He raised his sword and looked around, but he was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he was obviously poisoned.

"It's not good, it's poisonous in the fog!"

Suddenly, the grass around him began to shake violently, a shaking that terrified Monsoon's heart, and his pupils dilated sharply, then narrowed sharply. In the mist, huge figures emerged from it. These eager eyes looked directly at the prey in front of them, as if they had been hungry for a long time, and they all rushed forward eagerly.

Monsoon didn't feel good, and he stepped back. But there are more monsters behind him. At this moment, not only are his limbs weak, but he can't even lift his true qi. Losing the protection of his true qi, the right hand holding the sword was also cut into the sharp hilt, and the blood kept dripping. This made Monsoon feel extremely desperate, and when these monsters saw it, they were even more excited.

I saw a crimson monster with strong muscles in front of me rushing first. It jumped up and swooped straight into the monsoon.

Although it hurts, I can't take care of it so much at the moment. He clenched his sword desperately, his body toppling, and he slid down. While dodging the attack, he raised his sword and slashed a hole in the monster's stomach, cutting a hole through the entire abdomen. The intestines in its belly, mixed with bright red blood, fell on the face of the monsoon, and the smell was extremely fishy.

He couldn't rest for a moment, and more strange-shaped monsters swarmed around him. Monsoon looked around and found that there were only the roads to the depths of the forest where there were the fewest monsters. He tore off a piece of his garment and wrapped his right hand around his sword. Because he knew that if he lost his cultivation, he would soon lose his grip on this sword.

"Ahh The cowardice and cowardice of the past could not be seen on his face at this moment. In the face of these monsters rushing towards him at great speed, he was also like a demon, rushing head-on.

A fallen leaf fell and was cut in half by the Jiwen Sword that passed by at great speed, and at the same time, a monster in front of it that was covered in red and had horns on its head was also cut in an instant, and then many monsters rushed towards the corpse and ate it.

It's strange to say that these monsters even eat their own kind. But that's fine, for every time Monsoon kills one, three or five go over to gnaw on the corpse, which makes him a lot easier.

Killing red eyes all the way, Monsoon was covered in blood. The jungle ahead was getting denser and denser, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and it was not even possible to see the road ahead.

The monsoon gets a little crazy. He frantically swung the sword in his hand, slashing his way through. Everywhere we passed, blood splattered and rained down, and the entire forest was dyed red. At the same time, he cut down large trees one after another, and the jungle was in shambles.

No one could have imagined that the cowardly monsoon, who was trampled under his feet and didn't dare to fight back, has now become like this. Perhaps, that monsoon is really dead.

Although he was a little out of his mind, he could still clearly see the dozens of spears shooting in front of him. Bending over, turning sideways, somersaulting, somersaulting, and dodging in an instant.

Behind him, many monsters were impaled with spears. Some were fixed to the ground, and some were stuck directly in distant trees, struggling.

After a long time, there were no monsters chasing after me. Monsoon took a breath and sat down against a large tree. Only then did he feel a tingling pain in his right hand, and he was about to untie it. But carelessly, habitually said:

"It's finally safe!"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and then began to collapse within a radius of ten feet.

"I—" he snapped his mouth. Before the place collapsed completely, he kicked his feet and leaped into the air. But at this moment, a bamboo fence inlaid with steel knives fell from the sky, covering the entire sky.

Monsoon raised his sword to block it, but it was violently shaken down. Seeing that there was no way to go above, the ground had completely collapsed, revealing a sea of swords with white light flickering, and it was no longer possible to stand on it. The upper is also dead, and the lower is also dead, and there is no way back at this moment.

At this point, it's bad enough. Unexpectedly, in all directions, countless steel spears kept shooting. This gave the monsoon a chance.

I saw him flip in the air and step on these oncoming steel spears. In the direction where the steel spear kept flying, he stepped away. But the bamboo fence above his head had already pressed down, and he saw that the sharp knife was about to be inserted into him.

Monsoon rolled over in the air, dodged the steel spear in front of him, kicked the bamboo railing, and shot forward at great speed. In the end, only a cut was made in the knee, and it fell to a safe place.

Just as he was about to get up, his neck was held by two bloody steel knives. But he breathed a sigh of relief.