Terran!

Niu Er reacted immediately, followed the direction where the sword light disappeared, looked carefully for a long time, and finally found a clue. A large brown stone, which didn't look so smooth, and there was always some uneasy aura slowly wriggling in the shadows.

This place is already far away from the battlefield, and very few big demons pay attention to this place, and those injured demon cultivators are often separated from each other at a long distance, and they are not familiar with each other, so even if they disappear, they will not be surprised. The most important thing is that no one would have thought that someone would be bold enough to sneak into the rear of the demon clan.

What should I do? Niu Er was very entangled in his heart, after all, he used to be a human being, and now it is difficult to let him kill a person he doesn't know.

Suddenly remembered that half a year ago, those Terran monks looked at their eyes, there was only coldness, indifference, no kindness, not even a trace of mercy, ruthless and ruthless.

. Niu Eryi gritted his teeth and decided to kill the man.

First of all, I observed the terrain, and followed the grass of the mountain, step by step, approaching the stone, silently. Close to the range of twenty zhang, this is the limit range of his swordsmanship, if he gets closer, he thinks he can be sure to sneak attack the other party.

Suddenly, the luster behind the stone flashed, and the man actually revealed half of his body, staring straight in the direction of Niu Er, a pair of cold eyes shot out two cold lights, and a faint flying sword on his head was full of light, ready to shoot at any time.

Niu Er was a little dumbfounded, and in desperation, he straightened his upper body and faced the man from a distance. With a simple face, black hair tied back at the back of his head, and a black dress on his body, he is very secret and imperceptible in the night.

Just when Niu Er was about to sacrifice his life to die, he saw a trace of doubt in the man's eyes, took a closer look, nodded at him, and then pointed to the healing demon cultivator on the other side, and made a killing posture.

Isn't he like a demon clan? Niu Er scratched his head, smiled, and moved closer to the man again. His thoughts unfolded, and he also noticed that the monk's cultivation was about the middle stage of Jindan, and he was a little higher than himself.

When they were ten zhang apart, a thought came from the man: Daoyou, you and I are divided into two ways, each suicide demon, how about going back to report the sect's rewards equally?

Niu Er was stunned for a moment, replied with an agreed divine thought, but quietly released two sword rays in his hand, gathered the breath in it, and swam forward against the ground.

After a while, the man waved his hand to Niu Er again, signaling forward, but he couldn't wait for a response. At this time, his heart jumped suddenly, and he saw a brilliant sword rising from under his feet and stabbing into the lower abdomen.

The man was so frightened that he didn't have time to release the magic weapon in a hurry, so he rolled his body to the side and dodged the sword. only to find a headless corpse lying in place, looking so familiar, and then there was darkness in his mind.

Niu Er sat in the grass and gasped, killing for the first time in his life, there were always some indescribable feelings in his heart, some uneasy, some excited, and even a little secretly excited.

took the person's flying sword and storage bag, in addition to more than 100 spirit stones, there were more than 10 gold pills, and I thought that many demon clans had been assassinated.

In addition, there is an iron suit, which blooms with a faint luster, is cold in the hand, and is still a body protection robe, but the unlucky guy didn't have time to put it on, and he was killed by Niu Er's serial sneak attack.

At this time, a purple gold light rose from the sky above Niu Er, brilliant as day, a huge purple gold rattan net, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire sky, and sharp spikes were erected on the rattan, exuding a golden and iron luster, shooting countless rays of light into it.

In the middle of the net was a Terran monk, covered in mist, a black long sword, tearing the void, cutting out white marks on the purple gold rattan, and about to break out of the net in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the misty gray smoke that enveloped him also boiled, engulfing all the vine thorns that shot down, making a few slight screeching sounds, as if metal rubbing, and then calmed down.

A purple glow mingled among the vine thorns, silently appearing behind the monk, piercing into the smoke like lightning.

"Oops—"

A terrible scream spread throughout the battlefield, causing everyone to pause and look into the air.

Niu Eryuan stared at the two big black eyes, and found that the dense fog around the monk had dispersed, and he could faintly see that his left leg was as black as ink, his face was purple, and it was rapidly spreading to his whole body.

The black sword suddenly swelled, repelled the demon king on the opposite side, turned around, and wrapped the body of the Terran monk from the broken net, like a black lightning, fled to the north.

Suddenly, a huge crimson iron rod crossed the sky, crushed a piece of void, stretched out from the side, and smashed into the light, before it could scream, the broken body was torn apart and fell in all directions.

A one-foot-sized Yuan Infant on the spot, with a shocked look on his face, spewed out a mouthful of liquid essence, and the black short sword in his arms swelled with black light, breaking a black hole the size of a bowl in the void.

Yuan Ying hurriedly jumped into it with a short sword, and the void fluctuated for a while, recovering as before, making it impossible for people to pursue.

"Retreat—"

A loud voice came out in mid-air, and the Terran monks each forced their opponents away, harnessed various flying swords to escape the light, and hurriedly retreated, leaving behind a bloody corpse.

The demon kings did not pursue, and ordered their subordinates to clean up the battlefield and heal the wounded demon soldiers.

Niu Er lay far away in the grass behind a boulder, motionless, like a brown mound of earth.

Three feet away beside him, there was a bloodied corpse, with only one leg and half a waist. And Niu Eryi's shining eyes were staring at a small bag on his waist at the moment-the storage bag of the Divine Cultivator.

After a while, seeing that the demon soldiers were cleaning the battlefield all over the mountain, no one was paying attention, Niu Er jumped up, ran to the corpse, pulled through the storage bag, stuffed it into his arms, and then drove a breeze, all the way to the ground, and fled back to Wushan.

Back in the cave, Niu Er's little heart was beating wildly, if he was discovered, he would become a thief on the battlefield, which not only discredited Wushan's face, but also embarrassed his uncle.

took out the storage bag of the Avatar Monk and poked into it with his divine thoughts, a pair of bull's eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils flickered, shocking to the extreme.

There are not only the cultivation techniques of this monk, but also dozens of bottles of elixirs of the Transformation Stage, and nearly a thousand various spiritual grasses of various colors, which are bright and crystalline, exuding immortal golden light.

In addition, there was a pile of countless spirit stones placed in the corner of the bag, which shocked Niu Er, he didn't expect that a god-transforming monk would be so rich, more than the entire Wushan Mountain.

Even with his identity as the second young master of Wushan, there are only a dozen spirit stones for cultivation that are distributed every year, and compared with others, it is really heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took, Niu Er calmed down a little, breathed normally, and had some brilliance in his eyes, so he poured out all the items and examined them carefully.

There are more than 400 three-hundred-year-old spirit grasses, and nearly 500 five-hundred-year-old spirit grasses, and what makes Niu Er most pleased is that there are five thousand-year-old elixirs with extraordinarily strong spiritual energy www.biquge.info.

There are about 1,500 spirit stones, and in the corner of the spirit stones, there is a black flag inlaid with silver wire, the size of a palm, but it weighs as much as a thousand catties, and it is extraordinary at first glance.

Niu Er tried to input a trace of aura, but found that the small flag was as unfathomable as a bottomless pit, and it was tossed in every way, and there was no change at all.

Putting it aside for the time being, Niu Er read a few jade slips in the bag, and only then did he understand that this person was an elder called the Fallen Soul Sect, who cultivated a Falling Soul Flying Sword, specializing in hunting the Yuan Shen, which made people unguardable.

Then he borrowed from the poisonous beast's body protection Zhengang, and refined a poisonous gas magic weapon by himself, which was thought to be a layer of mist outside the body, and just in case, he also brought the treasure of Zhenzong - the Innate Wind Thunder Banner.

Niu Er picked up the palm-sized black flag, looked left and right, except for the slightly heavier weight, he really couldn't see that it contained a trace of innate qi that is rare in the world.

Putting down the rest, Niu Er picked up the jade slip that recorded the cultivation treasure book of the Fallen Soul Sect.

It is said that a monk discovered the cave of his ancestors in the mountains, and obtained his legacy exercise, the Falling Soul Technique, which is extremely powerful, sweeping thousands of miles, and difficult to have an opponent. Then he founded a sect and passed it down to this day.

The Soul Falling Technique is different from other exercises, but it is a cultivation of divine thoughts, supplemented by a special way to operate the true qi, and it is used between moves, specifically injuring the original spirit, making it difficult for people to detect, unable to prevent it, practicing to the depths, and killing people invisibly.

gasped, I didn't expect there to be such a weird exercise in the world, if I hadn't seen it today, if I had faced it myself, I was afraid that it would be more than lucky.

Sleepless all night, Niu Er carefully studied the characteristics and moves of the Soul Falling Technique, even if he couldn't cultivate, he could be prepared.

Early the next morning, before Niu Er went out, he saw Niu Yu hurrying back to the mountain, his slightly pale face, his face was full of sternness, and he said coldly: "Second son, you didn't listen to your uncle's words and went to the bottom of the mountain?"

"Huh?" Niu Er didn't expect that he didn't even bring spiders last night, so he sneaked to the foot of the mountain, cautiously, thinking that he didn't know the ghosts, but he didn't expect that his uncle would come to ask for the crime early in the morning.

Could it be that someone saw it, and then told the second uncle? Or did last night's fight alarm others? Secretly glanced at Niu Yu, Niu Er secretly guessed, but he didn't always think of where to reveal the hidden.

With a cold snort, Niu Yu shouted: "Don't think nonsense, do you think that the second uncle's cultivation of the god transformation period is purely a decoration?"

Seeing Niu Er's surprised expression, he continued: "Although the second uncle's cultivation is not high, his divine thoughts are not much worse than others, and it is more than enough to cover a radius of ten miles, as soon as you arrived at the foot of the mountain last night, I noticed it." ”

"More than ten miles?" Niu Er exclaimed, he didn't expect that the divine thoughts of the Transformation Stage were so powerful, and he was only about twenty zhang, which was really a world of difference.