After a few days of buffering, the influx of people in the Forest of Retreat was decreasing, and everyone's hot minds began to cool down, and the number of people entering the Forest of Retreat was also decreasing.

Where there are people, there are stories, and it is especially realistic and cruel in the spiritual world. There are many people who enter the Forest of Return, and human life is the least valuable in the cultivation world, so there are many people who stay in the Forest of Return.

In this deadly forest, some people find treasures in it, some people kill in it, some people hunt, and some people are hunted...

In a very ordinary corner of the Forest of Seclusion, a young monk who was only of the fifth order looked at the hundred-year-old Wuzhi in his hand with joy. I thought: "I'm going to get rich, this Uzhi can be sold for ** low-grade spars." ”

But he forgot one thing, that is, now that he is in the Forest of Seclusion, he will not necessarily die if his wealth is not exposed, and he who exposes his treasure will definitely die.

"Poof" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the object sounded, and he held the Uzhi in his hand, the smile on his face had not completely disappeared, and the young monk only felt a tingling pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw a sharp blade in his chest piercing through it, slowly sliding down the sharp line of blood. His face was full of unwillingness, and he reached out to grab the deadly weapon.

The 'poof' sharp weapon was pulled out directly from behind him, and he only felt a sense of emptiness in his body. The young monk's eyes were wide open, and his body fell to the left. He didn't know what the murderer looked like until he died.

Without the slightest hesitation, the murderous monk behind him stepped directly over the young monk's corpse, snatched the hundred-year-old Wuzhi that the young monk was holding tightly until death, stretched out his hand into his arms, turned around and left quickly・・・・・

Things like the above happen a lot in the Forest of Retreat, and several of them happen every day. The reason why the Forest of Retreat is called Returning to the Void is to take the meaning of the ghost having no return.

In addition to the demon beasts in the Forest of Return, the most important thing to watch out for is the monks of the same kind. More people have been killed by monks here than by monsters. The law of the jungle is vividly displayed.

Walking alone in the dense forest, this person has a wide forehead and an ordinary appearance, a bronze complexion, and a strong body. This person is really popular after a makeover.

and the image of a handsome, fair-skinned, slender scholar in front of him is almost like two people.

Being able to become so reliable is not an illusion, nor is it a disguise technique. It is the purple true qi in Feng Yang's body, don't forget, the purple true qi is integrated into every cell of the body, and under the extreme pain of cutting bones and shaving flesh, using the true qi to pull the cells to move, Feng Yang has completed the amazing act of makeover.

There is also a price to be paid for, as it is necessary to separate a part of the true qi to maintain the status quo at all times, and the maintenance of this image is also depleting to the body, and the longer the time, the greater the damage to the body's cells.

With Fengyang's current physical strength, maintaining this image for a day will not cause irreparable damage, but it is difficult to say for more than a day.

Feng Yang, like an ordinary hunter, hunts demon beasts as usual, collects demon beast materials, packs them in packages, and carries them on his back.

You can smell the bloody breath in the package behind him from a long distance, and it is precisely because of this situation that Feng Yang did not encounter too much entanglement along the way.

After all, an eighth-order cultivator who didn't even have a storage bag, even if he robbed him, the biggest possibility was that the gains outweighed the losses.

Even passing the patrol level of the Black Tiger Gang was very smooth, and it passed without the slightest twist and turn.

When I went to the towering walls of Storm City again, Feng Yang didn't know what it was like in his heart. But now there is no way back.

Otherwise, if you retreat, you have to live a wandering life like before. But in that case, Li Ying'er's hopes may also be disappointed, and she and she risked their lives to come here.

If the relationship between the two is dull, or they are strangers, that's fine. It's just that Li Ying'er is her sister now, not to mention that she may risk her life, even if she has only a glimmer of life, she will not give up.

Feng Yang resolutely walked into the Storm City.

Walking to the door of Taiyue's house, Feng Yang's heart relaxed a lot, because there were many people around watching here. It shows that the two girls should not have had an accident yet.

'Bell, bell...' Feng Yang knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door for a long time, and Feng Yang's heart became very impatient again.

Just when Feng Yang was waiting in a frustrated and impatient manner, he was about to break into the door.

The door of the "squeak" room was opened, and it was Li Ying'er, who was calm and steady, who opened the door. Feng Yang's heart is also happy.

Li Ying'er saw that the person who knocked on the door did not know her at all, and she was about to close the door immediately.

Feng Yang's hands were quick, and when he saw that Li Ying'er was about to close the door, he immediately pressed his left hand against the door, and pulled out a short sword with his right hand, which was pressed against her snow-white neck. He was afraid that Li Ying'er would resist, so he hurriedly said: "Ying'er is me, don't resist." ”

Li Ying'er obviously heard Feng Yang's voice, and she was about to smile when she saw her.

Feng Yang immediately threw away the short sword in his hand, pushed her right hand on Li Ying'er's chest, and pushed her towards the courtyard. But when he thought about whether he had made more strength, he hurriedly reached out to pull her.

Between pushing and pulling, only to hear the sound of 'stabbing' and tearing the cloth, Feng Yang looked down and saw that the sleeve of Li Ying'er's right hand was torn off by Feng Yang, revealing a snow-white jade arm.

But this is just right, he originally wanted Li Ying'er to cooperate with him to act in a scene!

But that's just the way it goes.

casually threw the half sleeve in his hand behind him, like a pervert, Feng Yang hurriedly pounced on Li Ying'er, and closed the open door by the way.