The dialect stood firmly on the hillside, and from time to time the shadow went over to look at the situation and see what was going on there, and then reported back to the dialect. At this moment, he is ready to attack, just wait for the two of them to be at the end of their rope before they can use a strong hand, no matter how strong they are, how can they resist when they are exhausted.

The two of them who were struggling with the demonic beast didn't know how to know that the dialect's plan had been known from the moment they were surrounded, but what could they do, but they were in a hurry but helpless. A ** demonic beast fell, and in an instant, it was occupied by the demonic beast behind it, and the two of them were densely surrounded by all kinds of fierce demonic beasts.

In such a situation, it is impossible to fight a bloody way, facing a herd of beasts that have little intelligence but are not afraid of death, they can only fight to the end, unless they can fly in the demonic qi, there is no way to escape from here. The two of them used to be frequent visitors to this kind of place, and when they were at the peak of demon hunting, they were also in and out of demonic qi all year round, and they were well versed in the habits of demonic beasts.

Because of this, this made them even more frightened, and they didn't dare to go all out when they joined forces, always paying attention to saving mana and physical strength, and any panic was the way to death. Besides, the dialect that they hated must be nearby at this moment, even if they kill all the demonic beasts in front of them, if they don't spare any strength, they will also become fish and meat under his sword.

But this kind of shrinking made their situation even more difficult, although the demonic beasts surrounded around them were difficult to get close for a while, but the speed of killing demonic beasts gradually slowed down. At this moment, the two of them are in a dilemma, and if they want to conserve their strength, they will fall into a long and bitter battle, which is very unfavorable to the two who are already very tired.

And to kill a large number of demonic beasts as soon as possible, the consumption in a short period of time will be very large, especially the consumption of mana, but here in the demon land, you can't get any spiritual energy supply, and you can only rely on the pills you carry to recover some spiritual power. Not to mention the slow recovery speed in battle, it will also waste valuable medicinal power in vain, and it is impossible to stop the battle and refine the elixir with all his might.

The situation in front of them did not allow them to think too much, and what made them even more uncomfortable. Even if you pay attention to saving mana, it can't last long, the two of them are pure spiritual cultivation, just to maintain it and not let the demonic energy invade the body, you have to consume a small amount of mana all the time, and you don't feel it, but at this time it has become a fatal weakness.

The surrounding demonic beasts became more and more surrounded, and the bloodthirsty nature was gradually stimulated in front of the fallen beast corpses. The furious roars came and went, making the two of them even more upset. Half a day later. The corpses of the demonic beasts in front of the two of them had piled up, and the pungent bloody qi filled all over the surroundings, and the beast blood flowed everywhere, converging into a trickle.

The two of them are worthy of being monks in the late stage of foundation building, and the dantian has been transformed into a spiritual fetus, and the amount of spiritual power that can be contained far exceeds that of a mid-stage monk. This is also the strength of the late-stage monks, even if the power of the spell is not considered, the depth of the mana alone is not comparable to the middle stage of foundation building, and it is quite surprising that Fang Yan can persist until now.

But they're almost at their limit. If it hadn't been for the pursuit and killing of physical strength a few days ago, maybe it wouldn't have been so embarrassing at this moment, but I blamed myself for being too light on the enemy at that time, and was deceived by the illusion of interlocking dialects, otherwise how could there be today. About to fall into a desperate situation, the two couldn't help but be sad and indignant, and they didn't want to fight eagles all year round but were pecked blind by eagles. I thought that nine out of ten things had ended like this.

Even when they reached this step in the field, the two of them were still unwilling, and they held on to their deaths, while stuffing a large handful of pills into their mouths, and then mechanically using spiritual weapons to harvest the demonic beasts that dared to approach. Those who can cultivate to such an extent. Mo is not a person with a firm will, not to mention that both of them are from a family, which step is not to rely on their own hard work.

Even the dialect admires the two of them a little, this kind of perseverance is by no means the kind of monk who has a smooth journey can have, all of them are people who have been tempered a lot, and the dialect has a deeper understanding of this, if it weren't for the two people's bad skills. and the evil thoughts are too heavy to chase and kill here, and the dialects are a little sympathetic to them, and the fairy road really can't make a mistake.

And the more such people, the more they have to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and they have the deepest understanding of this kind of people's mental dialects, and it is impossible for them to reconcile with each other for any reason, and only by completely eradicating the other party is the end. Counting the time when the two of them were besieged, Fang Yan looked at it with complicated eyes, and then walked forward slowly, ready to find a place to attack at any time.

About two hours have passed, and the two of them can no longer hold on, in fact, at this moment, most of the demonic beasts have been destroyed, and with the help of the layers of demonic beast corpses, it is more conducive to them to deal with the demonic beasts. It's a pity that their mana and physical strength are completely exhausted, and the pills on their bodies are all gone, and even the spirit stones they carry have been turned out by them and spread under their feet, and the methods that can recover a little spiritual power have been used by them.

But these are still useless, in the face of the crazy influx of demonic beasts, the two of them have more and more difficulty to deal with, and the items that can be used to attack on their bodies are also exhausted. It's just that the outcome of this battle was already in no suspense at the beginning, except that the tenacity of these two people surprised Fang Yan, but that's all.

"Dialect thief, even if Lao Tzu dies, it won't be cheap for you, and you don't want to know who Lao Tzu is. I can't kill you today, it's really hateful, even if I am a ghost, I won't let you go, you kid wait!" A loud shout suddenly came, and then Fang Yan heard a loud rumbling sound in the distance, and then a burst of miserable hissing.

"What's going on there?" Fang Yan couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly ordered the Shadow to investigate. After a short time, the shadow came to report that the battle had ended, and the two monks were nowhere to be seen, only a large group of demonic beasts were fighting for the corpses all over the ground.

"No, do they also have a teleportation charm? No, listening to the meaning of the person just now, it seems to be a desperate word. Confused, Fang Yan gathered the shadow and flew over, and soon came to the sky above the battlefield. Sure enough, I saw a large group of demonic beasts fighting each other, and the ground was covered with dirty blood and broken corpses, but the two of them were nowhere to be seen.

This reassures Fang Yan that with the actions of these two people, if he escapes, he will never let himself go, leaving such a hidden danger will make him feel uneasy, and he will not be able to rely on his master to solve it for him. It was impossible to flee like this, and why did they wait until this time to flee, wouldn't it be better to leave sooner?

"Hey, what is that?" In mid-air, Fang Yan suddenly found a few faint spiritual breaths on the ground, which would never appear in such a place with deep demonic energy, and one of them also emitted a subtle luster, like the unique color of spiritual materials. To be careful, Fang Yan circled around the area, and made the same discovery in several places, and his movements also caught the attention of the beast, and let out a roar at him.

Could it be that these two people were torn to pieces by the demonic beasts, and even their spiritual weapons were not spared, how could this be possible, how could these demonic beasts have such a powerful attack power, and they could actually smash all the spiritual weapons into pieces? Anyway, there was no trace of the two of them in this place, and after the dialect fell far away, it sent a dark shadow to let it lure the remaining demonic beasts away, so that it could investigate there.

The strange situation here made him a little worried, and he always had to see it clearly before he could be sure, if those two really escaped, Fang Yan must be more careful in the next trip. Soon the large group of demonic beasts dispersed, and I don't know what method the shadow used, Fang Yan slowly came there, and before he could get close, he smelled a disgusting thick bloody smell.

The ground was a mess, scattered with flesh and sludge, and the ground was glowing with a strange crimson, and lightly stepping on it was like being in a swamp, and a thick layer of demonic beast flesh and blood was piled up on the ground. Fang Yan first sacrificed the soul card, not long after the battle, there must be a lot of living souls left here, and for the sake of safety, he summoned the black demon and guarded it beside him.

"Ah, what the hell is this!" a terrible scream came from a soul, and the dialect was real, this soul actually looked like the slender monk. Immediately afterwards, the primordial spirit of the monk who came with him was also captured by the soul card, and begged for mercy under the pull of bursts of golden halos.

Under the halo of the Dao, the wind was miserable, and in the howl of ghosts and wolves, the souls and gods in this place were all sucked up by the soul cards, and what happened here was also guessed by the dialect. The spirit weapon blew itself up, and at least one of the two blew up the spirit weapon sacrificed by his blood, otherwise this place would never have become such a scene.

As the man said, in this way, the dialect could not know the origin of the two, and before he died, the man was still taking care of his family, lest he be angered by the dialect, so he simply used this method to erase all traces. This is a typical family cultivator's doing, after all, Fang Yangui is a personal disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, and it is not complicated to settle accounts with the family behind him with the help of the sect's power.

Can you erase everything by doing this, this makes Fang Yan even more suspicious, and if you want to find out the origin of these two people, the various forces in the Qingyuan Sect are intertwined, don't be confused and be plotted by someone and not know it. It's a pity that the dialect is too different from the cultivation of the two, otherwise he would really want to search the soul of one of them and find out if there is someone behind this matter.

Completely expanding his divine sense, Fang Yan released the purple-pupiled beast again, ordering it to search for spiritual objects everywhere, not even a little spiritual breath. Searching for spiritual objects on the foul-smelling ground, the purple-eyed beast made an anthropomorphic disgusting expression, but it still came to the ground lightly and spun around.

It took an hour for Fang Yan to search the area carefully, and he didn't find a few useful items, but he found a lot of magic crystals, soaked in the blood of beasts and dyed red. Looking at the broken object in his hand, Fang Yan's face was a little ugly, but when he finished checking a broken black wooden stick, his face showed a hint of joy.

"And this jade slip, the eye-clearing technique, what kind of spell is this?" This wooden stick is like a broken piece, but it is not a mortal object, but an object that can record information like a jade slip. And it can still survive under the huge power of the self-explosion of the spirit weapon, which shows that this thing is unusual, and it should have a good history.

Fang Yan quickly glanced at it, and what was recorded in it was a secret technique, but it was an extremely remote spiritual eye technique, called the Clear Eye Technique. The secret art is used in the ancient seal script throughout, and I didn't expect this to be an ancient jade slip, but fortunately, the dialect is rough enough to understand this kind of text, and I quickly took a rough look at this secret art.

"It's a bit interesting, cultivating eyesight is very interesting, no wonder that person can see his Blood God Sword clearly in an instant, it turns out that he has cultivated such a secret technique. The dialect muttered to himself, weighing what this secret technique could be used for, and what it could learn from him. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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