"Let's go up together and destroy this Netherworld Xuanhu together!" The first group of monks who had a great consummation of Qi cultivation period shouted, and he sacrificed the flying sword in his hand and hit the Netherworld Xuanhu.

His words made the people who were already in chaos come forward one after another, each of them sacrificed the magic weapons in their hands, and fought with them, but looking at the frightened faces of everyone, it can be clearly understood that their mood is not calm.

"Roar!"

The Netherworld Tiger roared angrily, and a cloud of flames erupted, and at the same time, the huge body, with a bang, crashed into several monks.

"Boom!!"

Those monks didn't have time to hide at all, although they sacrificed the magic weapons and aura in their hands one after another, but under the anger of the Netherworld Tiger, they also fell one after another.

In particular, the flames spewed out by the Netherworld Xuanhu carried some Netherworld Qi, and there was a lifeless feeling, which made people very uncomfortable and could affect people's hearts.

Fan Xiaodong's face remained unchanged, mixed in with everyone, but he didn't do his best, it's not that they have sympathy, sympathy for the weak, as long as Fan Xiaodong makes a move, he can be easily killed, but Fan Xiaodong knows that such a group of people are mixed together, as long as they make a move, they will expose their identities.

Moreover, Fan Xiaodong will always leave one day, and once Fan Xiaodong leaves, what will they do if they encounter danger? They must cultivate their sense of community, and only in this way is it for their good.

Of course, at the moment of crisis, Fan Xiaodong will still make a move.

"Bang !!"

At this time, everyone was stunned, and a muscular monk flew forward violently, and punched the Netherworld Tiger.

The Netherworld Xuanhu didn't care about this person's blow at all, and even said that his two ball-like eyes also glanced at Yang Hao contemptuously, who knew that when the force was felt, the Netherworld Xuanhu felt as if he was being oppressed by the weight of ten thousand catties, and then his body flew away uncontrollably.

Everyone looked at the taciturn monk with a look of surprise on their faces, no one expected that although this person was silent, he was extremely powerful.

Fan Xiaodong's eyes flashed a different color, he could see that although this person was born with infinite strength, he should have swallowed an elixir, which caused the spiritual power to fill his body, which could not be ruled out, but the strange thing was that under those spiritual powers, this person actually survived.

Of course, all this was only seen by Fan Xiaodong after this person punched just now, and he probably endured great pain in this system, of course, if the aura in his body is not ruled out, he will still inevitably die.

His situation can be said to be very similar to that of Xuanyun, and it can also be distinguished in this way, Xuanyun is a natural body with closed pulses, and this Yang Hao is an acquired opportunity, which leads to the current physique.

At this time, Fan Xiaodong liked this young man a little, of course, the liking is not the liking between men and women, the liking here means appreciation.

If he can, Fan Xiaodong can teach him the "Pulse Divine Technique".

As Yang Hao's punch worked, everyone rushed up, and soon killed the Netherworld Xuanhu in the palm of his hand, and the tiger also took everyone to take off its important materials and put them in the storage bag, but what made him depressed was that he didn't find the Demon Pill of the Netherworld Xuanhu.

"Ha Luha, Yang Xiaoyou, I didn't expect it! In my team, there are hidden masters like you!" the tiger came to Yang Hao's side and smiled.

"The regiment commander is polite, we are part of the Tiger Mercenary Group!" Yang Hao obviously didn't like words, and as soon as he finished speaking, he sat down.

As soon as the tiger saw this, he said no more, and began to command everyone to clean up.

"Tonight, just breathe here for the night, and then set off tomorrow, Xiao Lin, Xiao Wang, sprinkle the magic phosphorus powder around!" Soon the tiger was instructed, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation, so he commanded it properly and was not afraid of danger.

Then he sat cross-legged, holding the two spirit stones in his hands and recovering.

As for the two Xiaolin Xiaowang who were called, they were his two cronies, both of whom were in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Qi Cultivation Period.

As long as this magic phosphorus powder is sprinkled around, it can avoid the attack of some demon beasts, and once a demon beast senses it, it will automatically retreat.

Among the demon beasts, there is a strict hierarchy, once they sense the momentum of a powerful demon beast, they will naturally get out of the way, and this magic phosphorus powder is specially refined according to the breath of the powerful demon beast.

In the dark swamp forest, countless swampy places, as long as you are not careful, it is easy to jump into the quagmire, and in those swamps, even if you have a strong cultivation, you will not be able to escape.

In a dry place, Fan Xiaodong chose a place, that is, to sit cross-legged and breathe, he didn't consume much, it was called pranayama, but it was cultivation.

And Yang Hao was next to Fan Xiaodong, and Fan Xiaodong could see that Yang Hao was enduring this huge pain at this time, and thin beads of sweat had already crawled on Yang Hao's forehead.

Fan Xiaodong knew that Yang Hao had also endured great pain from the blow just now, which eventually caused the aura in his body to be chaotic and spread wildly, so it caused the current result.

"Hey!" Fan Xiaodong sighed softly, he really didn't know what Yang Hao, this kid thought, he knew that Yang Hao's physique was still suffering like this.

And so far, although Yang Hao has endured a lot of pain, he has not said a word.

And Liu Yutian and Hou Yu obviously realized that Yang Hao was wrong, but they actually showed a sneering expression, an expression that they didn't care about themselves.

Fan Xiaodong shook his head lightly, he could already see that if the aura in Yang Hao's body was not suppressed, I am afraid that tonight, he would die here.

This is not what Fan Xiaodong wants to see.

As soon as his mind moved, Fan Xiaodong sent out an aura out of thin air and entered Yang Hao's body, and at the same time, Fan Xiaodong immediately transmitted his divine consciousness and said not to panic, concentrate on luck.

Yang Hao was for a while, but he felt that Fan Xiaodong had no malicious intentions, coupled with Fan Xiaodong's divine sense, so he quickly calmed down and started running.

As Fan Xiaodong continued to input aura, Yang Hao's face slowly relaxed, a ruddy color appeared, and his breath was also stable.

It is obvious that the breath of the riot has been suppressed by Fan Xiaodong, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Xiaodong also roughly probed the situation in Yang Hao's body.

But soon Fan Xiaodong's face became gloomy, because the situation was even worse than he imagined.