Behind him came the sound of running, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves. Nie Xiaoyuan grabbed the reins and stopped the dragon scale horse that was trotting, and the side horse made way out of the forest.

An army of one hundred and ten people, white armor and blue robes, with a shield and a knife on his back, quickly ran in front of Nie Xiaoyuan's horse, the captain who was behind, with a beard on his face, a pair of shining eyes under his helmet, and a dragon scale horse at a young age, with a long Shuo hanging on the side of the horse, should be a brave man, this will be to Nie Xiaoyuan, who was carrying a vermilion gourd on his waist and carrying a rattan basket, nodded his jaw and hurried over.

Nie Xiaoyuan pondered for a long time on horseback, this is also the eighth wave of the Qianhu ** team that he has encountered in a hurry these days. From Shifang Town quietly, it has been more than a month so far, and now it has only gone deep into the Qianhu country for more than a thousand miles, passing through three cities, dozens of villages and towns, from the slight difference in the shoulder armor of these Qianhu ** soldiers, it is known that these soldiers are coming from eight cities, going north, unfortunately Nie Xiaoyuan is also going north to the territory of Yunlei Country, and then take the road to the west, to find the legendary dragon spine mountain range that can cross the dangerous and innumerable, and venture between the east and west continents to take the strange dart line, which is called a mercenary.

There was a cry from the vine basket, this kid slept for almost three days before waking up, probably hungry. Turn over and dismount, the terrain of Qianhu Country is flat, the water source is abundant, so the trees are lush and the grass is everywhere, patting the horse's neck, let it find tender grass to eat. This kind of horse belly has a little round scales covered and extended to the knees of the limbs, its characteristics are good physical strength, long foot strength, although the weight is average, but strong in good feeding, not easy to get sick, no concentrate feeding, light forage can also survive, so in the Dongrui continent to the government down to the people like to use this horse to pull the cart. It is a long way to go to the west, and Nie Xiaoyuan also sold a horse for the journey.

Feed the little three sons, use the dantian vitality to help the three sons sort out the muscles and organs in the body, enhance their body functions, although the three sons are very smart, but just an ordinary puppy, can not absorb the vitality on their own, can only rely on external forces to slowly guide, hoping to drive it to the path of cultivation, otherwise before rushing to the Western Light Holy Sect to ask the master to take action to separate it from the three-headed dog soul, it will not be able to withstand the power of the three-headed dog soul possession and die, this is also no way, I just hope that this road is peaceful, Nie Xiaoyuan comforted himself, replaced the thick layer of soul nourishing grass that lost its medicinal properties at the bottom of the rattan basket, and carried the little third son into the frame after excretion, and brought back the scale horse, and then hit the road again.

Walking until dusk, I saw a village looming in front of me in the shadows of the trees, and several families were cooking with smoke, so they walked away. When I came to the entrance of the village, I didn't see a single villager, and the village was extremely quiet. Nie Xiaoyuan was suspicious, turned over and dismounted, tied the reins to a tree, took off the gourd and drank a few sips of water, and entered the village with the secret spirit talisman in the sleeve of the rattan on his back.

This village is no different from other villages seen along the way, the road is clean, there are few sundries at the door, the courtyard is full of firewood and hay, the door of the courtyard gate house is open, and the food in the courtyard hall has been served, and the planed dishes and chopsticks are placed on the table at will, and the dishes and chopsticks should be a family of four, and there is no one in the rest of the house, and there is no trace of temporary travel.

Then choose another family to go in, the kitchen stove has not been extinguished, the rice in the pot has a burnt smell, there is no one in all the houses, and the things in the house have not been turned, a silver hairpin on the dressing table in a room, a corner comb, and some spiritual power fluctuations in the corner comb, it is actually made of the horns of some kind of demon beasts, which shows that this family is also very wealthy.

When he went out, Nie Xiaoyuan always felt that there was something short of this village, and the third son behind the perception yawned, and Nie Xiaoyuan remembered that in addition to people, there were poultry and livestock in this village, and the sun was setting, the sky was full of red clouds, and the simple houses among the green trees and autumn flowers were sandwiched with the sound of the half-covered courtyard door being blown by the wind, which made the whole village full of weirdness.

Untie the rattan and sit cross-legged in the middle of the main road in the village, summoning up your limited divine sense, and gradually exploring the entire village. The radius of this village is only a mile, and the scope covered by Nie Xiaoyuan's current divine consciousness is less than one mile or two, which is still caused by his perennial talisman and frequent exercise, if not, according to his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, it will be a mile to the fullest, those thousand-year-old immortal sects and senior families have many methods of divine soul cultivation, and if you pull out a monk of the same level as Nie Xiaoyuan, the divine soul will also exceed one to three miles.

Exploring the entire village, there was not a single living thing except for his scaly horse at the entrance of the village. As soon as his fingers touched the back rope, his back was penetrated by a cold qi machine, and the gloomy chill spread along the spine to the ventricles, and the heart beat violently The cold qi spread to the fingers with the acceleration of the blood, forcibly erecting the stiff body. Huo Ran turned around, Nie Xiaoyuan's pupils constricted, and ten zhang away behind him, a slender figure with black leather armor, long hair and a shawl, a demon mask on his face, and a trace of black demonic energy all over his body stood silently in the sunset, and the shadow stretched by the sunset on the ground seemed to be constantly squirming.

Ghost Night Walk - Suddenly remembered what Ivan had said before leaving. Ghost Night Walk is a group of demon cultivators who have been carefully selected by the Eastern Demon Domain to have special talents and have been rigorously trained to carry out special tasks such as assassination, ticket kidnapping, and secret transmission. thought that this low-key trip, Ivan patted his chest and said that as long as he didn't travel in person, he would not be discovered by the enemy, and he stayed to continue to attract firepower. In this way, he was caught in this by Ivan, a handsome and dashing guy who was actually a treacherous man.

As the daylight darkened, the grim eyes on the ghost's mask grew brighter and brighter. Nie Xiayuan didn't think it was a little sarcastic in those gloomy eyes. The opponent builds a foundation in the middle of the cultivation, but the killing intent is like a form, and it is estimated that it is a martial artist who enters the Dao. This continent from the martial arts to the Taoist is more difficult than other methods to enter the Tao, because the martial arts practitioners pay attention to the use of innate qi, not Taoist cultivators who have learned to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth since childhood, and can enter the Tao by self-fattening, innate qi practice to the extreme, that is, the substantiation of killing intent attached to the knife is not only a sword, but attached to the sword is called sword qi. And the killing intent is not practiced, it is really killed!

When you practice the sword qi, you will be a lot older, and then you will learn the Tao, basically everything will be finalized, and it will be difficult to improve your cultivation. But everything has its own advantages, because the martial artist has a resolute temperament, indomitable, and because of the long-term physical fitness, so it is ** strong, once into the Tao, the combat power is soaring, if the monks of the same level have conflicts with the martial arts, most of them can avoid and are unwilling to resist their edge.

When he judged that the other party was a martial artist, Nie Xiaoyuan's palms were sweating, and his heart was beating faster. The other party slowly pulled out the scimitar on his back, held the knife in his hand and said: Throw that back basket over, and you will be spared. Because of the mask, his voice is low and a little hoarse, and there is no strange and unpleasant smell as he imagined. Seeing that the other party actually spoke, Nie Xiaoyuan immediately asked: Are you the villagers of this village who made them missing? The other party shook his head.

The other party's denial Nie Xiaoyuan believes it, from the other party's point of view, being able to become a martial artist is a murder, so he will not lie about this little thing, most of the martial artists are proud in their hearts, and they also have reasons for pride, and they don't bother to shirk if they do it themselves.

Therefore, most people on the mainland have hatred and love for the group of warriors, and the haters are because most of the warriors are very short-tempered, and they may hurt others if they disagree, and most of the lovers can keep their promises lightly and dare to do it.

This ghost walked at night and saw that Nie Xiaoyuan still didn't move after asking, and he knew that the attack was ineffective. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, the scimitar was closed between his elbows, and the cat's waist rushed towards Nie Xiaoyuan, with an awe-inspiring momentum.

In Nie Xiaoyuan's left sleeve, he had already secretly buckled six blue medium-grade fireball talismans, and with a slight stirring of aura, he shook his sleeves out. With an uproar, six fireballs appeared at the same time in front of him, arranged in a ring - a six-rune ring fire array, and those who were not in control of the subtleties were not allowed to form a formation.

This runic array can be attacked or defended, depending on the situation. Seeing this, the ghost nightcrawler did not stop, and still rushed forward, Nie Xiaoyuan, pinched the seal with his left hand, bent his fingers with his right hand and flicked continuously, and six fireballs dragged the long tail of fire, and the head and tail were connected to attack in turn. During the high-speed raid of the ghost nightcrawler, the divine sense detected six fireballs coming in a line, and the nearest fireball head was the size of a straight head towards his face, and he didn't slow down and move sideways slightly, not wanting to see another fireball head-on, so he hurriedly changed his steps to the side, and the scorching flames could pass his forehead. As soon as he turned his face during the move, another fireball had arrived in front of him, and he had to forcibly regenerate his breath and rush upward. With a bang, the flames scattered like fireworks, and the ghost nightcrawler was hit in the chest by the fireball, and flew backwards, smashing down the mud wall of a house and rolling it into the courtyard.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the remaining five fireballs that were released were fanned away and finally extinguished. Nie Xiaoyuan pulled his sleeves and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and he didn't move, waiting with a dignified look.

After five breaths, the mud wall with a big hole exploded, scattered, and the piece of mud that flew farthest rolled down in front of Nie Xiaoyuan's feet.

Looking up from a distance, a tall figure covered in demonic energy strode out from the sporadic firelight. Seeing that the other party had used some kind of secret method, its momentum was also improved compared to before, reaching the late stage of foundation building.

Before, the ghost nightcrawler was careless, and he was calculated by Nie Xiaoyuan's micro-control talisman technique, and he suffered a big loss, and he was already ashamed and angry, and he couldn't solve the hatred in his heart if he didn't crush that hateful Dao cultivator to slag.