The vulture is more terrifying than the snake, more powerful, as fast as lightning, and its attacks are incomparably treacherous.

The best way to survive the siege of hundreds of vultures is not to dodge, but to kill them as quickly as possible, and the means of the jumpsuit will have to be faster and more sudden than the spawn of lightning, and more violent than a storm.

Looking at the sky full of vultures, she was indifferent, her white wings slowly swaying behind her.

In addition to the snake and the demon vulture, there must be more powerful demon beasts in this grassland where the sun never sets, but she can't save her strongest means until then.

Without any hesitation, a bright flame appeared in the deepest part of her eyes, and even those faint green poisonous rays were temporarily suppressed.

Countless white feathers left the body of the wings and turned into countless sharp arrows, flying towards the sky!

Wind chimes and 10,000 feathers!

Hundreds of demon vultures felt the divine aura in these white feathers, and they all screamed in terror and dispersed, and the sky was blue again.

But the vultures could no longer see the sky, for the wings came too fast, faster than lightning.

The clear blue sky lit up with countless points of holy light.

The white feathers pierced the vultures like sharp arrows, breaking through the vultures' feathers like sharp knives.

For a while, the sky was full of pictures of broken beaks and broken wings, and countless blood flowers bloomed like fireworks.

The jumpsuit ignored it and never looked at the sky again.

At some point, the hedrons on the grass began to glow with pure and warm light. The light kept pouring into her body.

She looked out over her at the grassland, and calmly threw the black thorn again.

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The stars in the grassland do not set, so there is no time of night, but there is a time of twilight, when the stars will become a cluster of light, and the light between heaven and earth will be much dimmer.

At dusk, this sea of grass was all dyed red, no matter how poignant and tough the sound of the distant piano was, the demon beast finally retreated, and it came like a tide. It's like a tide when you go. Disappeared in an instant.

At least thousands of demon beasts died in the surrounding sea of grass, and most of the corpses were dragged away by the demon beasts of other races or even their own companions for food, but because there were too many of them, there were still many remnants of demon beasts in the sea of grass. The filthy blood sank into the mud. The blood foam left behind by the water waves crashing against the edge of the grass pile could not disappear.

A dim light cast obliquely on the horizon far away from the steppe. Make the picture look even bloodier.

The jumper's face was pale, and he didn't know if he thought what had happened earlier was too disgusting, or because of his injuries.

The hedrons beside her. At this time, it had all turned into gray-white powder, and I could no longer feel the breath of energy.

She slowly put down the black thorn in her hand, stretched out her fingers and took some hedron powder, and gently rubbed it to dissipate the pain between her fingers and heal the wounds on her body that had been cut by the demon beast.

If it weren't for these spirit stones, she would definitely not have been able to repel this beast tide.

In fact, with the exception of the two places of the Star Hall and the Witch Spirit Clan, she had never had such a large number of spirit stones.

The number of these spirit stones is really exaggerated.

She looked at Yang Zhao, who was still asleep, and thought silently, this person really deserves to be a person who can walk out of this grassland with confidence, what kind of secret does he have? He is like a force, a mere Jindan stage monk can have so many spirit stones, and he will also arrange a formation like a spirit gathering array, can he really cure my bloodline?

The white feathers have been withdrawn from her body, and in a short period of time, even for a long time in the future that can be seen in the deduction, she will not be able to expand again, she is already exhausted at this time, the true yuan has been exhausted, the blood has been exhausted, and it has really reached the so-called situation of running out of oil and lamps, if there is another enemy, she will definitely die.

She couldn't even move to the middle of the haystack, she didn't have time to put away the black thorns in her hands, and sat on the edge of the water with her knees folded, letting the disgusting smell of blood wet the hem of her skirt.

As if there was some kind of connection in the dark, Yang Zhao woke up just when she was most isolated and helpless, most in need of help, and most in need of rest.

She didn't turn around until she knew he had opened his eyes and said, "Are you awake?"

Although it was in the strange grassland of this world, not in Taixumen, or in Penglai Island, Yang Zhao still habitually, or stubbornly, spent five breaths of time meditating before looking over.

Just by glancing at her in the grass, he felt a strong sense of remorse and apology, and realized that he should not have wasted that time.

Dressed on his knees, he sat on the edge of the grass, letting the blood splash and slap it, and his figure looked extremely lonely and pitiful.

"Yes, I'm awake. Yang Zhao got up and walked over to her, he wanted to walk as fast as possible, but because of the influence of the frost, his body seemed to freeze.

The jumper still didn't look back, because he was already tired and didn't even have the strength to turn back, and said softly: "Then let's hand over the shift." ”

After saying this, she turned slightly sideways, hugged her knees, rested her face on her knees, and fell asleep motionless.

Yang Zhao walked to her side, looked at her closed eyes and snow-white face, and was silent for a while.

He gently untied the black thorn from her hand, reached into the crook of her leg with his right hand, and took her shoulder with his left hand, and lifted her sideways away from the edge of the bloody grass.

In this process, she did not wake up, her eyelashes did not blink, and when she was put down, she still maintained the posture of sleeping with her knees hugged.

Strangers who haven't spoken much and don't even know each other's names can entrust their net worth with their lives.

Just look at what kind of person the other party is, see how much trust the other party can give you, and how much trust you are willing to give back.

Until now, neither he nor she knew each other's names, but when he woke up, she could sleep peacefully, and once she woke up, he could snore like thunder, and at first, she saved him, and then he was trying to protect her, just in the process. Trust is naturally being built and is getting stronger.

Yang Zhao cherishes this feeling of being trusted.

He pulled the Void Sword out of its sheath, clutched it tightly in his hand, and sat down in front of her, looking at the darkening prairie in front of him.

At this time, he saw the sea of grass that had been stained with blood and ink, and saw the remains of those demon beasts, and probably understood what happened when he was sleeping.

He was silent for a long time.

This girl from the witch spirit clan is really wonderful, but ...... Earlier, when he untied the black thorn for her. It's still hot to the touch.

In this battle he didn't see. How many monsters did she kill, and how did she survive?

Night finally came, and the stars hanging over the edge of the prairie became even dimmer, and although they did not sink, there was much less light on the prairie.

He sat in front of her. Quietly looking at the grassland in the night. Waiting for a battle that could happen at any time.

Time passes slowly. The ball of light hanging on the edge of the grassland walked slowly in a circle, and for some reason it suddenly disappeared, and it turned out to be obscured by dark clouds.

Probably because they were killed too badly during the day. The monster didn't attack again, but it rained in the sky.

The climate of this grassland is relatively warm, but the rain falling from the sky is still a little cold, with the current physical condition of him and Xu Yourong, if they get wet, they can't really get a serious illness.

Without thinking about it, he unfurled the five-color flag and held it above the two of them.

But this posture is a little uncomfortable, no matter how big the five-color flag is, there is no way to cover all the rain.

Looking at the hem of her skirt, which was gradually wet from the rain, he still didn't think about it, and stood up.

The cold rain fell in the sea of grass, striking countless water circles, and falling on the grass piles, causing countless chills.

He looked at the five-color flag above his head, standing behind her, holding the Void Sword in his right hand, looking at the world in the heavy night rain.

As the night passed, he kept it that way.

The demon beast never appeared, the morning finally came, the dark clouds dispersed, the blue sky reappeared, the halo on the edge of the grassland gradually became clear, the edge sharpened, the morning sun took shape, and the red and warm light gradually dried the green grass pile wet by the cold rain, as well as the wetness in Yang Zhao's clothes.

Lianyi woke up, looked at his pale face, and wondered why his injuries seemed to have become more serious after he didn't fight last night.

Yang Zhao didn't explain what he had done last night, and that the cold rain had wet his back.

Since the night before, they have been constantly fleeing or fighting, one unconscious and one waking up, this is the first conversation in the awake state, the conversation in the cliff cave, after all, is too short, and the words on the way to escape are too **.

Although they have great trust between them now, and even have a faint tacit understanding, when they are sober, they will find that they are still strangers, so it is inevitable that there will be a sense of alienation.

Yang Zhao recalled the scene when he met Xiaobai - it was the first time in his life that he had dealt with someone he liked, and the first time he tried to be cold, although it seemed a little clumsy in hindsight, but at least he understood some basic truths, such as always needing to speak to break the silence.

In this treacherous grassland, the cold noise is an unacceptable waste of time, and he asks directly: "What do you know about this grassland?"

The Witch Spirit is the closest to nature, it is rumored that they can communicate with plants and trees, and the girl is also a big man in the demons outside the world, so he wants to hear what she thinks.

The jumper shook his head and said, "No one knows about this grassland. ”

Yang Zhao was stunned and said, "If you don't mind, let me decide the direction, okay?"

Lian Yi was a little puzzled, looked at him and asked, "Do you know where to go?"

Yang Zhao didn't explain too much, and said, "I have a general direction. ”

When Lianyi was about to say something, he suddenly sensed a breath hundreds of feet away.

It was the breath of those demons outside the world.

The space and time in this grassland are a little weird, and it looks like it is only a few hundred zhang away, but in fact it may be very far away.

But after all, it was perceived.

She didn't say anything more and agreed with Yang Zhao's decision, but she didn't get up.

Yang Zhao understood that she was too weak at this time, and her injuries were too serious, so it was difficult for her to move freely in a short period of time, so he didn't understand, obviously this was the case, how could she kill so many demon beasts yesterday.

He turned around and said, "If you don't mind, I'll ......." (To be continued......)