Beast

Yang Qing raised his head slightly and lay on the open ground. He couldn't hear the conversation between these people, but he recognized at a glance that the young man in black robe who was eloquent was the Danfeng disciple who sneaked up from behind and wanted to kill him.

These dozen people were strolling in the open space, as relaxed and comfortable as if they were visiting their own back garden.

There were a group of thirteen people, all of the same age, twelve men and one woman. One inner disciple from Fire Spirit Peak, three outer disciples from alchemy, four from weapon refining, four disciples from Spirit Beast Park including the woman, and medicine from

One person in the garden.

Yang Qing cautiously climbed towards the wooden shed. During this period, he kept all his belongings in the wooden shed to save trouble.

"Senior Brother Zhan, look, there is a wooden shed over there. Do you think there will be any disciples here for a tryst?" the woman from the Spiritual Beast Garden said with a silver bell-like smile, causing the branches to tremble.

"Don't move! There are people hiding there to ambush us." The disciple in white frowned and pointed to where Yang Qing was hiding, his expression suddenly cold.

"Shua"

Yang Qing's heart tightened, and he rushed out of the withered grass with the fine steel in hand. When the inner disciple's consciousness swept over him, he knew that he had been discovered.

He went straight to the wooden shed at such a fast speed that the withered grass fell to both sides, driven by the air current.

"Kill, help me kill this kid." The stern-faced young man in black robe saw the running Yang Qing and said through gritted teeth.

"Why kill him? He dares to ambush us all alone," the disciple from the medicine garden said nonchalantly, feeling that it was a bit of a fuss.

"I have a mortal feud with him! I will explain to you when I get back, kill him." The stern young man took out the long sword attached to his back and rushed out first.

"It's really a narrow road for enemies. I was worried that I couldn't find you, but you came to the door yourself." The stern young man's face became even more stern, and he thought to himself. "I can't do it alone, there are thirteen people, haha."

"Royal weapon!"

The twelve people in the group all have fire-attribute spiritual roots. The inner disciple is the inner disciple of Huolingfeng. The thirteen people often get together. When one of them meets an enemy, he directly

Kill.

Eight people stood up with their swords, and rushed towards Yang Qing side by side with the sinister young man. The inner disciple stretched out his hand, and a light red Wu Gou appeared beside him. He pointed his finger, and the Wu Gou radiated a bright red light.

Sheng, attacked the running Yang Qing.

The other three people obviously did not have magical weapons and could not control them. They picked up their weapons and ran away from the place. They also rushed towards Yang Qing.

These thirteen people all have fire-attribute spiritual roots, and when they move, they are all surrounded by this pale red light, which is menacing.

In the wooden shed, Yang Qing picked up the package and carried it on his back. It was too late to put away the monster materials piled aside. He jumped out of the wooden shed, reached out and fished a few times, and got three talisman papers.

'call out'

A sharp sound broke through the air. Yang Qing had no time to pick up the three spiritual stones on the ground, and fell forward, then rolled several times.

"Click, pop, boom"

Three voices came. Wu Gou arrived first and cut off the wooden shed. The attack continued. The Wu Hook was so sharp that only a short handle remained after sinking into the ground. It did not tremble or tremble. The wooden shed burst into flames with a 'boom'.

The destructive power of a single blow from a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm is astonishing.

The wooden shed made a crackling sound and black smoke billowed. At this time, the nine monks from the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm who came with their weapons had already entered the range of 30 feet from Yang Qing. They turned over and landed on the ground, and they all made fingerprints. The speed of various magic weapons was different.

Minus, hit Yang Qing who was rolling in a panic.

Yang Qing also released his spiritual consciousness and had a panoramic view of everything within fifty feet. He exerted force with his right arm and hit the ground with the steel rod, and his body rolled up.

"Ding ding, bang, bang..."

Two weapons were knocked away by the stainless steel rod that danced with the body, and the other weapons collided with each other and hit the ground.

The turf was torn, the soil was rolled, and it was a mess.

A clear sound sounded coldly, and a long red whip, like a python dancing, came straight out.

"Pop, boom"

The fiery red whip was like a five-foot-long stick, slapping Yang Qing's body like a fly.

"Peng"

Yang Qing flew into the air, unable to exert any strength on his body. He only had time to block it with a fine steel rod, and the light red whip whipped Yang Qing to the ground.

Although there was a big movement, Yang Qing was hit with a fine steel rod, and Yang Qing's injuries were not serious. The fine steel rod was propped on the ground, and his legs pushed on the ground to exert force, like an arrow off a string.

"Boom, boom..."

As soon as Yang Qing left, several weapons struck at the place where he had just stayed.

His consciousness was released, and he ran out to the outside without looking back.

These ten people cooperated tacitly and did not speak to each other. They rose up with their weapons and intercepted Yang Qing. Except for three disciples, they ran on the ground and responded to the monks in the air.

Once Yang Qing fled to the outside, they all attacked together.

"Clang, jump, bang..."

The soil rolled and grass and trees flew everywhere. Yang Qing could only defend and had no energy left to fight back.

These thirteen people formed a semicircle and hugged Yang Qing, forcing him to flee deeper into the mountains.

Just like a group of hunters chasing their prey, they must force the prey into a desperate situation with no way to escape, and the prey can only be slaughtered by them.

The monks who were flying with their weapons in the air did not stop, and they matched up and attacked in turn. Especially the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm attacked very fast, making it very difficult for Yang Qing to hide.

Yang Qing had no choice but to continue deeper into the mountains. As he went deeper, the trees became taller and the rocks were rugged.

The huge tree crown blocked the sight of the monks in the air. Yang Qing had a few breaths of breathing time, and had no time to wait and see. Sometimes he used his hands and feet together, and sometimes he used a fine steel rod to beat the trees and rocks beside him.

His body was as nimble as a cheetah, and when he was hit with a fine steel rod, he jumped ten feet away, causing the trees to fly back, and he ran in a panic.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Three arrows shot down from the sky. The arrows flashed with fiery red light and pierced the air, making a harsh sound.

The arrow was so fast that his consciousness could only vaguely capture it. The arrow's falling direction was exactly where Yang Qing's next step would be.

"Puff, puff, puff"

Yang Qing ran so fast that he had no time to stop, and there were no rocks or trees around him, so he could only roll sideways.

The three arrows hit the ground and penetrated a foot deep. They were so powerful that if they hit Yang Qing, they would only leave six black holes and the wounds would be instantly burned.

This monk in the Purple Mansion Realm actually took out a long bow weapon again to shoot Yang Qing.

Grab three arrows with one hand and continue running for your life without looking back. If you stay in the same place for even one breath, you will die.

There were monks attacking him one after another, and monks chasing after him. He couldn't even choose his own escape route. Yang Qing fell into an unprecedented desperate situation, with no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

He could only run for his life in a hurry. The opponent was in the air and could not be hit. He wished he had more wings.

"I won't die like this" Yang Qing shouted loudly in his heart, filled with fear of death, anger and murderous intent towards the thirteen monks.

Rocks were flying, branches were shattering, and the nearby monsters were alarmed by such a big movement, and they let out bursts of beast roars.

"Ouch..."

"Xiao..."

"squeak…"

All kinds of beast roars, some high pitched, some deep, some sharp, all full of anger and violence.

A moon-white roc was soaring in the air with wings spread out about ten feet. A bunch of golden crown feathers on its head swayed in the wind, and its sharp eyes scanned the ten monks in the air.

"Violent..."

The sharp cry made the ears hurt. The ten monks avoided the white roc, lowered their altitude, and continued to pursue Yang Qing.

Dapeng's cold eyes showed a look of satisfaction. In its world, other creatures are not allowed to fly higher than it.

The roc flapped its wings, and it was ten feet away, watching the tiny monk soaring in the air.

"That kid running underground, stop obediently, and I will reward you with a decent death." It wasn't a monk who used his true energy to shout out, the voice was unusually loud.

"If you continue to run away like this, there are only two results. The first is to be torn apart by our swords, and the second is to become a meal for monsters. Surrender quickly and beg for mercy." Another voice sounded, and his tone determined that Yang Qing was dead.

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Yang Qing did not answer, his heart was not affected by the words, his consciousness was alert to the surroundings, his hands and feet were used at the same time, and his speed was very fast.

"You don't overestimate your capabilities. You think you can escape this huge battle. It's a fucking joke." The monk in the air said angrily. He was angry that Yang Qing was ignorant and didn't wash his neck clean and wait for the knife.

"Senior Brother Ding, what are you saying to him? Don't be soft on the enemy, just kill him directly. Isn't he just a little reptile that doesn't even have real energy?" came the crisp girl, the viciousness in her tone made the originally pleasant sound

The voice seemed eerie.

"call out"

An arrow pierced the sky, but the tree crown failed to stop it at all. The green branches and leaves turned yellow and withered, and finally burned.

"puff"

Yang Qing dodged as fast as he could. The monk in the air had a geographical advantage. No matter where he ran, he would be discovered.

Yang Qing was extremely fast, even the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm could not surpass him. They could only pursue him and shoot cold arrows behind him.

This arrow is fast, accurate, and cruel, and strikes without mercy.

He barely dodged the arrows, but his clothes were torn and ignited by the arrows. He couldn't predict which time, but he couldn't dodge and was pierced by the arrows. Yang Qing didn't know which direction he was running. At this time, he had already run out of the way.

inside.

Yang Qing ran for his life towards the terrain and the towering trees. Running so far at full speed, his chest was panting slightly and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing.

The ten monks in the air, with their extremely fast weapons, consume a huge amount of real energy. Seeing Yang Qing whose speed is not slowing down, they all become anxious. It seemed that they could be killed easily at first, but now it has become difficult.

Ten red lights in the sky suddenly swooped down, passed through the dense branches, and began to attack, intending to make a quick victory.

A monk in the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm can only override a magic weapon, step on it with both feet, and cast fire-attribute spells.

"True Flame Burning Rain Technique"

Nine monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm in the air cast the same spell and hit the same person.

Nine light red heat waves converged in one place, forming a row of fiery red waves that were nearly 10 feet high and were close to actual flames.

The fire wave, which was ten feet high, was like a flood breaking a bank, surging. Wherever it passed, vegetation burned.

Immediately behind, there was a cloud of flames, as big as a millstone, and beneath the cloud of fire, the flames came like raindrops.

The fire rain fell to the ground, and white smoke rose from the soil on the ground. The power of this fire cloud was no less than the fire wave used by the nine consciousness sea realms together.

When this wave of clouds was still ten feet away from Yang Qing, his hair began to curl and become burnt, and the smell of burnt feathers began to spread.

"What should I do?" Yang Qing felt the heat wave coming from behind him. His heart couldn't wait, and his mind was racing in panic, but there was no way. Even if he ran with his feet rounded, he couldn't outrun the attack speed of the spell.

Before Yang Qing had any other ideas, Huo Lang and Huo Yun had already taken the photo.

Yang Qing's fine steel rod danced into a dark curtain, but under the attack of the fire waves and fire clouds, it was like a small boat floating in the roaring waves of the angry sea.

The palm of the hand that was wielding the fine steel rod was cracked, and before the blood could seep out, it had evaporated and dried up.

"Boom, boom..."

Sparks flew, black smoke rose, and vegetation crackled.;