My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

Ling Qingjue didn't pay attention to the soldiers kneeling down below, but flew in the direction where the beasts were coming.

It's not that she wants to kill all the scattered beasts that escaped, these beasts are no longer in the climate, and they can be easily solved by handing them over to the Yan Army.

Instead, she found that the formation of this beast tide was very strange.

After flying over towns that had been taken down by the beast tide, she was even more convinced of her suspicions.

Too much.

There are too many towns that have been captured.

Imagine a group of unintelligent beasts gathering together, would attack human towns with such a purpose?

No, no matter how cunning and ferocious they are, they are still beasts.

And there is probably only one reason for the natural formation of animal tides near winter, and that is food.

The herd needs plenty of food to face the harsh winter that is coming.

And she observed that the towns that had been captured by the beast tide were still exposed in their bodies, and the beasts would never waste precious food.

Therefore, the beast tide is definitely not formed by normal reasons, and there must be highly intelligent creatures behind it.

Moreover, there is a reason to have to leave hundreds of thousands of corpses in these nearly a dozen towns.

But Ling Qingjue flew and searched for a long time, and the divine sense scanning never stopped, and he didn't find any high-level lifeforms.

I had no choice but to return.

After all, she is only a foundation building stage of the divine soul, even if it is much stronger than the divine soul of an ordinary foundation building monk, but it is only enough to cover a radius of nearly hundreds of zhang.

She couldn't find the real culprit behind the scenes, and she didn't have any other props on hand to look for.

But now that she has made this move, it is estimated that the real murderer will be able to stop for a while.

After all, people who use this kind of concealment will not be much stronger.

For the time being, I don't have the courage to come out and make waves.

However, she will also tell the officials of Yan Guo her guess, which will give the immortal cultivation forces behind Yan Guo a headache.

After that, it had nothing to do with her.

Back in the town where she had been attacked before, Zhao Hongying was waiting for her on the city wall.

The soldiers who were kneeling on the ground before have also dispersed, dealing with their injuries, carrying corpses, and arranging post-war matters.

The whole ruined town fell into an eerie silence.

It's just the weeping from time to time, the trickle of blood, the weapons everywhere, the stumps everywhere, and the piles of corpses, depicting this sad battlefield.

The midday sun is high above, and the warm sunlight is shining on the earth, but it can't get rid of the cold of this late autumn.

When she came to Zhao Hongying's side, Zhao Nuxia at this time looked at all this with a distracted face, not knowing what she was thinking.

With a sigh in his heart, he flipped his hand, and a soft light spread out, enveloping the entire town.

Suddenly, the people who were doing their own things found themselves enveloped in a warm white light, and their exhausted and dry bodies actually had a trace of strength again.

Immediately he bowed and bowed again to the city wall.

Zhao Hongying looked at it happily.

"This is the most basic rejuvenation decision, and it can only restore a little bit of qi and blood."

Ling Qingjue's clear and ethereal voice made Zhao Hongying fall into gloom again.

Zhao Hongying, the power of qi and blood, couldn't understand it anymore, maybe the martial artist could use this to suppress some injuries, but in the end, the symptoms were not cured.

With a slight sigh, Zhao Hongying no longer looked at the desolation in the city, looked at the fairy in front of her who was not stained with a trace of dust, and opened her thin lips lightly: "Qingjue, let's continue to set off."

Ling Qingjue's beautiful eyes flowed.

Still soft-spoken.

"Okay."

Then he left a message to the leader of the defenders, and it turned into two streamers of light in the midst of the people of the city, and disappeared into the sky.

。。。。。。

"Phew!"

In a dense woodland, a male head with a sharp-beaked monkey's gills grows.

The head cautiously looked around, and found that there was no one, and then pulled out the five short bodies that he had buried in the soil with difficulty.

When he came out, he lay on the ground and exhaled heavily, his small eyes full of fear.

"What was that before? It's definitely Jindan Zhenren's means. It's good that I didn't find out, otherwise I would have planted it this time. As he

spoke, there was resentment in the short man's eyes.

His magic weapon soul control bead originally went through this blood sacrifice, which would definitely allow him to have the strength of the foundation building period, and he was about to succeed.

But this sudden killing of a Jindan real person broke his plan.

Even when the huge fire dragon scroll swept in, his divine soul was taken a step too late to withdraw, and he was also severely damaged, and his future path was completely ruined.

"But it's okay, life is still there, it's a big deal to find a place to enjoy the rest of your life."

The short man felt the pain that penetrated deep into his soul and slowly got up, thinking about how much flesh and blood he would have to sacrifice to recover.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blue light in front of him, and his injured spirit didn't react at all, only felt a pain on the outside of his thigh, and then saw a small emerald green snake disappear into the jungle on the side.

"Wisdom Stage Monster!"

His pupils shook, and then his brain felt violently dizzy, and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

In just a moment, the short man's lips began to turn purple, and his breathing faded.

After a long time, the grass on one side slowly parted, and a small emerald green snake swam out crookedly.

The small snake has a turquoise body, and its scales are like pieces of jade, which are tightly attached to the slender and graceful snake.

If Ling Qingjue was here, she would definitely recognize it, this snake seemed to be the fruit protector snake she knocked out when she was in a hurry before.

The little snake came to the corpse of the dwarf man, and it had not long felt a familiar aura in this direction.

It was the despicable person who attacked it and took away the spiritual fruit that it had been guarding so hard.

Although I still kept one for myself, why did I keep the smallest one!

Now it has advanced to a demon beast in the condensation stage and awakened its wisdom.

On top of that, it also awakens talent!

As

long as the "spirit smell" is a smell that she remembers, it will always be marked by it.

It wants revenge!

A fierce sense of revenge drove it to come and check on the situation.

But before it could get closer, it noticed that there was an anomalous aura in front of it.

With its own intuition, it hastened to lay in ambush to the side.

So there was the scene just now.

The little green snake lay on the side of the corpse.

The eyes were wide open, and he looked curiously at the corpse that disgusted it.

Suddenly, its head moved, as if it had found something.

Then the emerald tail curled, and a round bead was taken out of the corpse's arms.

Its nascent intellect told it that it was a good thing, and it curled the bead in the direction of the familiar breath.