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Hunting ground.

The night was warm and boundless, like a huge piece of black silk covering the ground.

Ren Pingsheng and his group walked in the forest, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

In addition to the dull footsteps and breathing sounds, there were only bursts of insects chirping, which made people upset.

After walking for a long time, a fire appeared in front of them, which was extremely bright in the dark.

"We're here!"

Chen Zhiming, who was walking in front, saw the fire and turned to look at Ren Pingsheng with excitement on his face.

Ren Pingsheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I might have to spend the night in the dark and dull forest today, but fortunately I returned to the starting point in the end.

"Finally came out."

"If I had known that Xia Miao was so dangerous this time, I would never have participated in it."

"After returning, I will ask my father to skin and pull out the tendons of all the monsters here, and cut them into pieces!"

There was a noisy voice behind him.

Some people were grateful, some were sad, and some were angry. All kinds of emotional venting were mixed together, making people headache.

Ren Pingsheng turned to look at them, raised his voice, and shouted: "What are you arguing about! Before you see the demon locker, cheer up! Don't let the demons attack you at the last minute!"

It was the voice of the prince of Zhenbei.

Everyone gradually quieted down.

When Xiao Rongxue saw this scene, a strange look flashed in her eyes.

Orders must be obeyed.

I didn't expect that in just one day, Ren Pingsheng could have such prestige among these unruly noble children.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Ren Pingsheng spoke again: "Keep the original formation, keep moving forward, don't disperse!"

After speaking, he took the lead and walked forward.

Everyone followed him without hesitation.

After a stick of incense.

Ren Pingsheng finally led everyone out of the dense forest and came to the first grassland.

Before he had time to speak, he saw a figure between the two bonfires at first glance.

He was hunched over, his head and shoulders swaying slightly. Under the flickering firelight, only a vague outline could be seen. This shape, coupled with the rustling movement, gave people an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

Including Ren Pingsheng, seeing this scene, they all felt a chill, and the hair on the back of their necks stood up.

"What happened in front?"

Someone behind him asked in a low voice.

Ren Pingsheng was silent for a few seconds, staring at the figure in the distance, and tentatively called out: "Is it the demon locker?"

The voice fell.

A gust of night wind whistled past, and the humming sound made people feel a chill in their hearts.

With the night wind came a faint smell of blood.

Instant.

Ren Pingsheng became alert, clenched the broken knife in his hand, his eyes condensed, and his voice was low: "The situation is not right, be prepared."

When Chen Zhiming and others heard this, they all clenched their weapons without hesitation and took a posture to meet the enemy.

The people behind saw this scene and realized the danger. Their hearts sank and they picked up their weapons.

Woo-woo--

The wind was still blowing. It was early summer, but it brought a chill.

The bonfire was blown towards the figure by the wind.

With the help of the swaying firelight.

Ren Pingsheng finally saw the scene in front of him.

A humanoid creature with wings on its back, like an enlarged version of a bat, buried its head in the chest of a corpse, greedily sucking the bright red blood. Perhaps because of pleasure, its head and shoulders kept shaking, making a rustling sound.

Woo-woo--

Another gust of wind blew by.

The humanoid creature suddenly raised its head, with a hideous face like a ghost, covered in blood, and grinning, which was even more terrifying under the light of the fire.

The blood-red eyes stared at Ren Pingsheng, as if excited and excited, opened its bloody mouth, and screamed in a low voice, with a hoarse voice.

A pungent and fishy smell filled the air, and the leaves behind rustled, adding a bit of gloom and horror to the dark night.

Ren Pingsheng stared at the monster in the distance, looking down, and saw the clothes that had been ripped open. His heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley, and his hair stood on end.

"That's... the Locking Demon Envoy!"

At this moment.

Chen Zhiming and others also saw this scene, and fear surged into their hearts like a tide. They instinctively took a step back and said in a hoarse voice: "The Locking Demon Envoy was killed."

"The Locking Demon Envoy is a fourth-grade warrior. This demon must have gone through a fierce battle to kill him. We are in the forest and can't hear the sound of fighting. It's impossible for Emperor Zhaowu's gang not to hear it.

In this case, why didn't anyone help?

Even if this demon is a third-grade or higher demon, Emperor Zhaowu should have a way to save the Locking Demon Envoy.

Did something happen to Emperor Zhaowu and he was held back?"

Ren Pingsheng's mind turned rapidly, trying to sort out his situation.

At this time, Chen Zhiming behind him trembled and said, "Prince, let's run."

"Do you want to die?"

Ren Pingsheng glared at him and shouted, "I tell you, going back to the forest at this time is a dead end. If you want to die, no one will stop you. Don't drag others with you!"

These words hit Chen Zhiming and others like a heavy hammer, making them calm down instantly.

Prince is right.

Let's not talk about what kind of monster the guy in front is.

Let's just say that there are thousands of powerful monsters in the forest behind.

If they turn around and run away, the team will definitely collapse, and they will completely become fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others!

That's all.

Several people mustered up their courage, held their weapons, gritted their teeth, and stopped retreating.

"Prince, what should we do next? Should we kill it?"

Chen Zhiming asked in a low voice, treating him as the absolute backbone.

"Let me be quiet."

Ren Pingsheng replied casually, carefully looking at the ferocious humanoid creature that looked like a bat.

"One of its wings was torn off, and there were wounds on its shoulders and lower abdomen. It looks like it was seriously injured. So it should be only a fourth-grade creature.

But... a seriously injured fourth-grade creature is not something that a group of seventh-grade creatures can deal with.

I don't know where Bai Ping and Murong went. If they were there, they could at least block it."

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Such an opportunity to show off Bai Ping's status was right in front of him, but he didn't know where he ran away.

He couldn't grasp the opportunity to show off his saintliness in front of others.

It's useless.

Ren Pingsheng complained a few words in his heart, silently took out the talisman paper given to him by the Taoist Master, held it in his hand, and thought about whether to use it.

Although when playing cards, no one uses the king bomb at the beginning.

But the current situation is different from playing cards.

It would be best if you don't use the talisman paper and stay safe.

But if you keep holding the talisman paper and use it when you can't win, it's a bit of a loss.

After all.

There are two hundred lives behind him.

This is the thought.

Ren Pingsheng made a decision.

Try to test the opponent. If the opponent's injury is more serious than expected, don't use the talisman paper for the time being.

"Give me a sword."

Ren Pingsheng looked at a young man with two swords with a serious expression.

The young man wanted to say that he used a two-handed sword, and he couldn't use his martial arts without one.

Then he thought that if they really fought, he, an eighth-grade, would probably just go with the flow, and it didn't matter if he lost a sword, so he handed over one: "Here."

Ren Pingsheng changed the broken knife to his left hand, held the hilt with his right hand, looked at the monster in the distance, his eyes condensed, concentrated his spiritual energy on his right arm, and threw it with all his strength.

The next second.

The sword seemed to have turned into a flying sword controlled by someone. Under the bright moonlight, it drew a stream of green light and rushed straight to the monster's face!

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air gradually faded away.

After three breaths, it suddenly passed over the monster's hideous face, leaving a shallow blood mark and inserted into the ground.

"Missed."

Chen Zhiming and others felt disappointed when they saw this scene.

Xiao Rongxue's eyes lit up.

She saw it clearly.

The sword blade cut the monster's face, leaving a mark.

Even if Ren Pingsheng was strong, he couldn't do this when facing a fourth-grade strongman.

So.

There is no doubt that this monster is seriously injured!

So serious that it may not even be comparable to the fifth-grade.

"No wonder we have been standing here for so long, it just sucked blood without any reaction. It turned out that the injury was too serious and couldn't move."

Xiao Rongxue thought so, and heard a hoarse and unpleasant voice from a distance.

"Wait. for you."

Wait for you?

Wait for whom?

Xiao Rongxue was slightly stunned, and after careful observation, she found that the monster's scarlet eyes had been staring at Ren Pingsheng, and had never left Shanshan from beginning to end.

"Could it be. It is waiting for Ren Pingsheng?!"

This thought came to her mind.

Xiao Rongxue suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Ren Pingsheng beside her, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something.

Before she could open her mouth, she suddenly heard a sharp and piercing sound like a wave.

Boom!

In an instant.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and her mind was blank.

Something seemed to flow down her nose, sweet.

Is it blood?

This was Xiao Rongxue's last thought before she regained consciousness.

The next second.

She lost consciousness, and her body fell straight into the mud, her face first hitting the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The dull sound of hitting the ground rang one after another.

People fell one after another.

Those with strong willpower can hold on for five seconds.

For those with weak willpower, it takes at most three seconds.

In a flash.

Ren Pingsheng was the only one who was still struggling in the crowd.

Two lines of dark red blood flowed from his nose into his throat.

It tasted salty and sweet.

The buzzing in his ears was disturbing.

Fortunately, he was still conscious.

"Why, why can I hold on for so long?"

This thought popped up in Ren Pingsheng's mind, who had a splitting headache.

The next second.

He suddenly realized something.

"This guy is attacking the Yuanshen!"

These days.

He devoured a lot of Yuanshen through the "Soul Devouring Art", and the Yuanshen's strength far exceeded that of warriors of the same level.

But there is no reference object, so it is impossible to infer which grade it is equivalent to.

Now it seems that it is at least stronger than the seventh grade.

"By the way, if the attack is aimed at the Yuanshen, can I use the Pure Heart Jade?"

The thought flashed through his mind.

Ren Pingsheng endured the headache, took out a jade pendant from his arms, and stimulated his spiritual energy.

Suddenly, his spirit was sublimated, his mind was purified, the buzzing sound in his ears, along with the splitting headache, disappeared, and his mind was clear.

"It really works!"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes lit up, and he looked around, and saw that everyone had fallen to the ground, and his heart sank.

His eyes quickly searched among the crowd, and in a moment they were fixed on a Qilin suit.

He walked forward quickly and tested his breath.

"There is breath, and it's still alive. We must interrupt it as soon as possible!"

Ren Pingsheng heaved a sigh of relief, holding the broken knife in his hand, looking at the monster hidden in the distance where the firelight flickered, with a cold tone, and shouted: "Stop! Obediently die!"

Hearing Ren Pingsheng's voice.

The monster's voice stopped abruptly, and the scarlet eyes looked at it. The ferocious face was even more terrifying under the reflection of the campfire. It grinned and made a hoarse voice: "You can't kill. me."

I didn't say I would kill you.

Ren Pingsheng thought so, and took out the talisman paper calmly.

At this moment.

The rustling sound of branches and leaves shaking suddenly sounded behind him, with a huge momentum. At least hundreds of monsters acted at the same time to make this noise.

Having made up his mind to use the talisman paper, Ren Pingsheng was not panicked at all. He turned his head to look at the hundreds of monsters of different shapes in the forest, and his handsome face showed a touch of contempt, as if he ignored them.

The cool night breeze blew, lifting his hair and blowing the corners of his clothes back. With his handsome face, he had a bit of the charm of a banished immortal.

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The demon clan and the monster were frightened by his calm appearance when they saw this scene. They stopped where they were and dared not come forward for a while.

At the same time, a thought came to his mind.

Is he still hiding his strength?

Not to mention the demon clan, even the King of Jin and others in front of the Xuanji Mirror, when they saw this scene, their pupils shrank slightly and their faces were full of surprise.

There are jackals in front and tigers behind.

How can he be so calm?

Is this the legendary Taishan collapse in front of you and remain calm?

The King of Jin and other nobles stared at the Xuanji Mirror, and the same thought came to their minds at the same time.

Prince of Zhenbei. How much have you hidden?

You know.

Just half an hour ago.

They witnessed with their own eyes how the bat demon killed the fourth-grade lock demon master and how it sucked his marrow out of his bones.

It was no exaggeration.

Seeing that scene, almost everyone present was in despair, thinking that if the formation was not broken, the prince of Zhenbei and his men would surely die!

What happened later also proved their guess.

Just a scream.

More than a hundred people were almost wiped out.

There was no way.

There was a difference of three grades between the fourth and seventh grades.

The gap between them was almost as big as that between the fourth and extraordinary, and it was not something that could be made up by just a hundred people.

Seeing people fall down in groups.

Many nobles had closed their eyes and could not bear to watch.

But they did not expect.

The prince of Zhenbei actually survived to the end.

That was the scream of the fourth-grade bat demon!

It could directly attack the soul.

Not to mention the eighth-grade warrior, even the soul of the fifth-grade warrior might not be able to withstand it.

But Ren Pingsheng just survived.

"He... held on!"

Many nobles were pleasantly surprised.

It seems so.

The Prince of Zhenbei is very likely to have hidden his strength, and his real strength is far beyond the eighth rank.

It is not impossible to fight against the bat monster.

Just when everyone had a little unrealistic hope in their hearts, they suddenly saw...

A large number of monsters appeared behind the Prince of Zhenbei, coming fiercely and staring at him, each of them looked extremely cruel and powerful.

"The Prince of Zhenbei may be able to deal with a seriously injured fourth-rank bat monster.

But if there are so many sixth-rank and seventh-rank monsters, unless the Prince of Zhenbei is also a fourth-rank, there is no chance of winning."

For a while.

Everyone's heart sank to the bottom again.

Especially the nobles whose relatives were in the hunting ground, faced with this roller coaster-like emotional ups and downs, they were almost collapsed.

Princess Yunhe Liu Yunmeng was even more desperate, looking at Ren Pingsheng, her eyes red, tears streaming.

"It's over... It's all over."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Even if the Prince of Zhenbei can hide his strength, he can't pretend that his strength is of the fourth rank as the eighth rank.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.

The Prince of Zhenbei faced the wolves and tigers alone, but he looked calm and indifferent, and there seemed to be disdain in his eyes when he looked at the monsters.

Such courage.

Who can compare with him? !

Even the King of Jin didn't believe that the Prince of Zhenbei didn't hide his strength.

It's just a matter of how much he hid.

If he was of the fifth rank, there would still be a chance to turn the tide.

"Ren Pingsheng!"

At this moment, Liu Yunmeng looked at the Xuanji Mirror with tears in his eyes, clasped his hands together, and silently prayed for him: "You must survive."

The other nobles also looked at the Xuanji Mirror with expectant eyes, and silently said in their hearts: "Turning the tide has fallen, supporting the building that is about to fall. Prince, hold on!"

The King of Jin never took his eyes off the Xuanji Mirror from beginning to end, his face was gloomy as water, and he didn't say a word.

The edge of the hunting ground.

The fire swayed in the wind.

Rumble!

Thunder roared, deafening!

In the night sky, dark clouds rolled and rushed, spreading from all directions, piling up in piles, becoming denser and denser, covering the few remaining stars tightly.

The wind blew.

The wind and rain were coming!

Even the air became heavy.

Ren Pingsheng, as always, looked calm, and said word by word in a calm tone: "You all come together."

Boom!

Another deafening thunder.

The sky became darker, and the dark clouds gathered above the hunting ground as if they were about to come down.

The scarlet eyes of the monsters stared at Ren Pingsheng, grinning, and none of them dared to take a step forward.

When Ren Pingsheng saw this, he couldn't help but laugh: "After all, it's just an animal, just stop laughing!"

Boom!

The wanton laughter, accompanied by the deafening thunder, was like a hammer hitting the hearts of the monsters.

Do not know why.

this moment.

The demon tribesmen actually felt the familiar aura from the Demon Locking Tower on Ren Pingsheng. Their faces showed a look of horror, strong fear arose in their hearts, and they instinctively wanted to retreat!

In front of the mysterious mirror.

When the nobles including King Jin saw this scene, their pupils shrank and their hearts were extremely shocked.

Prince Zhenbei laughed wildly, which actually made the ferocious and bloodthirsty demon tribe retreat in fright.

What a momentum!

The Martial Saint is here in person, I’m afraid it’s nothing more than this!

None of the nobles present, including the prince and princess, had seen the Martial Saint.

But at this moment, in their hearts, Ren's life and the image of the Martial Saint in his imagination actually overlapped.

Love and justice, lawlessness. This is what a warrior should be like!

for a while.

Even the seventh prince, who had always hated Ren all his life, felt awe and admiration for him.

"Kill it."

The bat demon with a ferocious face grinned and made a hoarse voice.

The demon clan showed hesitation and looked at each other.

"Kill it."

The bat demon suddenly buried its head into the lock demon's chest, sucked a few mouthfuls of blood, replenished its energy and blood, and issued another command in a hoarse voice.

Forest.

A leopard demon's scarlet eyes filled with hatred. After hearing the order, he no longer hesitated and suddenly jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards Ren Pingsheng.

It opened its huge mouth, exposed its sharp teeth, and let out a terrifying roar.

"Roar--"

When Ren Pingsheng saw this, he no longer hesitated and simply tore up the talisman paper in his hand, shouting in his heart: "Tao Zun, save me!"

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The leopard demon rushes in.

Tao Zun has not yet appeared.

To know.

Before that, Ren Pingsheng had evaluated it in his heart.

Wusheng Mountain is not far from Baiyun Mountain.

With Dao Zun's strength, it only takes three breaths at most to get here.

Now five breaths have passed.

Where is Tao Zunren? !

"Damn! Didn't I promise that I would come to help no matter where I am?

You are an old man and don't keep your word! "

Ren Pingsheng cursed loudly in his heart, stamped his left foot on the ground, and slashed out.

A loud dragon roar sounded.

The sword flashed.

The leopard demon let out a shrill wail.

The two forelimbs were broken off in response, blood spurted out, and the body hit the ground heavily.

Boom!

Thunder exploded.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating Ren Sheng's whole body.

The hem of his clothes that rustled in the wind, the straight and straight body, the broken knife that was not stained with blood, the suppressed anger on his face, and the leopard demon writhing in pain.

It just constitutes a beautiful picture.

Mystery outside the mirror.

When everyone saw this scene, a bright light burst out in their eyes: "The Crown Prince of Zhenbei, who killed the leopard demon with one sword, really hid his strength!"

They think so.

The monsters in the forest don't think so.

They saw the knife blow just now clearly.

At best, it is equivalent to the strength of sixth grade.

It was nothing more than superb knife skills and sharp swords that created the illusion of killing with one strike.

If they go together, it won't be long before the spiritual energy in Ren Shengsheng's body will be exhausted.

By then, these hateful humans will all die!

This is the thought.

The jackals, tigers and leopards all began to grin, tense their muscles, and prepare for attack.

"Fuck! Dao Zun harmed me!"

When Ren Pingsheng saw this scene, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

"Roar--"

The demonic beasts didn't care so much and no longer hesitated. They sprang out of the forest one after another and pounced on Ren Pingsheng.

Boom!

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, the wind howled, and dark clouds rolled in.

With a crash, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like a falling sky, falling into the mud, causing water splashes and foam.

A heavy mist enveloped the hunting ground.

This storm that has been brewing for a long time has finally come to an end!

Capital.

In the gray night sky, dark clouds are like a piece of solid silk, covering the bright moon and stars.

The smoke was thick and the breeze was cool.

Renfu.

Chang An didn't bother to dress neatly, just put on a robe, with bare white feet, and ran out of the house anxiously.

After walking a few steps, I heard a confused voice coming from beside me.

"Teacher, senior sister."

Jiang Chuyue woke up from her sleep, rubbed her eyes with her slender hands, and asked doubtfully: "Where are you going, senior sister?"

Hear a familiar voice.

Chang An paused, stepped barefoot on the ground, looked at Jiang Chuyue, his voice was as cold as ever, as if without any emotion: "Help me lift the seal."

The words fell.

Jiang Chuyue, who was still a little confused, murmured: "What seal."

The next second, she suddenly reacted.

"Senior sister wants to lift the seal?!"

It was like an electric current hit my mind, and I suddenly woke up.

Jiang Chuyue's eyes widened, she looked at her senior sister in surprise, and asked uneasily: "Senior sister, what happened?"

Chang An: "Danger."

"?"

Jiang Chuyue's eyes showed confusion, and she was also a little anxious: "Is the sect in danger, or is the master in danger?"

The master stayed at the top of Zongmen Mountain in Yunzhou in the north.

It is far away from the capital.

How did the senior sister know that the master was in danger?

"Ren Pingsheng." Chang An spoke again.

Jiang Chuyue was startled.

Is the prince in danger?

Didn't he go to Xia Miao?

With Emperor Zhaowu and that Xiao Langhouzi guarding him, what danger could there be?

Even if there is danger.

Senior sister is staying in the capital, how do you know?

Could it be that the prince would write a letter to his senior sister when he was in danger?

A series of questions came to mind.

Jiang Chuyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, she heard the cold voice of her senior sister again.

"Hurry up."

Obviously urging.

When it came out of her mouth, it always felt a little strange.

Senior sister, has she been pretending to be cold and cold for too long, and she can no longer change her mind?

Jiang Chuyue had random thoughts for a while, shook her head resolutely, and said seriously: "Before entering the capital, Master told me that if there is no life or death crisis, I am not allowed to help senior sister to lift the seal."

The words fell.

There was a hint of determination in Chang An's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Are you trying to break the poison's seal yourself?

Jiang Chuyue's eyes narrowed and she hurriedly said: "Senior sister, farewell!"

Chang An opened his eyes, looked at her, and said again: "Help me."

Seeing her senior sister being so determined, Jiang Chuyue sighed and looked a little helpless: "Senior sister, are you having a nightmare? She is just a little Xia Miao. There are only fifth-level monsters in the hunting ground at most. The prince has many life-saving means. Nothing could happen.

Senior sister has been recuperating for so long, and has barely regained some strength. Once the seal is lifted, all her previous efforts will be wasted, so how can she catch up with that big event.

I missed this opportunity, and I don’t know when the next time will be, but Master has placed all his hopes of revitalizing the sect on Senior Sister, Senior Sister.”

The words are not finished yet.

Chang An suddenly felt a cramp in his heart, his fair face was slightly pale, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his beautiful eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

"Sister!"

When Jiang Chuyue saw this scene, she was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Are you okay?"

pain.

it hurts

Chang An stretched out his hand to cover his heart, his eyebrows knitted together, his face became paler, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the ends of his hair were wet, sticking to his forehead slightly messily.

"Senior sister, what's going on?"

Jiang Chuyue helped her senior sister, her little face flushed with anxiety.

"Ren Pingsheng"

Chang An's slender jade hands tightly grasped the clothes on his chest, and tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.

This is a side effect of using dual cultivation to suppress the poison.

Sometimes, one party has a certain feeling, and the other party can also feel it faintly.

During the bridal chamber's night of flowers and candles.

She noticed it.

But it was just a guess at the time, and later it was gradually verified as we got along.

For now.

Only she can feel Ren Pingsheng.

Ren couldn't feel him for the rest of his life.

That's why.

She can be sure that Ren has encountered a crisis in his life, a life and death crisis!

"Chuyue, help me"

Chang An covered his heart and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Chuyue, with a rare hint of pleading in his cold eyes.

Saw this scene.

Jiang Chuyue felt distressed and her breathing stopped for a second.

After struggling for a few seconds, she gritted her teeth.

What revitalizes the sect?

What a big deal.

Senior sister is the most important!

Lift the seal, lift the seal, and then slowly recuperate after the big deal.

This is the thought.

Jiang Chuyue made a decision, with a firm look in her eyes. She looked at her senior sister and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, take off your coat!"

Seeing junior sister agree.

There was a hint of relief in Chang An's eyes, and he didn't care much. He sat down cross-legged, gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, loosened his grip on the clothes on his chest, and slowly took off his coat.

Jiang Chuyue changed her usual playful smile to a serious expression, and reached out to hold Chang An's delicate hand.

"Sister, come on!"