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The strong wind whipped up the showers like countless whips, lashing the ground hard, causing the rain to fly and splash, making it confusing.

Ren Pingsheng twisted his waist and swung his knife, hitting the owl demon attacking from the side.

Only a shrill scream was heard.

Feathers flew, blood splashed everywhere, washed away by the heavy rain, mixed with the dirty muddy water, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

In the dark environment, the sound of raindrops hitting the ground mixed with the roars of various monsters made people feel trembling in their hearts.

now.

Ren Pingsheng's vision was obscured by the rain, and his eyes were gray. He could only rely on his hearing to judge where to strike with his knife.

Good thing.

He was not the only one affected by the heavy rain, but also various demon clans.

After the bonfire was extinguished, in the pitch-black night, these monsters' sense of sight, hearing, and smell were far better than they would ever be in a lifetime, and they should have had the upper hand.

And this downpour brought them to the same level as Ren's life.

"Ouch!"

A wolf howled in his ears.

Ren Pingsheng relied on his martial arts instinct to rise into the air and strike out with a knife.

puff!

Warm blood splashed on his face.

The wolf demon whined and hit the ground hard.

Right now.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a shining arc rushed down from the clouds, instantly lighting up the night sky and the ground.

Ren Pingsheng held the broken knife in his hand and stood upright on the spot, his clothes and hair were wet from the rain and clinging to his body.

The corpses of more than a dozen monster beasts lay quietly at his feet. The heavy rain washed away, and the blood continued to seep out and soak into the soil, dyeing the muddy ground under his feet red.

In front of the mysterious mirror.

The heavy rain hit the high platform.

It automatically bounced four or five feet away from the ground, gathering into streams of water and flowing down from the edge.

Obviously, this high platform is a magic weapon that can isolate a certain range of space from being affected by heavy rain.

now.

On the high platform, the nobles, including King Jin and Liu Yunmeng, stared at the mysterious mirror without blinking.

Even though it was pitch dark, nothing could be seen clearly.

Boom!

Lightning pierced the sky, instantly illuminating the mysterious mirror and the picture in the mirror.

"Prince Zhenbei is still alive!"

Everyone looked at the proudly standing body, with excitement on their faces.

Liu Yunmeng's tears streaked down her delicate face, she clenched her fists tightly and prayed silently in her heart: "We must survive!"

The edge of the hunting ground.

The two princes released their spiritual energy outwards, forming a small protective shield to protect the warriors from the heavy rain.

"How long will it take?" Duke Dingguo looked at Mu Jian who was breaking the formation and shouted loudly.

"Half an hour."

In the heavy rain, Mu Jian's voice seemed a bit ethereal.

now.

Duke Dingguo had learned about the situation in the hunting ground and couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it! When you break the formation, the people inside will drown too!"

The words came out as if they were drowned by a heavy rain.

aside.

Duke An Guo was even more anxious than Duke Ding and shouted loudly: "Can you hurry up!"

"Master will be here for half an hour."

Mu Jian repeated his previous answer.

Duke Dingguo and others were anxious after hearing this, but there was nothing they could do.

At this time.

Mu Jian's clear voice sounded again.

"This formation only blocks the physical body, not the soul. If you are really anxious, you can leave the soul and enter the formation."

Can Yuanshen join the battle?

The eyes of An Guo Gong and Ding Guo Gong brightened and then dimmed quickly.

They are martial artists who never practice the skills related to the soul. Even if the soul leaves the body and enters the formation, it is meaningless.

If there were Taoist disciples here, they might be able to enter the hunting ground, possess the demon corpses, and help take some of the pressure off that kid Ren Pingsheng.

Boom!

The two princes were thinking wildly, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed above their heads, lighting up the sky and the earth.

"Guo, duke. I seem to see a woman."

Someone seemed to have discovered something, his expression was a little frightened, and his voice was slightly trembling.

Duke Dingguo said angrily: "It's raining heavily in the wilderness, where can this woman come from?"

The words just fell.

The voice of Duke An Guo came from the side: "But Princess Yunhe is here?"

"It's just nonsense!"

Duke Dingguo knitted his brows together and shouted angrily: "It's raining so hard, why didn't she hide away well? What's she doing here? If something happens, how can we explain to the Holy Master?"

The man hurriedly said: "It's not His Highness Yun He. That woman is taller, dressed in white, with disheveled hair. She looks like..."

After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Like a female ghost in the mountains!"

Boom!

The roar of thunder was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.

A female ghost in the mountains?

Could it be that some high-level monster took the opportunity to cause chaos?

Thinking of this, the two princes couldn't help but frowned and reminded loudly: "There is less than half an hour left, so brace yourself and get ready to slay the demons!"

The strong wind and rain continued to beat against the protective shield formed by the spiritual energy, making a crackling sound.

Including the two princes, everyone's eyes were sharper and they silently clenched their weapons.

In the formation.

The branches rattled in the wind.

The rain fell, splashing up a layer of white mist, like a misty white gauze.

Ren Pingsheng held the broken knife in his hand, letting the strong wind and rain beat on his face, as if he was tireless, raising the knife and letting it fall.

The tattered costume on his body had been completely dyed red by the blood.

My shoulders, which were a little sore at first, have become numb.

The originally clear consciousness gradually became confused, and the slashing of the knife was completely instinctive, or it could be said that it came from twenty years of continuous training of martial arts.

Bang!

The broken knife slashes.

Another monster had its head cut off and smashed onto the muddy ground.

this moment.

Ren Pingsheng felt that he had reached his limit. The spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and he was like a dry pond. His eyes were black, and his mind was blank, as if he would lose consciousness in the next second and fall to the ground.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

The rain has become much lighter.

An unprecedented feeling of fatigue surged in his heart, quickly spreading from his heart to his limbs.

"Maybe this is the limit."

Ren Pingsheng's hand holding the long knife kept shaking, and the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a wry smile.

The moment before unconsciousness.

Various images were replayed in his mind like a whirlwind.

The figures of parents.

Sister-in-law's smile.

Xiao Nuxia's coquettishness.

And Chang An’s veiled face.

"In the end, I still didn't see her face."

With this thought in mind, Ren Pingsheng used up his last bit of strength to hold the broken knife and slash at the demon clan that was rushing towards him from the side.

Even if there is only a little spiritual energy left, he will drag a monster to be buried with him!

puff!

The broken knife chopped off the demon's head.

Blood gushes out like a spring.

The last bit of energy was exhausted.

The right arm fell down weakly.

Blood oozed from the wound, flowing down the arm and onto the broken knife, seeping into the blade of the broken knife.

The next second.

The blade seemed to be imbued with some kind of energy, glowing with a faint red light.

at the same time.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt something being injected into his body. A warm feeling poured into his lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout his body.

Like a drained pond, a new spring springs up.

"Roar!"

The roars of the demon race rang in my ears.

Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes suddenly and slashed with his instinct honed over many years.

The loud dragon roar sounded again.

The sword flashed and turned into a red stream of light like a dragon, rushing towards the demon clan.

It's obviously still half a step away.

The broken knife actually struck the demon clan's body.

Only a shrill wail was heard.

A deep scar appeared on the monster's chest, and blood spurted out, mixed with rainwater and flowed to the ground.

"Is this sword energy?"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes narrowed and he suddenly realized.

I may have broken through the eighth level!

The rain tapers off.

The monsters were finally able to see Ren Pingsheng's figure and movements clearly, and they rushed forward desperately.

"It's just the right time to break through! I can help a few backers!"

Ren Pingsheng twitched the corner of his mouth, held the broken knife tightly, and slashed again.

Again, the sword rises and falls with the hand, and the sword falls with the hand.

Different from before.

Now, what he slashed with was the condensed sword energy.

Time passes minute by minute.

There are more and more monster corpses on the ground, and they have piled up into a small hill.

Ren Pingsheng stood on it, extreme fatigue hit him again, and his eyesight turned black.

"No, this time there really isn't a drop of spiritual energy left."

Ren Pingsheng made the last slash, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and he could hardly even lift the knife.

at the same time.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and the heavy fog gradually dispersed.

There are still more than a hundred monsters left.

They looked at Ren Pingsheng standing on the pile of corpses, with deep fear in their eyes, and they did not dare to step forward for a while.

at this time.

A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded.

"Back...down..."

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyes and saw the bat-like humanoid creature getting up from the ground and slowly walking towards him.

"Hiding in the back during a group fight and then coming out to grab people's heads when you see the remaining health is really not a thing."

Ren Pingsheng cursed in his heart, gritted his teeth and tried to raise the long knife, but found that he couldn't muster any strength at all.

All right.

In his current state, the remaining blood is not even considered, it should be regarded as silk blood.

Ren Pingsheng was ridiculing himself desperately, a smile appeared on his lips, and with the remaining strength, he spat at the ferocious monster that had come to him.

There was no saliva in his mouth, only bright red blood.

"Roar!"

Seeing this scene, the monster knew that he had run out of gas and let out an excited roar.

"I can't hold it any longer."

Ren Pingsheng listened to the roar in his ears and couldn't hold it in any longer. His eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

only.

The second before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see a hint of distress in the monster's scarlet eyes?

"Roar!"

"Ouch!"

When the monsters saw this scene, their faces showed ecstasy.

Ren Pingsheng is dead!

They completed Master Tushan's mission and died without regrets!

"My lord! Pull off his head! Kill him completely!"

A deer demon looked at the monster and warned.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The other demon tribes shouted.

The monster turned to look at them, with a deep chill in its scarlet eyes.

The demon clan fell silent instantly.

They didn't understand why Lord Bloodwing looked at them with such murderous eyes.

"grown ups."

The deer demon moved his mouth, wanting to say something.

Before he could speak, Lord Bloodwing heard a piercing scream.

Before the monsters could react to what happened, they saw a blood-colored figure flash by, and then they felt a sharp pain in their necks, their consciousness gradually blurred, and their bodies fell to the ground.

In just one stick of incense.

Twenty to thirty of the hundreds of monsters were killed.

The remaining monsters saw that the situation was not right, and turned around and ran without hesitation.

Lord Blood Wing was at the peak of the fourth rank. Although he was seriously injured, he had recovered a little by sucking the blood of the fourth rank monk just now... They were definitely not opponents!

Seeing the monsters fleeing in all directions, the monster did not chase them, but stayed by Ren Pingsheng's side, silently guarding him.

Her scarlet eyes were full of heartache.

A few seconds later.

She finally failed to restrain the emotions in her heart, and stretched out her blood-red wings, trying to protect Ren Pingsheng from the wind and rain.

At this moment.

There was a roar behind her.

"Blood Wing! Die!"

Boom!

The spiritual energy in the air around her gathered together like a volcanic eruption, turning into a saber, rushing straight to her neck, with great force and heavy weight, and falling down with a bang.

Bang!

The monster's hideous head suddenly split open, and yellow and white things fell on the gushing blood, emitting a pungent odor.

The huge body shook gently twice and suddenly fell to the ground.

"?"

Not far away.

Duke Dingguo was a little confused when he saw this scene.

"So vulnerable? It shouldn't be."

A few years ago.

He had fought with this bat demon named Blood Wing and had a good understanding of his strength.

Even if he was seriously injured in the previous battle with the demon locker, he should not have no power to fight back.

Maybe this duke has become stronger again?

Duke Dingguo thought about it for a while, suppressed his doubts, and his figure turned into a stream of light, and appeared beside Ren Pingsheng in the blink of an eye.

He squatted down and stretched out his hand to test his breath.

"Still alive!"

Duke Dingguo was delighted and shouted, before the last word fell.

Duke Anguo had already appeared on the other side, holding a pill in his hand, with a solemn face, and carefully stuffed it into his mouth.

"Returning Soul Pill?"

Duke Dingguo saw this scene, with a little surprise in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect you to be so generous."

Returning Soul Pill can maintain life and stabilize the soul.

Theoretically, no matter how serious the injury is, taking the Returning Soul Pill will not worry about life in a short period of time.

Such a pill is hard to find even in the capital.

Duke Anguo glanced at him and said indifferently: "This is my grandson."

Duke Dingguo sneered: "A grandson who was not even allowed to enter the house?"

Duke Anguo was silent for a moment, and after a long time he said: "Old man, I don't bother to argue with you."

At this time

Duke Dingguo suddenly thought of something, with a strange expression, and asked curiously: "Where is your little one?"

Referring to the youngest son of Duke Anguo, that is, the prince of Duke Anguo, Bai Ping.

Hearing this question, Duke Anguo was slightly startled.

For the past one or two hours, all his attention was on Ren Pingsheng, and he almost forgot that he had a son in the hunting ground.

"Don't worry about him."

Duke Anguo looked calm and confident in his son's strength.

"I'm not worried about him."

Duke Dingguo smiled on his face eroded by time, and raised his eyebrows: "I just want to know why the prince of Duke Anguo, who holds the sun and the moon and picks the stars, and there is no one like me in the world, didn't show up and turn the tide."

Hearing this poem.

The corner of Duke Anguo's eye twitched, but he ignored it and chose to remain silent.

The center of the hunting ground.

Bai Ping stood there, closed his eyes and dozed, waiting quietly.

The raindrops fell, as if they had eyes, automatically avoiding the small area where he was.

A moon-white long gown fluttered slightly in the wind, spotless, with a handsome face, delicate features, and a temperament that was like a banished immortal.

"Why has no demon tribe come here for so long?"

As time passed, the rainstorm gradually subsided.

Bai Ping finally couldn't bear it anymore and slowly opened his eyes.

He originally thought that he had hidden his breath, and he was in the center of the hunting ground, so there must be blind demon tribes who would attack him.

But he didn't expect that from dawn to dusk, from cloudy days to rainy days, until now, when the rainstorm subsided, no demon tribe came to the door.

That would be fine.

But the forest was silent, as if there were no other living things except himself.

"Does it have to force this prince to hunt demon tribes like those ordinary people?"

When he thought of this, Bai Ping frowned slightly and fell into entanglement.

Taking the initiative to attack and hunt demon tribes is too low-class. Even if he wins first, it will give people a feeling of bullying.

That's all.

Wait for another half a day.

Bai Ping made a decision and continued to wait.

At this moment.

There was a rustling sound not far away.

"Something is coming!"

Bai Ping's eyes lit up and he looked over.

The noise was getting closer and closer.

It was like a group of wild beasts running wildly.

Finally, I've waited for it!

Bai Ping's eyes were full of excitement, but his expression did not change. He said three words calmly: "Come on!"

Between his words and actions, he showed his true colors as a strong man, full of style!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

A few seconds later.

A huge deer demon rushed out of the bushes.

Hearing Bai Ping's voice, it was stunned for a moment.

It stopped where it was, looking at the young human in a long robe, spotless, with a blank face.

"Are there still humans in the forest?"

For a moment, the deer demon was a little dazed.

Bai Ping looked at the bloody deer demon and became more and more excited. The spiritual energy in his body was already thirsty.

Even so.

He still restrained himself from attacking, but said calmly: "You have already found a way to die."

"."

The deer demon was in a daze for a few seconds, and cursed angrily: "Fool!"

After cursing, he turned around and ran away.

"..."

Bai Ping's eyes showed a trace of anger, and he urged the spiritual energy in his body. His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye.

He appeared in front of the deer demon and said coldly: "This prince can take your head as easily as taking something out of a bag."

When the deer demon saw this scene, his face showed a look of horror, and he subconsciously wanted to ask for mercy.

Then he thought, the mission had failed, and there were high-quality cultivators of the human race everywhere outside the forest. What's the point of begging for mercy?

It's nothing more than being caught back to the Demon Locking Tower and continuing to suffer torture.

That's all.

He spat at Bai Ping and cursed: "Noisy! You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

"."

Bai Ping was slightly stunned.

The scene in front of him was completely different from what he thought.

Logically.

Shouldn't this deer demon kneel down and beg for mercy?

Hearing him say this, why do I feel like I have become the villain in the story?

He was in a trance for a while.

He frowned slightly, said no more, and used his fingers as swords to draw twice in the air.

The spiritual energy around him quickly condensed and turned into a sharp blade, rushing straight to the neck of the deer demon.

Bang. The deer demon's body separated, and its huge head fell heavily on the ground, and it was dead in the blink of an eye.

Bai Ping stood there, looking at the deer demon's body, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a while.

He seemed to have realized something, and stopped struggling. He urged his spiritual energy, twisted the weeds into a rope, passed through the deer demon's head, and looked for the next prey.

After one stick of incense.

He found a rabbit demon, raised his voice, and chanted in a clear tone.

"Holding the sun and the moon in my hands and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

During the chanting process, it was clearly seen that the rabbit demon showed a shocked expression.

"Sure enough. The method taught by my nephew is more useful than the one in the storybook."

Bai Ping thought so, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was in a good mood and made another move to cut off the head of the rabbit demon.

For the next one or two hours.

He recited poems while killing the demons.

He stopped to rest for a while until the heads strung together by straw ropes reached twenty.

Looking at his masterpiece, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Killing demons is like mowing grass. Those people in front of the Xuanji mirror should have been impressed by the style of this prince."

Bai Ping stood there, and this thought came to his mind.

He couldn't imagine.

Among this group of people, who else could be as calm and easy as him.

You don't need to think about it.

The image in the mysterious mirror must always be fixed on himself.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the second day.

The morning light slowly opened the curtain.

Early morning.

The sky cleared up after the rain.

The clear dripping of dew brushed away the remaining dreams, and the body and mind were clean.

He hunted dozens of monsters.

Bai Ping's heart gradually calmed down, looking up at the sky, thinking: "It's almost done."

These dozens of heads are enough for him to reach the top. It would be boring to continue hunting. It's better to leave some opportunities for others.

This is the thought.

Bai Ping no longer hesitated and walked out of the hunting ground.

More than half an hour later.

He brought these heads to the edge of the forest, stopped, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Holding the sun and the moon in my hands and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world"

His voice was clear, and with the birds singing after the rain, it had a bit of ethereal breath.

Bai Ping was very satisfied with this, holding the straw rope with the heads, and walked out slowly.

He looked forward.

As expected, the scene where the demon locker and the others looked at him with shock and admiration did not appear.

In fact,

He did not see the demon locker and the others at all. He only saw the demon corpses piled up into a small hill, the muddy land stained with blood, and a dozen confused Jinyiwei.

"What happened?"

Bai Ping stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

At this time.

A Jinyiwei centurion walked over quickly and saluted: "Greetings to the prince of Anguo."

Bai Ping looked at him and wanted to maintain his extraordinary image. After struggling for a few seconds, he couldn't help asking: "What happened? Why is the demon locker not here? Where did these demon corpses come from?"

"Replying to the prince, the demon locker was unfortunately killed, and the murderer was a fourth-grade demon."

Before the Jinyiwei finished speaking, Bai Ping couldn't wait to ask: "Where is that fourth-grade demon?"

Killing that fourth-grade demon is better than hunting more seventh-grade demons.

If he really killed him, he would be the first person in Xia Miao's history to kill a fourth-grade demon. Just thinking about it was exciting.

Jinyiwei said: "He has been killed. The one who did it was Duke Dingguo."

Bai Ping was disappointed when he heard that.

Jinyiwei glanced at him and continued: "These demon corpses were all killed by the prince of Zhenbei."

"Prince of Zhenbei"

Bai Ping was slightly stunned and looked at the pile of corpses, with a trance in his eyes.

So many demons.

How could he, an eighth-grade, do it?

Bai Ping's first reaction was that he didn't believe it. He looked at Jin Yiwei and wanted to ask for specific details. Before he could speak, he saw Jin Yiwei's expression as expected.

"..."

He instantly realized that he had lost his composure.

After a few seconds of silence, he returned to his original calm appearance and remained silent.

Seeing this, Jin Yiwei continued to tell: "Something happened to Xia Miao this year, and those monsters..."

Next, from the time when the monsters gathered in groups, ambushed and hunted, and everyone was defeated, it was told that the Prince of Zhenbei gathered the stragglers and led them out of the forest.

Then the prince of Zhenbei came down to earth and killed dozens of monsters with his own strength.

When his energy was exhausted, he broke through to the seventh level and continued to kill the demon clan. He dragged him until the two princes arrived, and then he fainted to the ground due to lack of physical strength.

It was told in great detail from beginning to end, even some details were not missed. For example, everyone only followed the Prince of Zhenbei. Faced with the siege, the Prince of Zhenbei laughed wildly in the sky and scared away the demon clan... It was told clearly and logically, as if it were a storyteller. Sir-like and engaging.

in his description.

The prince of Zhenbei is gentle and courteous, extremely prestigious and powerful. He is like a god descending to earth, capable of doing anything.

Use your own efforts to turn the tide before it falls, and to support the building before it collapses.

Bai Ping's heart was filled with excitement when he heard this, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene Jin Yiwei mentioned.

"If it was my son who did all this"

When this idea came up, it was out of control.

Bai Ping couldn't help but replace the protagonist in his mind with himself.

Thinking of his own orders and prohibitions, he led the desperate people out of the hunting ground.

He resisted the attack of the fourth-grade demon, standing firm and motionless, standing proudly among the heroes.

Facing the siege of countless monsters, he looked calm and calm, with a look of disdain on his face. He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, scaring Xiaoxiao away.

With one sword and one sword, he fought to the death without retreating. When he was exhausted, he broke through to the fifth level and fought until the last moment.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

The more I think about it, the more excited I become.

to the end.

Bai Ping could no longer control himself and his body began to tremble.

Seeing this scene, all the members of the Jinyiwei family were startled and asked hurriedly: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Bai Ping turned a deaf ear, staring at Jinyiwei Baihu with a pair of eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Jin Yiwei replied: "Mysterious mirror."

Mysterious mirror.

So, everyone has seen everything Prince Zhenbei did?

This is the thought.

Bai Ping's body trembled even more.

for a while.

All sorts of emotions came flooding back to me.

envious!

envy!

hatred!

at the same time.

Near the hunting ground, in a luxurious carriage.

On a fluffy blanket.

Ren Pingsheng lay quietly.

beside.

Liu Yunmeng's eyes were red, and she gently touched the wounds on his body with her soft hands. She was so distressed that she could hardly breathe.

After a while, she withdrew her jade hand, lay down next to him gently, leaned against his shoulder, and murmured vaguely: "Don't leave me alone, okay."

At this time.

Jin Yiwei's slightly surprised voice came from outside the carriage.

"Where did the fox come from?"