Arriving directly in front of the huge meat ball, Qin Yichen stopped and looked up at the huge meat ball.

Feeling the pure atmosphere inside carefully, Qin Yichen couldn't help but admire it.

"As expected of an existence that even Olympus is helpless and unable to completely encircle and suppress."

Qin Yichen saw at a glance that the key to this magical beast was to condense life essence.

These techniques are very common in Sanqian Daoting, but they are called "Three Thousand Daoting".

Magic!

It also absorbs life essence and improves one's strength in the short term.

This is an extremely fast way to practice.

It doesn’t even require talent or any basic skills.

All you need to do is master the technique and have a cold, emotionless heart.

You can achieve the hard work that other people have done for decades or even centuries.

As long as these methods are not prohibited, the monsters will never be eradicated.

Even if all the recorded files are destroyed, given the gloom of people's hearts, there will definitely be countless people willing to take the risk and test it.

"As long as it's not on the same level as Ares, the God of War, I can handle such a monster made with crude means."

Qin Yichen felt measured and took a step back.

Look up at the top of this huge meat ball.

"Judging from the lines of condensed energy, this flaw is at the top."

"You still have some brains."

Qin Yichen even had the leisure to comment on this third-level monster.

With the wisdom of a third-level monster, he just subconsciously held the most vulnerable place above his head or hid it below.

But the third-level magic beast contains the aura of the fourth-level magic beast. It is naturally different from the ordinary third-level magic beast.

While raising its weak point above its head, it uses its huge size to block the attacks of ordinary opponents.

It can avoid a lot of energy consumption and is more conducive to the breeding of monsters.

"It's a pity that you met me."

Qin Yichen raised his head and looked at the sky. There were countless Taoist spells cast from the sky.

Now, although I am restricted by the rules of the world and cannot fully display my strength,

But when it comes to dealing with third-level monsters, it's really not that difficult if it simply exceeds the strength of the temple's lowest hunting team.

Soaring into the sky, Qin Yichen opened his hands, and behind him, a Tai Chi Bagua diagram quietly emerged.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Yichen finished the exercise.

After all, the temples are not far apart. If Ares, the god of war, rushes over and sees the skills he has performed, there will be no way a mask can hide it.

After thinking for a while, Qin Yichen drew out the hunter's standard sword.

Sweep downward.

The moment Qin Yichen broke into the blood mist, his whole flesh ball suddenly squirmed, and countless branches-like arms popped out.

call!

The sound of breaking through the air passed by him, and Qin Yichen dodged easily.

But as he got closer, there were more and more arms, and Qin Yichen gradually felt the difficulty.

"This damn thing still underestimates him."

Qin Yichen waved the sword blade in his hand, the sword light surrounding his body.

Looking back at the distance, I saw that the Templars had not arrived yet.

Since he wouldn't be seen anyway, Qin Yichen indulged himself a little, waving his sword, and the heavy winter snow covered Qin Yichen's body.

Any arm that dared to come too close would be chopped into several sections in an instant.

Nine swords dance in the breeze.

Qin Yichen casually thought of a set of basic sword moves from Three Thousand Taoist Courts.

The sword blade was swaying, and the arms of the third-level monsters fell down one after another.

Broken arms fell one after another, and countless arms came in!

Densely packed, occupying Qin Yichen's sight.

"Star Eyes!"

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, a starlight bloomed in Qin Yichen's eyes, and he cut a bloody path in an instant.

Qin Yichen rushed out of the encirclement, and at the edge of the blood mist, there were already countless arms hanging in the sky, blocking his retreat.

However, Qin Yichen never turned his head to look behind him from beginning to end.

His goal was never to turn around and run away.

Sneak into the flesh ball of this third-level monster and smash the monster core into pieces.

This time the hunting team's mission was exceeded.

At least he can be promoted to the status of the chief hunting captain of the temple.

This is enough for Qin Yichen.

"Predict that I will retreat."

"That means that when I attack, he will definitely defend with all his strength."

"It seems that I have to show something beyond my current strength without being discovered."

After thinking for a second, Qin Yichen seized the time, broke through the layers of surroundings, came to the entrance above the meat ball, and jumped down.

…

In the Temple of the God of War, Hansen flew back all the way and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

As soon as he returned to the entrance of the temple, he supported the wall with one hand and pressed his chest with the other. His heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

"This wind... is so powerful, it's causing trouble..."

Even the thoughts in my heart were blurred.

Taking a deep breath, Hansen stood up straight.

"Beicun discovered the third-level monster, and told the Lord God of War about it!"

A roar exhausted Hansen's last strength.

Because he shoulders the command of the God of War Ares to protect the "wind", his psychological and physical pressure suddenly increased along the way.

Extraordinary performance, and he rushed back a moment early. Hansen had exhausted everything.

Force yourself to tell the key information.

Hansen fell to the ground with a thud.

Several soldiers on duty near the temple hurried forward, and someone shouted in panic.

"You guys should hurry up and send the news to Lord Ares, the God of War!"

Several temple soldiers suddenly stopped and looked at the speaker.

"What level of monster was Captain Hansen talking about just now?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Hansen didn't attract much attention when he came back. After shouting, he fell to the ground and passed out completely.

As for his previous shout, no one heard him clearly.

A lean Templar soldier frowned.

"It sounds like a World of Warcraft to me, but I don't know the specific grade."

Everyone looked at each other.

The level of the monster is related to the scale of the temple's counterattack.

If the report is too high, the temple will gain more than it loses, but if the report is too low, the temple soldiers will die in vain.

When everyone was at their wits' end, one person suddenly said.

"Warcraft below level three will not be reported, that is to say, they must be at least level three."

"I think it should be level four. Hansen rushed back in such a hurry, indicating that the matter is urgent, at least level four."

Fourth level monster.
To be continued...