Seeing Lingzhi and others gathered together to fight against the demon wolf, but their two disciples were alone, and they were very likely to be attacked by the demon wolf king, and they were unable to clone themselves.

Immediately threatened Lingzhi and others to protect his two nephews. Lingzhi and others had no choice but to escape alone. Once Fan Jingyu escaped alone, it would be easy. At that time, they would have to feed two fifth-level demon wolves and had to protect them at the innermost point. Even Lingzhi, a cultivator in Qi training, was in front of the two foundation-building cultivators.

The fifth-level monster is more powerful than the monk, and his nature is bloody and cruel. After evolution and enlightenment, he is even more cunning. How could a few foundation-building monks be opponents? It’s just that the demon wolf king teases the monks as if he is playing with prey, and he is trying to take action. He looks in danger and his life is hanging on the line.

Zhou Hao happened to arrive when he heard the sound. It was just when everyone couldn't hold on. He saw that Ganoderma lucidum was fine at first sight, and he didn't think about it. He immediately took over the fight between Zhao Cheng and the others and fought with the White Demon Wolf King.

For about a quarter of an hour, the white demon wolf was covered in scars, one in front and one behind, and his legs were broken. He was sobbing and wailing to avoid Zhou Hao's attack, and was about to be in trouble.

But it was the opposite. Fan Jingyu was covered in blood. He ran away while roaring, "You guys are so quick to help me!" Look at me being unlucky?"

Others ignored his yelling. Someone from Tian Kun was not afraid of causing trouble when he was in the backstage. He shouted: "Senior, you should show off your real skills. We little shrimps have low cultivation. I am afraid they will help you too much and affect your performance!"

Fan Jingyu was so angry that he didn't dare to threaten everyone with Ganoderma lucidum at this time, for fear that it would backfire and be taken to his nephew as a hostage. He was depressed and helpless and had to shout, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, help me, I can't stand it."

Zhou Hao is so angry!

You said that you are a great Jindan monk and call me a foundation-building monk for help. Are I that awesome?

But the qi is reborn, but it must be held in the hands of the Chixuan sword

After exerting force again, the Silver Wolf King had no strength left. He could not dodge and was pierced through his heart with a sword and fell to death on the spot.

Zhou Hao immediately joined Fan Jingyu's battle circle. However, this demon wolf king was extremely cunning. Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and ran away. With a few ups and downs, he disappeared behind the cliff.

No one went to chase after him, Zhou Hao consumed a lot and had no intention of chasing him. Fan Jingyu sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his arms trembled, and his bandage was done by both disciples.

"Young Master!" Lingzhi hurried over and saw that Zhou Hao was not hurt. She felt relieved. The other monks went to restrain the corpses of the dead monks in their homes and took them back to return them to their homes. Tian Kun walked closer and quietly reported what had happened before.

After hearing this, Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes and felt depressed and wanted to vent his anger. He looked at the miserable Fan Jingyu, but he didn't get angry. He ordered: "Ask everyone if they have packed up. Then we will set off, leave here first, and go to find others."

Fan Jingyu looked at Zhou Hao and his group who had left the house without even saying hello, but was angry but helpless, so he had to vent his anger on his two nephews.

The monks of the Chenliang Zhu family all have their own contact information. Zhou Hao and his party found more than 30 and two monks who had gathered together, including Li Chengliang, Li Xue, Zhu Yunniang, Zhu Zhushan and other leaders, and they were all there, and they were all in the backbone. The next five days, the monks gathered together, and in the end they lost three or four monks, which was quite a small matter.

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The ghosts are sunken in the abyss, and the clouds and mist are shrouded all year round, and the depth is unfathomable. This is the end of this trip to the Kunyu Mountains and entering the land of the Tianyan Sect.

No one knows why this place is formed and how deep it is. In short, no one has ever seen it again. The thick fog is like a cloud lake, sometimes turbulent and sometimes turbulent, extending to the south.

In the hazy, you can see the Wanren Cliff opposite. If someone wants to rely on the cultivation of the Golden Pill or the weapon to cross it, then congratulations, you will be swallowed silently, which will be your final outcome.

If you want to cross this place, you can only move forward along the west side of the mountain range, then move eastward and then turn south, which is equivalent to a big circle. Fortunately, there are almost no monsters in the middle of this. It seems that the monsters are born with intuition, and they also understand that this place is dangerous, and even the flying monsters will not fly over the Ghost Abyss.

Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun took back the soul jade as they wished, but did not choose to leave. They vowed to follow Zhou Hao. Zhou Hao did not accept it, but just depended on the Ganoderma lucidum. Whether it was true or false, Zhou Hao did not pursue it, and Ganoderma lucidum did not refuse, but had a decision in his heart and did not tell Zhou Hao.

The long journey seems to never end, with day and night alternating, one side is the mysterious ghost abyss, and the bumpy cliff vines under your feet. At every moment, you have to concentrate on it, making people crazy in tranquility.

When the leading monk let out a trembling cheer, like a clear spring, washing away the fog of entanglement in his heart, everyone accelerated. Looking down from the ridge, the gentle dense forests were endless on the far ground, the golden sunshine shone down a piece of heat, and suddenly dissipated the last trace of yin and coldness. More than a month had passed.

Everyone was in a good mood and finally left the Kunyu Mountains, fighting and fleeing, facing unknown crises at all times. Even monks seemed to be in a different world at this moment.

When they arrived here, Zhou Hao bid farewell to the two monks and walked alone with Ganoderma lucidum. Everyone had no choice but to make an appointment to meet again in Tianyan Sect, leaving a seal and jade plaque, and then said goodbye. Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun followed, and Zhou Hao did not drive away anyone.

Five days later, before the sun sets, we passed through the scattered villages, and the crowds were getting thicker. The farmers who returned from farming, Jianyong who returned from hunting, and children who chased and played. A small city appeared in front of us, Dingtao, two large characters full of traces of time, embedded above the mottled city gate.

The lazy sergeant at the city gate squinted his eyes and looked at the traders in and out. Under the pergola, there were a few side dishes, two pots of old wine, and several officials surrounded the scholar and the scholar flattered him, but there was a handsome child next to him, with red lips, white teeth, sword eyebrows, starry eyes and starry eyes.

This child was not very old in childhood, but he stood aside seriously, holding a yellow book with one hand on his left hand, reading it alone, letting others talk nonsense, but it didn't even arouse interest.

Zhou Hao's spiritual consciousness was slightly explored and found that it was a small cultivator who had a sense of energy in the first place. He ignored him and walked into the city.

The scribe saw four people, and a ray of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the wine glasses in his hands were shaking, "Cough"

The child next to him who was originally obsessed with books quickly raised his eyes, staring at four figures in his eyes, and his eyes were also full of brilliance. Then he gently stuffed the book into his arms to smooth it off, and trotted and chased into the city gate.

The reason why the small city is called small is because of the decay of the city, the low moat walls and the dry moat, the main street is only three or four feet wide. The old street shops are all mottled and fallen patent leather, the deep doorways, the broken stone lions and leopards, and the towering trees that squeak in the sky. It seems that the city is a completely old scholar.
Chapter completed!