The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Zhuo Yanjia's cultivation level is low, but with Feng Jing carrying her, it's no problem to shrink the ground to an inch. In just half noon, everyone came to Qingshan Town again.

The last time they came specifically for the auction here, this time they just took a short rest. After finding a restaurant for Zhuo Yanjia to have lunch, everyone set off for Shiwan Dashan.

Before coming to Qingshan Town with Fengjing, Yunying was shocked by his generosity.At this time, Zhuo Yanjia didn't give up too much, although he didn't eat much, it was all the best monster meat and delicate refreshments.

Yunying was not surprised by this, although Yan Yi's eyes flickered, he didn't say anything.

The cave that Yan Yi mentioned is quite secretive, and in the deeper part of the outer reaches of the Shiwan Dashan, it is natural to encounter countless monsters along the way.

In the beginning, there were only first- and second-tier monsters infesting them, so it was quite easy to deal with them. Even Zhuo Yanjia, a monk who had just gathered in the first level of the pulse, was able to restrain or even kill the old and frail monsters.

Her weapon is a long and a short condensed green mandarin duck sword, the shadow of the sword is dazzling, although from the eyes of the other three people, she can pick out the loopholes in it with one move and break it easily, but when she just entered the pulse gathering state Among the monks, this is considered to be a super-class level.

The most common monster they confront is a bird monster named Bi Peng bird. Although it is called Bi Peng, its body is actually very small, but its claws and beak are extremely sharp. If you don't pay attention, you will be caught by it. There are many blood holes.

Moreover, this kind of monster likes to live in groups, and a strange singing of a bird can attract four or five hundred bipeng birds overwhelmingly to peck together.

That kind of scene is like locusts crossing the border, and the momentum is very powerful. If it is not a monk with a stable Dao heart, it will definitely be more frightening.

It is also because of this that although most of these monsters only have a first or second level of cultivation, they can besiege and kill weaker blood refining monks.

Yan Yi opened the way with a pair of fists, and when he punched, the aura was like a star, shooting out from the fist in all directions. With one punch, not only could the monster in front of him be beaten to pieces, but the monster beside him would also be hurt spread.

But when encountering this kind of bipeng birds in groups, even if he can really throw his spiritual power like a rain of stars, it will not be of much use. If he kills one, there will be two immediately to fill the gap. Everyone was consumed to death.

In the past, when he came alone, Yan Yi often would not confront him head-on, and would just hide away with a concealment talisman.

But now that he has brought so many "idlers" with him, it is simply unrealistic for four of them to escape together by relying on the amulet.

Fortunately, both Yunying's spirit vine technique and Fengjing's fire ring technique can firmly block Bi Pengniao and protect the weakest Zhuo Yanjia in public. The three of them slowly opened the way forward, and they can see victory dawn.

Yunying's hands were constantly pinching tactics. Although the hard training during this period of time did not yield results, her hands became extremely flexible. With one pinch of ten spirit vines, the vines formed a snare overwhelmingly, enveloping Bi Pengniao tightly. Outside, another water archery fell like a torrential rain. A raindrop pierced through a bipeng bird, and blood fell like rain in an instant, staining the ground blood red.

As for Feng Jing's side, let alone, in front of Yan Yi, he didn't use the Phoenix Divine Fire, but used the Netherworld Will-o'-the-wisp that had passed the clear path.

The black flames burned out of thin air and turned into a fire ring connected end to end. Most of the bipeng birds that collided into the net were burned to nothingness, not even ashes and smoke remained. It was even more terrifying than when there was no owner.