Ten Thousand Demon Mountains Deep, ancient trees tower into the sky.
I saw a two-foot-long red-haired black bear lying on the open ground of Forest. The fiery red mane around its neck was soaked in blood and stuck to the thick fur.
Yi Yang stood up on the bear's back, turned over and jumped to the ground.
The local "Flame-Mane Bear", which is comparable to the Profound Connection Second Realm, is almost dead. Its chest has a bright bloody hole in front and back, and the skin and flesh on the edge of the wound are rolled outwards. There are also a few wisps of blackened smoke, as if it was punched through.
Yi Yang squatted down, took out a sharp short blade from Storage Ring, cut it along the soft meat under the bear's ribs, exerted force on his wrist, and neatly cut off a large piece of fine meat with fascia.
This high-grade Demon Beast's heart-protecting meat nourishes the most energy and blood. Whether you take it yourself or throw it to the Xu Min guys, it can be compared with the good-grade Pills.
Mosquito legs are also meat. This bear's skin is rough and its flesh is thick. It would be a waste to leave it in the mountains to feed bugs.
Yi Yang asked without raising his head while picking at the tender meat between the bones:
"Miss Lu, how far is it from the first place you circled?"
Behind an ancient tree that was as thick as three people hugging each other more than ten feet away, no one answered.
After several breaths, Lu Qinglan came out from behind the tree trunk.
Her steps were a little slow, and her eyes were glued to the huge bear corpse on the ground. To be more precise, she was staring at the bloody hole in the bear's chest that was as big as a bowl.
It has been three days since the two left Crossing Peak Stronghold and entered Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.
In the past three days, the two of them traveled all the way to the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. They encountered many poisonous insects and beasts along the way, but they were all easily solved by Yi Yang.
But those Demon Beast, the strongest ones are True Astral Realm Completion, and Yi Yang are the warriors of the Profound Connection Realm, so it is not unusual to kill them.
But what happened before half a stick of incense was different.
At that time, this Flame-Mane Bear happened to be taking a nap on the pass between two mountain ridges, which blocked the mountain road leading to the first target area.
If we take a detour, we have to climb three hills to the west. There are a group of poisonous bees that can threaten the Dharma Body Realm master. Not only is it extremely dangerous, but it will also waste two days of work.
Lu Qinglan and Yi Yang were hiding in the dark at that time, and they were still thinking about how to cooperate with Yi Yang, whether she should go up and restrain them head-on, or use movement to lure the thick-headed Profound Mystery Second Realm beast away.
As a result, before she could say anything, Yi Yang only said "hide and don't move" and walked towards the place where the red-maned bear was napping. Seeing this scene, Lu Qinglan instinctively wanted to reach out to stop it, but it was too late, so she could only lower her breath and huddle behind the tree in a hurry.
What happened next completely shocked her at Yi Yang's strength.
Yi Yang, who stepped forward, did not pull out the long knife on his back at all. He kicked half of the rotten wood away and smashed it against the mountain wall to make some noise, waking Flame-Mane Bear from his deep sleep.
When the beast stood up and roared towards the mountain wall, exposing its broad and strong back, Yi Yang stepped out from behind the tree where he was hiding, and clung to the black bear's back like a ghost.
Lu Qinglan opened his eyes wide at that time and saw a purple-white electric light jumping in the palm of Yi Yang's raised right palm.
Flame-Mane Bear, who could only leave a white mark when Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact was struck, didn't even have time to release Demon Qi's protective body, and received a heavy punch in the back.
The whole fist and the forearm directly penetrated the black bear's half-inch-thick skin and sternum, and came out from the front chest. The beating heart of the bear inside was shattered into pieces by the violent thunder.
From the moment he started to close his fist, he didn't even take two breaths.
A Profound Mystery Second Realm overlord who can walk sideways on the outside of the mountain range explained it in such a unclear manner.
Lu Qinglan walked to the bear corpse and stopped, looking down at the scorched black marks remaining on the edge of the wound, and unconsciously clenched the white cloth band around his wrist with both hands.
Lightning?
How could the True Qi of an ordinary Profound Connection Realm warrior trigger thunder?
Unless it is Qing Province those large sects that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, where statues of gods or God relics are enshrined in the sect, and the disciples of the sect have cultivated to Profound Mystery Only when Third Realm condenses Dharma Body can it borrow a little bit of the power of God and turn it into the so-called "Pseudo-Divine Power".
Could it be that Yi Yang is not Profound Mystery Second Realm, and he has already cultivated it into Dharma Body?
No, on the official road that day, Nine Rivers Sect's Zhang Feng clearly pointed out that he was only Profound Mystery Second Realm Manifestation.
If he can use thunder without reaching Dharma Body Realm, what level of Cultivation Art is this person practicing?
"Miss Lu?"
Yi Yang used Oiled-Paper Parcel to cut off dozens of kilograms of bear meat, stuffed it into Storage Ring, then took out the bear bile, and looked up at Lu Qinglan who was in a daze.
Lu Qinglan came back to his senses, suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his mind, and pointed at a lonely peak in the northeast:
"Climb the ridge in front and walk another fifteen miles to Blackwind Ravine. That was the place where the deserters fled after seeing my grandfather fighting with the Shaman Kingdom masters."
After finishing speaking, Lu Qinglan's voice sounded curious. She raised her head and glanced at Yi Yang, hesitated, and then asked.
"Master Yi, that punch you just made..."
"Is it Divine Power?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Yang paused in his hand movements.
He raised his head and glanced at Lu Qinglan, his face expressionless.
"No."
"It's just a fairly good Cultivation Art."
Lu Qinglan was stunned.
Cultivation Art method?
The lightning that flashed in the palm, the terrifying power of the punch that penetrated the chest, was just a Cultivation Art?
She opened her mouth to ask again, but when she saw Yi Yang's calm face, she swallowed it back.
After Yi Yang explained, he wiped the blood stains on his hands with Oiled Cloth and was about to stand up.
He moved for a moment and moved his ears twice.
Before Lu Qinglan could react, Yi Yang stepped in front of her, reached out with his left hand like lightning, covered her mouth, held her shoulder with his right hand and pushed her down, leading her to squat into a bush that was half a person tall next to her.
Lu Qinglan's muscles all over her body were tense, and her right hand instinctively clenched her fist to fight back, but when she saw Yi Yang's dark brown eyes as deep as a dry well, and saw clearly the silent gesture he made, she stopped her fist forcefully.
Next breath.
Boom!
A violent explosion came from the depths of the forest in the distance, the ground trembled three times, and the old rotten leaves accumulated on the tree crowns fell down.
Then there was the sound of a large tree snapping, and violent air waves blew down the valley. Even though they were several miles apart, they still blew the bushes where the two men were hiding to sway.
Lu Qinglan's eyes widened, he held his breath, and did not dare to move.
Yi Yang spread Illusion-Breaking Divine Sense out and followed the direction of the noise. When Lu Qinglan calmed down, he released his hand covering her mouth.
There was a little warm moisture on the palm of my hand.
Yi Yang didn't care, and used True Qi to gather the sound into a line, and sent it directly to Lu Qinglan's ears:
"A hundred miles ahead, there are three auras taking action. Their strength is not weak, at least above the Profound Mystery third realm."
Lu Qinglan rubbed the red corners of her mouth. She had just touched the threshold of Profound Mystery in cultivation, and had never practiced the Divine Sense secret method. She could not detect the Qi movement in front of her from such a distance.
But Yi Yang can accurately detect such a long distance, and can even count the number of people fighting.
The strength of this Divine Sense must be at least Divine Sense First Realm Perfection, right?
She gritted her teeth, looked at Yi Yang, and asked in a low voice, "Is that my grandpa?"
Yi Yang shook his head and said solemnly, "Not sure."
"But since the direction where your grandfather disappeared coincides with that side, should you go and take a look, or should you avoid it?"
Lu Qinglan heard the words "Three Breaths" and "Profound Mystery Three Realms and Above", and remembered that the two Profound Mystery Fifth Stage masters from the Shaman Kingdom who were chasing his grandfather before!
One plus two, there are exactly three people!
Lu Qinglan didn't hesitate at all. He nodded vigorously to Yi Yang and replied in a low voice:
"Go and have a look! It could very well be my grandpa!"
Yi Yang glanced at her, without wasting any words, turned around and squatted down with his back to her:
"Come up."
Lu Qinglan was stunned for a moment and stood still.
She had been practicing boxing with her grandfather in the mountains since she was a child. She had never had such close contact with a man since she was a teenager, let alone lying on the back of a grown man.
"What are you doing?"
Yi Yang turned his head and urged, "The battle ahead is fierce. If you run across on two legs, maybe even senior Lu Zui won't be able to hold on. My body skills are faster than yours, and I can use Breath-Concealing Method to wrap our Qi together while carrying you, so as not to be discovered as soon as we get closer."
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
In this crisis-ridden Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, hypocrisy means making fun of life.
Lu Qinglan's face felt slightly hot. She bit her lower lip, stopped squirming, took a step forward, put her hands on Yi Yang's broad shoulders, and pressed her whole body against them.
Yi Yang reached back with both hands, firmly supported her legs, and pushed her up.
It was a little heavier to start with than expected. After all, she was a female warrior. Her body was very tight and she didn't have the soft and frivolous feeling of ordinary ladies. Her warm breath was sprayed directly on the back of his neck.
Yi Yang was focused on nothing, and the "Grand Void Breath-Hiding Art" in his body was running. An invisible layer of Qi tightly wrapped the two of them, and even the movement of heartbeats and blood flow were suppressed to a minimum.
Cloud-Treading Wind-Chasing Boots exerts force under his feet, and the "Cloud-Leaping Crane" body technique activates.
Yi Yang was carrying a person on his back, and instead of slowing down, he was actually several times faster than when the two of them were walking just now. His figure flickered in the shadow of the dense forest, pulled out a string of afterimages, and disappeared directly into the mountain road ahead.
Lu Qinglan lay on his back, the shadows of the trees on both sides flew back, and the mountain wind blowing in the face was completely blocked by a layer of protective air that stretched out from Yi Yang's body.
She looked down at Yi Yang's neck, which was exposed outside the collar and had tight muscles. The tip of her nose smelled the faint smell of herbs and blood on the other party's body. Her originally restless mood inexplicably calmed down a lot.
A hundred miles of mountain road, with Yi Yang driving at full speed, it came to an end in just a short while.
The further you go, the more dilapidated the surrounding woods become.
When they reached the last two hundred feet, Yi Yang stopped, carrying Lu Qinglan on his back, quietly climbed up the crown of an ancient tree with dense leaves, and used the thick branches to cover his figure.
Lu Qinglan slid off his back, half-crouched on a tree branch, and looked forward along the gaps in the leaves.
In the valley ahead, a shocking area of broken wood appeared.
All the towering trees within a radius of more than ten feet were damaged, as if they had been cut off by some unreasonable giant, and jagged wood stubble was everywhere.
Yi Yang squinted his eyes and scanned the broken tree trunks.
Some of the Iron Birchs, which are as thick as two people's arms, are embedded with claw marks five and a half feet deep, with black edges, obviously left by poisonous skills or Yin evil claws; while other tree trunks are marked with square and large fist prints, shaking the entire wood into a twist.
The two sides fighting have completely different methods, but their strength is frightening.
Yi Yang gathered Illusion-Breaking Divine Sense into an extremely fine strand, followed the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and explored the large pit in the center of the broken wood area.
Seeing this, even the well-informed Yi Yang frowned.
Under the large pit surrounded by fallen trees, there was no sign of Lu Zui. Instead, there were two extremely weird people standing there.
The man on the left is only about four feet tall, about the same as a seven or eight-year-old child, but his limbs are so slender that they hang down by his side and almost reach his ankles.
There was no trace of living blood on this man's body, and his skin was translucent white paper color, covered with fine paper textures; Yi Yang used Divine Sense to take a closer look, and realized that those textures were not naturally grown at all, but were circles of overlapping tiny lotus petals.
What's even more sinister is the outfit it's wearing.
The white paper short jacket, white paper trousers, and white paper shoes, with a circle of burnt yellow fire marks on the corners of the clothes, looked exactly like the clothes that had just been cut from the side of the incense burner in the funeral hall. Moreover, this paper clothes grew directly from its white paper skin and became integrated with the body.
Next to the paper man, stood a fat man who went to the other extreme.
This fat man is eight and a half feet tall, and is extremely wide horizontally. When viewed horizontally, it looks like a meat millstone, and when viewed vertically, it looks like a large pillar. His exposed skin is suffused with a layer of gray-yellow color like old lard, and greasy sweat drips down his face.
The most eye-catching thing was his big belly, which was so round that it burst the front of his trousers and bulged out from the gaping hole.
The gray-yellow belly was stretched out as thin as a cicada's wings, and a dark red light came out of it, flashing and flashing, accompanied by the dull sound of "Gulu Lu". The surface of the belly was also covered with thick light blue veins, and it looked like it was about to explode at any time.