The biggest trouble in the battle in the demon realm is the slow recovery and supply replenishment.

In the vast demonic realm, the spiritual energy is thin.

I am waiting for my work, and the other party needs to hurry over to save his companions first, which will consume additional spiritual power on the way.

The spiritual consciousness does not need to be like that person, and crosses a long distance to find this place.

The Yellow Armor monk had checked the surrounding area before, and there were no other monks within a mile and a half.

The spiritual consciousness of the ordinary Qi-induced realm can control movement and stillness within a mile limit, while the Qi-hardening realm can be doubled.

But with rich experience, he knew that using the cultivation level of the Guqi realm to detect between one to one and a half miles is the most costly spiritual power.

Although the monk before could find himself from a mile and a half away, and although his spiritual sense was farther away than his, when he touched him just now, the other party was about to collapse.

The most important thing is that since it has been discovered, all the people who discovered them must be left here!

The things that have been planned for many years cannot be missed. The yellow-armored monk thought about these things and at the same time threw a solid air and scattered it in his mouth.

At this moment, the yellow-armored monk's expression changed again.

He was facing Jiang Yang and the other two, and turned around and sacrificed a bell-shaped magic weapon, a large black sand scroll towards Fang Wusong: "Don't worry about the flower crown rat, prepare to retreat! They have two real cultivators."

Be cautious in your actions, and the black sand casts a sharp force.

However, even with the addition of his spiritual sense that he suppressed the past, Fang Wusong's speed suddenly increased a lot, and he suddenly broke away from the encirclement of the three mortal cultivators. At the same time, the Red Flame Sword waved a line of fire to the black sand in the tent.

"A third-grade magic weapon or a fourth-grade magic weapon?" The Huangjia monk's spiritual consciousness discovered the problem, and his face was extremely gloomy. "You actually hid a hand. Was it delayed? It was really for us!"

Fang Wusong felt bitter.

He was indeed delaying time, but that was because he was not sure to escape from the spiritual oppression of this true cultivation and the means of so many people.

He couldn't shout out loud, and let Zhen Xiu, who had not taken action yet, join the battle.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang and the others discovered something was wrong here in time and rushed to here.

The bad thing is that the true cultivation is also extremely cautious. When I found that there were two true cultivation, I decided to get rid of Fang Wusong first and avoid the edge for the time being.

The Red Flame Sword was swung out by Fang Wusong, and the flame sword energy tried to block the four people. "Run fast" was activated with all his strength. Fang Wusong really had to escape this time.

The four cultivators who were packing up the flower crown rat group also rushed over.

Huang Jiazhen Cultivator was about to press his spiritual sense over, but at the same time, two spiritual senses rushed towards him.

Seeing that the tiger-shaped mortal cultivator had urged the magic weapon boots with all his strength, the yellow-armored monk's face changed.

I was tricked by this kid, but it was very slippery and had a lot of experience.

"Let's go!" Although he was furious, the yellow-armored monk did not forget the main business and waved his hand and asked his subordinates to retreat together.

The two teams of people actually rely solely on the collision of long-range spiritual consciousness, and they are divided by their own different purposes.

During the continued spiritual exploration of the Yellow Armor monk, the remaining Crown Rat vented his anger on the team of monks.

When he saw the look of the other party's male true cultivator looking over, the yellow-armored monk was shocked and remembered it in his heart.

Major matters are the priority, but this group of people must let the master transfer people to gather as soon as possible and keep them here with absolute certainty.

The yellow-armored monk was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of ruining the major events in the gang.

...

"What's going on?"

After Jiang Yang finished the battle, he asked Fang Wusong.

Fang Wusong, who had been spent for so long, is in a bad condition now. He shook his head when he heard this: "When I came here before, there was no such group of people. When I came here again, they were dealing with the Flower Corolla Rat. When I saw me, I just surrounded and killed me. With Zhen Xiu here, I dare not disturb him and took action. Fortunately, you police officers think it's fast."

Fang Wusong was quite scared and couldn't help but praise: "Except for the first day you are not reliable, you are reliable at other times, and this time it's more reliable!"

Jiang Yang didn't feel too proud, but instead became confused: "Although you only have one person, not many people are going to kill people and grab treasures directly. Otherwise, you can't go in and out of the demon realm alone and be safe and sound. There are four of us in total, and there are eight of them. Although the real cultivation part is two to one, I am just a Qi-induced realm. That person is from the Qi-hardening realm, so why would he escape directly?"

He thought about it and looked at Lu Wanyan: "Anyone of them knows you?"

Lu Wanyan shook his head: "I rarely leave Zuihuamian."

Jiang Yang also felt that this possibility was not high.

"It should be just out of caution. After all, they attacked Lao Fang first. If both sides suffer losses in this demon realm, it would not be easy for them to return to Lingzhou Ferry alive." Luo Ming spoke.

Jiang Yang accepted this possibility and could only sigh again, saying that everyone in the world of immortal cultivation is full of erotic spirits.

"Anyway, the corolla rats are here, so let's leave here first if you collect them." Fang Wusong seemed to be used to it, "No matter what they plan to do, we should not fight against the more with less. What's more, I also secretly made some tricks."

"What hands and feet?" Jiang Yang was a little surprised.

Fang Wusong was very proud: "Xiao Luo knows it?"

Luo Ming pointed to his nose: "They have run away."

Jiang Yang suddenly realized and gave Fang Wusong a thumbs up: "It's true that it's the old world. Since that's the case, let's go in the opposite direction of them. If we stay for another five days, we should go back. We must sleep in drunken flowers at the end of the year."

...

In the Lingzhou Ferry, Lin Qiyue was practicing guns in a hall set up by Jiang Yang.

With the help of Qingxin Pill, her soul space can be stabilized. Even if she uses her spiritual consciousness, it will not trigger the explosion of the heart demon.

Now practicing this divine musket, just keep using the spiritual sense to charge and detonate the bullet, so the true spiritual power can be exhausted only through the spiritual sense and then replenished again.

This is a very long way to strengthen the spiritual consciousness.

But it is also long to practice what Jiang Yang said, to achieve this magic weapon called the Divine Musket to the level of hitting every shot wherever it is pointed.

He and Lu Wanyan went to the demon realm, and Lin Qiyue stayed alone in Zuihuamian and thought about him more.

The dishes made by Shen Futong don’t taste that good.

No one always teases her, and Lin Qiyue also finds it boring.

If you do nothing, just practice and practice.

Lin Qiyue hinted at herself so much and then practiced diligently.

But today Ge Buzhi is here again.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I wonder when Mr. Jiang and Fellow Daoist Lu will come back?"

"Are you soon?" Lin Qiyue felt that he seemed to want to flatter Jiang Yang. It was a bit exaggerating to ask him once in the past three days. "Anyway, I will definitely come back before December."

Ge Buzhi looked a little reluctant to speak but stopped, and was in a dilemma.

"Shopkeeper Ge, is there anything urgent?"

"...No, no." Ge Buzhi gritted his teeth, "Fellow Daoist Lin, Mr. Jiang's trip will not go too deeply, right?"

"It shouldn't be possible, and there is no time."

"That's good, that's good."

Ge Buzhi seemed to be just worried about Jiang Yang's safety, so he said goodbye and left after a few more polite words, leaving Lin Qiyue speechless.

However, after returning to Baoqixuan, Ge Buzhi was frowning again. After walking around the room, he made up his mind to call his confidant: "Take five... no, ten people! Immediately enter the nearby demon realm. The leader of the Tiger Gang and the Zhen Cultivator, you know your appearance. Go to the demon realm and find them!"

The confidant thought that the shopkeeper found out that the man was a robber, and his expression stern: "Shopkeeper, should you catch it or do it?"

"What are you thinking?" Ge Buzhi had to use his confidant to do this, so he could only say to him, "Listen! After finding them, you will have to protect them secretly! Even if the people you brought are dead, you must ensure that they return to Lingzhou Ferry safely. Do you understand?"

My heart and accomplice were shocked: "I understand!"

It seems that it is not true cultivation, but the true descendant of the Holy Lord!

"Go out quickly! After doing this, I will reward you with 5,000 spiritual crystals!" Ge Buzhi reminded again, "Remember, you must protect it secretly, and don't let them discover it! You must also do your best to avoid others!"

My confidant didn't dare to ask too much, and for the sake of the five thousand spirit crystals, he immediately mobilized people to set off.

But Ge Buzhi was still worried and unabashed.

Why did he suddenly leave the demon realm the day he went to Nan'an City to transfer goods? Although that Lord Jiang was practicing Taoist heart for the new life, it was not convenient for him to remind him of anything, but he couldn't die!
Chapter completed!