According to legend, the worlds of humans and monsters in the ancient wilderness were not so distinct, and they were so mixed that it was difficult to distinguish them. At that time, the human race was not the dominant force on the continent. Instead, the world was dominated by monsters and beasts of different species who relied on their physical bodies to roam the wilds.

Because the human race at that time majored in physical arts, and the human race that relied on hard training was no match for the monster beasts who were born with strong bodies. This situation of monsters being strong and humans being weak was not broken until the emergence of Taoist cultivators later.

And this wind beast is a variant of the monster beast from the ancient barbaric period, and it is also the leader among them. It slaughters human beings wantonly on the ancient land and wreaks havoc in all directions.

Later, when the Taoist cultivation system was established, an ascended land immortal who killed demons and realized Taoism designed to suppress it here, but he still had no ability to kill it. He hoped that it could be wiped out with the help of time.

It's a pity that thousands of years have passed and the years are hard to bear.

Gradually, the formation also began to loosen.

A trace of the wind beast's breath also leaked out, forming the eye of the wind.

It was at this time that Dali, who was the capital of Huyang, began to notice the formation left over from ancient times and the wind beast underneath it.

When he first discovered this ancient relic, Darui thought of directly asking the Confucian Holy Land for instructions, hoping to use the Holy Land's help to solve this hidden danger. However, after some investigation, he discovered that the strength of this wind beast had already plummeted, and it was no longer what it used to be.

Therefore, Darui decided to digest it on his own. After all, although this wind beast was very powerful, Darui's ability to secure such a large territory and establish such stability in the chaotic Yunxin Continent was definitely not based on words.

What's more important is that this ancient relic is full of treasures! Its fur can be used to refine talismans, its eyes can be used to refine elixirs, demon blood can be used to seal talismans, and animal bones can be used to create immortal weapons. All of them are excellent materials.

Therefore, Darui secretly planned this beheading operation a hundred years ago.

As for the sword cultivator standing next to Little Wen Sheng at this moment, Yin Jia, on the one hand, he was guarding the remains of Qiongxu Realm, which is now Nanfeng County, for Darui, to prevent outsiders from seeking profit.

On the other hand, he was the mastermind behind this beheading operation.

Looking at the two calm immortals next to him, and then looking at himself, Xu Changsheng still felt that he had to step back a little.

At least it can't steal their limelight.

Yin Jia said: "Can the old gentleman carry it? If not, I will take him away."

The short old man raised his white eyebrows, blew his beard and glared: "You already call me Mr., you have to hold on even if you can't hold it back."

"good!"

Yin Jia responded in a deep voice, placing his right hand on the handle of the knife, about to get up.

"Hey hey hey"

The short old man quickly grabbed him.

"Wait a minute while I go to the hut."

Yin Jia frowned and said: "If you wait a little longer, the strength of this wind beast will increase by a little, and then it won't be like that."

"Okay, then do it." The short old man replied immediately.

Although it was a bit tricky, he still saw the seriousness of the matter clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Jia jumped up.

Then it turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the wind beast.

"Ouch~"

The wind beast howled, uttered human words, and roared: "Humans, all must die."

The mouth of the blood basin opened wide, and the huge wind valley began to be filled with murderous aura at its glance. The trees on both sides of the mountains and mountains quickly withered in this murderous aura. The water on the Denglin River surged, and endless aquatic creatures jumped out of the water and headed towards it.

Swim along the shores on both sides.

After finishing speaking, the wind beast swept its tail, turned around and rushed towards Shiqiao County.

Comparing the two, Feng Beast's strength has not recovered, so he naturally does not want to choose to go head-to-head with Yin Jia, who is at his peak.

Pick the persimmons that are soft and pinch them. This is a universal principle.

And at this time.

Feng Qing, the lord of Shiqiao City, stood on the north gate with his sword behind his back, looking calm.

Behind one person, there were the entire city's citizens, no matter monks or mortals, standing on the street at this moment, looking at the sword-cultivating city lord who sang generously.

At this time, there were no disputes or noises, only the tragic feeling that the city was about to fall.

Everyone is destined to die, and dying for this human race is better than dying of old age and that immortal cave. This has always been the code of conduct for his sword cultivator Feng Qing. Perhaps it is because of this belief that he can reach the realm all the way.

Just when the alien beast was about to pounce on Shiqiao County, Feng Qing's sword was unsheathed behind him.

The name of the sword is "Qingshan". It takes the meaning of the immortality of the green mountains and also takes the heavy soul of the green mountains.

Just when the long sword held Feng Qing's sword intention all his life, and he was about to commit suicide with his own strength, a page of book appeared out of thin air, with golden light shining and floating in the air.

The formation is back again.

At this moment, only the young man with the sword was left on the mountain of books.

The short Shushan Mountain God sat cross-legged in the sky above the eye of the storm, shaking his head and reading a saint's scroll. Every time he read a word, a golden text flew out of his mouth and fell below him, strengthening the formation.

Yin Jia had already drawn his saber in the air and struck it down hard.

The sword flashed, turning into a huge bolt, crossing the mountains and rivers, and struck the wind beast's back.

"Ouch~"

The wind beast was in pain and roared loudly, stirring up the mountain-high gravel, but it was stopped by the formation and then jumped over.

He opened his big mouth and sprayed out a hurricane, and the eye of the wind suddenly became hazy with flying sand and rocks.

No matter how Xu Changsheng tried, he couldn't see it clearly.

The roar of the wind beast and the sound of the collision of gold and stone kept ringing in the yellow sand. Occasionally, the light of the sword flashed, tearing out a piece of yellow sand.

After a long time.

Suddenly, Yin Jia saw Yin Jia flying through the air with a sword. He turned around and threw the sword in his hand downwards. With a pinch of magic, the sword instantly turned into a giant sword of a hundred feet in size and slashed towards the wind beast.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist and dived down.

The wind beast stood up, grabbed the giant knife with its front paws, and bit down hard.

Yin Jia's right fist also landed on Feng Beast's lower abdomen at the right time.

"Bang~"

There was a muffled sound.

The wind beast's huge body swung hard and hit the small heavy mountain, making a loud noise. Even the short old man sitting in the void was shaken.

If it weren't for the stable formation, it would be possible to smash the entire small mountain with just one punch.

Yin Jia then appeared in his Dharma form and turned into a hundred-foot-tall giant. He once again grasped the sword of a suitable size.

As soon as he turned around, he slashed with his knife.

The wind beast leaning on Xiaozhong Mountain screamed, and closed his eyes with a cruel move.

An inexplicable rhythm suddenly rippled in the void.

Shushan Mountain God, who had been shaking his head, suddenly woke up, put the book in his hand in front of him, and held it down with one hand.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light emitted from the book, covering the entire eye of the storm.

At the same time, he shouted: "Yin family kid, get out of the way!"

The rhythm became stronger and stronger, and even Xu Changsheng, who was far away at the top of Shushan Mountain, felt a little depressed.

Yin Jia, who was the closest, seemed not to feel it.

Holding a saber in his hand, he slashed hard.

The rune between the wind beast's eyebrows suddenly let go of a gleam of light, and then the light became brighter and brighter, and a trace of blood began to seep out around it.

Just when the long knife was about to strike it.

The raised eyebrows and eyes finally opened.

A strong light shot out from it, and in a blink of an eye, it formed a huge beam of light and hit the saber.

The energy surged crazily, and the young man with the sword quickly lowered his head, not daring to stare at the battlefield anymore. The short old man also stood up.

, reciting many sage classics quickly.

In just a moment, the wind beast began to bleed from its seven orifices.

The saber struck the beam of light, and the sword flashed, splitting it into two.

At the same time, the saber was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When it was about to touch the wind beast, the saber melted away, and at the same time, the light emitted from the vertical eye became increasingly dim.

Until it disappears.

The magic weapon of his life was damaged, and the hundred-foot-tall Yin Jia couldn't bear it anymore. His face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he forcibly held down the wind beast with one hand and punched it hard on the head.

The wind beast trembled a few times and then made no sound anymore.

Yin Jia also dispersed his appearance and disappeared.

Instead of disappearing, the huge corpse of the wind beast was also there.
To be continued...