Whizzing!

Six rays of silver light flew out and surrounded Wang Yang. Facing the silver light, the rushing wolves fell down like harvesting rice.

"Ouch!"

Such a terrifying scene scared the wolves and kept retreating. No matter how much the wolf king howled and urged, they did not dare to take a step forward.

At this time, the six silver lights stopped, revealing their true colors, which were six low-grade magical weapons, willow leaf flying knives.

Wang Yang raised his hand and made a move, and the Wolf King, who was tied with a bone-binding rope, slowly floated up and flew towards him.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The Wolf King, aware of the crisis, howled even more fiercely, and his huge body kept struggling, but it was all to no avail.

The middle-aged people trapped among the wolves were stunned.

When the Wolf King flew in front of Wang Yang, he made another magic formula, and the golden bone-binding rope began to slowly tighten, gradually sinking into the flesh.

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!"

At first, the wolf king resisted forcefully, but as the rope tightened and tightened, and even the bones in his body began to groan, he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

The voice was full of wailing, and the big eyes looked pitiful.

"As expected of a top-quality spiritual weapon, it's really useful! It's just used to deal with first-order monsters, so it's somewhat overkill!"

Seeing the Wolf King begging for mercy, Wang Yang smiled slightly, changed a technique, and the bone-binding rope suddenly loosened and flew back into his sleeves.

This bone-binding rope spiritual weapon was originally from the Golden Core stage, and was later refined by Wang Yang in the inheritance space.

It is also the highest level magic weapon in Wang Yang's body.

It's a pity that it's not the defensive weapon he wants most.

After retracting the bone-binding rope, he also put away the six flying knives.

On the other side, the Wolf King escaped from the bone-binding rope and fell heavily to the ground. It took him a long time to regain his strength. He slowly got up and walked to Wang Yang, lying on the ground and letting out a low moan of surrender.

Wang Yang said nothing and turned to look at the middle-aged man walking towards him.

Being stared at by Wang Yang, the middle-aged man immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Master Immortal, for your life-saving grace!"

At this moment, the other three people also ran over, knelt down in front of Wang Yang, and said the same words as the middle-aged man.

"Get up and talk!"

Wang Yang said calmly.

"Yes! Sir!"

The four of them stood up respectfully, but their bodies were tense and seemed a little nervous.

Just when Wang Yang was about to ask questions, the Wolf King, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, exposed his sharp fangs, and bit his throat.

Wang Yang seemed to have expected it, and he ducked sideways without changing his expression. Deep in the hole, the light of the divine refining talisman flashed.

The wolf king rushed towards him, his sharp eyes suddenly became distracted, and he passed by Wang Yang's body. With a pop, he was stuck on the ground. His body twitched twice, and then he lost all his breath.

"I wanted to spare your life, but you insist on seeking death!"

The light in Wang Yang's child's hole disappeared, becoming an ancient well without ripples, deep and dark.

The sudden situation scared the four of them so much that their legs went weak, and the young man among them fell directly to the ground.

"Ouch!"

When the wolves saw their king dead, they howled and fled.

After the three people helped the young man up, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Wang Yang.

"Do you know which domain this belongs to?"

"Back, back to Master Immortal, this is the extreme northern desert. It should, should belong to the Northern Wasteland region!"

The middle-aged man said with a slight stutter in his tone.

The reason why he was so unbearable was not only because of Wang Yang's methods, but also because of Wang Yang's aura, which made him feel like he was facing a giant beast from the wild.

Just like an ordinary person facing a venomous snake, or an ordinary person facing a ferocious tiger, it is like someone pointing a gun at your head. The feeling that you are about to die in the next moment is simply not something ordinary people can bear.

"You're still in Beihuang! That's good!"

Wang Yang secretly felt lucky.

However, this situation is also normal. The Zombie King was born in the Northern Wilderness and is a mortal enemy of the Immortal Sect. It is impossible for him to foolishly set up the teleportation array in the Central Region or the Eastern Region.

Although there is an old saying that it is dark under the light, but it is only under forced circumstances.

"Do you know the closest cultivator city to here?"

"Back to you, sir! We have never left the tribe, so we really don't know that there is a city there! I just heard that there is a city called Kana nearby, but I don't know where it is exactly!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head to his chest and said calmly.

"Kana?"

Wang Yang frowned slightly.

He had heard of the Far North Desert, but the name Kanai really didn't make any impression on him.

At this moment, the young man suddenly spoke.

"If Master Immortal wants to go to Kana, you can find the wizard of our tribe. He has been there before!"

"oh!"

Wang Yang was slightly surprised by the young man's quick answer, but he didn't think much about it and continued to ask: "Where is your tribe?"

"I beg the Immortal Master to accept me as your disciple! I am willing to dedicate this treasure to you!"

The young man suddenly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and held up an iron piece the size of a palm in his hand.

"Xiao Mu, what are you doing?!"

The three of them were all shocked by the young man's actions.

They don't know Wang Yang's temper at all. If they offend Wang Yang, who knows what will happen.

The three of them hurriedly knelt on the ground, and the middle-aged man said: "Please forgive me, Master Immortal. Xiao Mu is ignorant!"

Wang Yang glanced at the iron piece in the young man's hand, turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "Where is your tribe?"

"Well?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "Twenty miles south is our tribe!"

Wang Yang put away the body of the Wolf King, released the Qingye Sword, stepped on the sword and soared into the sky, and ignored the young man's request from the beginning to the end.

After Wang Yang left, the middle-aged man scolded the young man angrily: "Xiao Mu, why are you so impulsive? Do you know that this will harm us!"

The young man looked at the iron piece in his hand, lost his mind and said nothing.

"Brother Duanmu, will something happen to the tribe?" the blue-eyed young man asked worriedly.

"It should be fine!"

The middle-aged man was unsure.

He had thought about telling a fake position just now, but he was worried that he would offend Wang Yang and it would be self-defeating in the future.

"I just hope Lord Nalan can handle it!"

On the other side, Wang Yang didn't fly long before he saw an oasis with rippling water and lush vegetation, like a paradise, dotted among the vast sand dunes.

Around the oasis, there were many large and small tents, hundreds of them, with men and women wearing the same clothes as the four people just coming in and out.

Wang Yang lowered the tip of his sword and flew towards the oasis. At the same time, he fired with his spiritual thoughts to explore the situation in the tribe.

"There are only three practitioners, and the highest one is at the third level of Qi training. Why is it so low?"

…

"who?"

Nalan Jie, who was practicing in the tent, suddenly felt a surge of joy in his heart. He woke up from his practice in an instant and looked around with doubtful eyes.

But there was no one else but him in the empty tent.

He once confessed that no one was allowed to disturb him while he was practicing unless there was something extremely important.

"Is it an illusion?"

Nalan Jie frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with his practice.

"Are you the wizard of this tribe?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside him, which scared Nalan Jie so much that she jumped up from the ground.

"Who? Is it the comrade who is teasing me?"

"Do you know how to get to the nearest Fangshi?"

Wang Yang's figure appeared from the air, accompanied by a strong sense of oppression.
To be continued...