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Without waiting for Chen Ping to remind the two of them, he saw something creeping on the smooth and smooth salt road at the entrance of the cave less than three steps away from him.

"Fight for a fart! The evil is coming up!"

Chen Ping pointed to the ground yelled, no matter how the two reacted, he turned his head and headed towards the Salt Cave tribe. Fleeing, I only hate father and mother for not giving him two extra legs.

Yan Fei glanced to the ground under Chen Ping's reminder, and quickly let go of the knife in his hand, and followed Chen Ping to flee.

Yan Feng's reaction was half a beat slow, or maybe he still wanted to wait until Yan Jin came up, and didn't immediately escape.

In just two breaths, he began to jump his feet, slapping his feet while jumping.

"Ah! What the hell thing?"

Yan Feng patted, feeling that'evil' is beginning to appear in his hands, he put his hands in front of his eyes, and finally looked It is clear that the so-called'evil' is just a group of tiny white-haired ants.

He quickly wiped off his sleeve, trying to crush the little ant on his hand.

It can be wiped, his hands and sleeves are actually stained red by his own blood.

Looking at his feet again, the cloth shoes under his feet have long since disappeared. Together with the flesh and blood below his knees, they were all bitten by these little ants. Only four white blood-stained foot bones are still standing. In situ.

"Ah, my feet, my feet!" Yan Feng's scream was incomparable horror.

Chen Ping, who fled far away from the entrance of the cave, couldn’t help but glance back, only to see Yan Feng in the cave ran out two steps dancing, and then fell to the ground, wailing constantly on the ground Tumbling.

The white hair like cotton wool gradually overwhelmed him.

The guy who woke him up with the knife side is gone.

"Master Chen Ping! What on earth did you do? How could the evil spirit run out of Salt Cave? This is something that has never happened before!"

Yan Fei on the run Looking back at this scene, his question to Chen Ping was no longer the harshness he had before, but a faint despair was revealed.

What did you do?

I signed it! Who can I talk to to make sense of this matter?

Chen Ping is also unspeakable.

He didn't want to cause such a fact!

In this situation, it seems that it is too late to wait for him to return to the dust and sign the Spirit Stone.

even more how, if he can’t get rid of the tracking of the salt ant, his achievement mission can’t be completed. If he can’t complete the achievement mission, he can’t sign a Spirit Stone. This is an endless loop and he is also desperate !

Do you want to give up the queen? A hint of hesitation flashed in Chen Ping's eyes.

According to the speed of the salt ant army, at most one hour can engulf the entire Salt Cave tribe's resident.

And this scene is obviously something he doesn't want to see.

Although he is selfish, he also has a conscience.

In order to destroy a tribe for a colony of salt ants, he can't do such a thing!

Seeing the residence of the Salt Cave tribe, Chen Ping was about to quietly drop the queen, but Yan Fei asked him again: "My lord, are these white-haired monsters monsters?"

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Monster? Chen Ping's heart moved, thinking of the pig at the banquet last night, when Yan Jin introduced to him that the pig was a demonic beast.

Does that thing have a demon crystal?

He retracted his hand out of his arms and asked Yan Fei: "Master Yan Fei, do you have a demon crystal in your tribe?"

"Demon crystal?!" Yan Fei Glancing at him warily, without answering directly.

Chen Ping saw that he had not directly refused, and already knew the answer. He was snered in his heart, and when Yan Fei gave up his life, he reminded him: "The power of these white-haired monsters, Master Yan Fei has not Do you understand?"

Yan Fei hesitated after thinking that the white-haired monster had eaten the two masters of the tribe in front of him, and finally let go: "What do you want demon crystal for?"

"Cast a spell! Help you get rid of this group of white-haired monsters!" Chen Ping knew that there was a play, but he still had a sullen tone on his mouth.

Yan Fei refused to hear him say that he still needs to cast spells.

The last time I cast a spell, I made this pile of white-haired monsters, and I cast a spell this time. Who knows what monster moths will be made?

But if he refuses, he can’t say it. In case Chen Ping really has the ability to return this group of white-haired monsters...

Forget it, now besides trusting Chen Ping, he doesn’t have it either. Another way.

Seeing that the tribe resident is in front of him, the white-haired monster is chasing them behind them, and he is about to enter the warning range of the Salt Cave tribe. Where can he dare to delay?

"My lord, wait a minute!" Yan Fei chuckled in his arms, and actually took out a black spar and handed it to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping glanced at Yan Fei unexpectedly, and didn't even bother to ask him why there is a demon crystal on his body.

He took the black spar and explored it. The surface of the black spar is very smooth and cold at first. It has the size of a knuckle, a bit like the columnar shape he had seen in a geography textbook when he was in school. Crystal, but this thing is black.

This thing is demon crystal? Chen Ping couldn't find someone to verify.

If Yan Fei knows that he hasn't even seen the demon crystal, it may collapse.

As for using demon crystal to cast spells, Chen Ping hasn't tried it yet.

Although he has everything in his head, he is still a little confused for a while to start.

After going through "On the Application Techniques of Spirit Stone" in my mind, Chen Ping found the simplest Spirit Stone application method.

It is the Spirit Stone sticking to the forehead, the mind sinks into it, and then...

His mind goes to the Imperial Insect Chapter again,

Yeah , Pinch the secret art, mobilize the spiritual power, and run the spiritual power in conjunction with the silent recitation in the heart, and finally hit the spiritual power on the casting object.

"My lord, are you all right?"

Yan Fei stopped under the tribe’s sentry tower, leaning on the old waist and the tribe members above with a warning gesture. He asked Chen Ping anxiously.

"Wait."

Chen Ping devoted himself to studying secret art, unconsciously followed Yan Fei to a halt, and said casually.

The sentry on the sentry tower climbed down in twos and threes.

"What did the two adults find?"

He didn't see the creeping'white hair monsters' on the salt channel, and he still looked unfathomable mystery when he got off the guard tower.

"Hurry back, evacuate the crowd, the level 1 situation!"

Yan Fei briefly explained to him, and there was no time to give a specific explanation.

"Level 1 situation!?" Although the sentry watched the two running back with his own eyes, he was still stupefied in place with a face of surprise. After a while, he suddenly woke up, took out a bamboo whistle from his pocket and ran towards the tribe while blowing it.

"Beep! Beep!"

Chen Ping, who was immersed in his thoughts, was awakened by the whistle and glanced at the back of the sentinel.

"My lord, is it all right now?"

When Yan Fei saw him wake up, he quickly asked again.

"It's almost done!"

Chen Ping dealt with it, and finally sat down to try.

Well, pretend to stick the demon crystal on the forehead, pinch the secret art, mobilize the spiritual power, and then run the spiritual power to reciting the formula in your heart...

After a few pretentious attempts, Chen Ping barely thought that he might really do it.