Master of Beasts

The quaint sphere is suspended above the Black Poison Swamp, and the huge figure in it, like a giant, quietly looks down at Henry Zhang, and silk threads dance around it wildly.

A moment later, under Henry Zhang's gaze, the huge ball shrank rapidly, and turned into an ancient species again. The shell of the ancient species was engraved with complex and complicated runes, an extremely vast spiritual power , emanating from it.

At this moment, there is no trace of arrogance in the body of the life among the ancient species.

Touching the runes around the ancient species, Henry Zhang heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled faintly.

As long as you follow the instructions of the wooden sign and find a way to break the surface runes of the ancient species, the extremely hard shell will automatically split, and the spirit beast inside will no longer be restrained.

Just when Henry Zhang walked out of this quagmire following the route engraved on the wooden sign.

The other side of the Holy Toxin Mountain.

Two figures walked silently along the mountain road. One of them, with a warm smile on his face, could easily win the favor of others with his gestures.

And the woman who was following him was wearing a fiery red dress, which was extremely conspicuous. With her extremely pure and pretty face, she revealed a different kind of temptation.

The occasional mountain breeze gently brushed the hair on the woman's forehead, revealing a delicate red lotus imprint, which doubled the woman's attractiveness.

This woman is none other than Tang Honglian.

"Zhongmu, Yanwulian really grows in this kind of place?"

Her beautiful eyes scanned the thin poisonous mist around her, and Tang Honglian's pretty face was full of doubts.

The young man in front, named Zhongmu, is a member of the Zhong family of the Lingchuan Empire. When he was young, he was almost killed by a fifth-order Nirvana-level spirit beast. The head of the Tang family, Tang Yancheng, happened to pass by, so he shot Saved him.

At that time, Zhong Jue, the patriarch of the Zhong family, was also a sixth-order spirit, so the two families from different empires became best friends.

A few days ago, Tang Honglian, who was fighting wild beasts in a corner of the ancient land of the Great Desolation, received a voice transmission from Zhongmu, saying that a fourth-grade elixir, Yanwulian, grew on the Holy Poison Mountain. Tang Honglian, overjoyed, immediately Just rushed over.

"Sister Honglian, do you still not trust me?" Zhong Mu turned around with a very comfortable smile on his face.

"Of course I can believe it, but this is the Holy Poison Mountain, and the fire-attribute Flame Mist Lotus can grow in this environment?" Tang Honglian asked curiously.

"Don't worry, just follow me. In order to guard the Yanwulian, even my Lei Yuying stayed nearby." Zhong Mu smiled.

Hearing this, Tang Honglian stopped being suspicious and followed Zhong Mu closely.

Her current strength is at the peak of the eighth-order spirit master, but no matter how she cultivates, she is stuck at this stage, unable to make any progress.

For the eighth-level blazing red lotus, the conditions for breaking through are very harsh. Only by refining the extremely precious flame mist lotus can the sixth lotus petal be condensed, break through the ninth-level lord level, and enter Nirvana.

Therefore, as soon as Tang Honglian heard the news about Yanwulian, she rushed to the foot of the Holy Poison Mountain as fast as she could and joined Zhongmu.

The speed of the two moving forward was very fast, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to reach a valley.

The scope of the Holy Poison Mountain is very large, and there are dozens of similar valleys, at least.

"and many more……"

Stepping into the valley, Tang Honglian's pretty face suddenly became a little dignified, and the air here actually had a faint smell of blood.

And this aura is extremely close to the blood-screaming eagle in the Blood Eagle Hall!

Turning around suddenly, Tang Honglian's pupils shrunk and saw that several joking young men had firmly blocked the entrance of the valley, looking at her as if they were looking at a weak sheep.

"Shua!"

A sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in midair, and a blood-colored eagle-shaped spirit beast suddenly appeared. Above the blood eagle, a young man with a slightly pale face was staring at Tang Honglian with a smile.

Looking at that appearance, who else could there be besides Wu Lang?

"Zhong Mu,

Come back soon! " Tang Honglian's pretty face was slightly anxious. She never thought that she would run into Wu Lang in this kind of place. Her luck was extremely bad.

However, Zhong Mu ignored Tang Honglian's soft cry and ran directly under the Xueying Eagle instead.

"Angkor, I brought him here." Zhong Mu said humbly, his words were very flattering.

"You did a good job. From now on, you can follow me." Wu Lang smiled and waved his hand. Zhong Mu suddenly seemed flattered, and obediently dodged to the side, but his head was still hanging down, not looking at it. Tang Honglian took a look.

"Zhongmu, you..."

An unconcealable anger welled up in her heart, and Tang Honglian's pretty face turned cold.

Without her father Tang Yancheng, Zhongmu would have died under the claws of a fourth-order Nirvana-level spirit beast. Now, in order to get Wu Lang's protection, Zhongmu betrayed her without hesitation!

"Honglian, we meet again."

Leaping down from the back of the Xueying Eagle, Wu Lang said affectionately. When he raised his head, he was about to say something, but he only saw Tang Honglian, who had already walked ten feet away, and only a beautiful back appeared in front of him. In sight.

"Step aside!"

Walking in front of several young people blocking the Taniguchi, Tang Honglian said with a cold face.

"Hey, beauty, don't leave in such a hurry, Angkor doesn't speak, we dare not let it go."

"Yes, Angkor will kill us, haha."

Several young people looked at Tang Honglian unscrupulously, with a pure face and a charming red lotus mark. If Wu Lang hadn't been present, the desire in their hearts might have driven them to explode the most primitive male impulse.

"Honglian, don't forget, this is not Snow Wind City."

Being humiliated unceremoniously in front of so many people, Wu Lang's eyes darkened, and then he laughed again. The laughter was full of arrogance: "Now, I am a nine-year-old. The spirit master ranks thirty-seventh on the Spiritual Monument, as long as you stay by my side, no one will be able to touch you."

After entering the Great Desolate Ancient Land, Wu Lang's breakthrough speed can be described as extremely fast, almost without hindrance, and he was promoted to the eighth-level spirit master.

A few days ago, on a cliff, Wu Lang found an egg of a Nirvana-level blood-crying eagle. After being swallowed by his blood-crying eagle, the blood in the body was stimulated, and it even broke through to the ninth level!

The rapid breakthrough speed made Wu Lang feel a sense of pride.

Coupled with the fact that Bai Qi was behind him, Wu Lang believed that even Yan Sheng would not dare to attack him.

"Wu Lang, I have nothing to do with you, let me go quickly, you take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge." Tang Honglian said coldly.

Hearing this, Wu Lang was furious. He thought that after showing his strength, Tang Honglian would change his attitude and obediently follow him, but the latter's icy attitude shattered his pride in an instant. clean.

"Hehe, it has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with that waste of Henry Zhang, right?"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Wu Lang's grim smile gradually rose: "Since you don't know what to do, then I don't have to pretend anymore, Tang Honglian, you asked for it!"

After the words fell, Wu Lang, with a thick face of obscenity, pressed forward to Tang Honglian, who had flustered eyes.