The scroll on one side of the scroll is half black and half white, as if it was broken by fire. Half of the spread rice paper is dark in color, and it looks a bit old, but the other half is as new as snow, and it seems to be rising from the middle.

But just such a broken scroll, which emitted milky white light in Yang Xiu's hands, tearing the surging flames in the cave, and the flames in the sky were unable to approach Yang Xiu's side within three feet. On the unfolded scroll was a landscape painting, with green trees and green mountains and rivers moving eastward, absorbing the tyrannical fires nearby.

Huang Jun showed his retreat for the first time, and he shouted in disbelief: "It's a magic weapon! How could you have a magic weapon!"

Yang Xiu did not respond and threw it casually. The scroll quietly hangs in the air, with no more flames in the range covered by white light. Yang Xiu himself recalled the iron rod and took a few steps in the air, as if he was slow and fast to move forward.

Huang Jun looked frightened, and still couldn't believe that Yang Xiu would have magic weapons in his hand. He took Yang Xiu back with a big stick, and Huang Jun came to his senses. A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his face and injected spiritual power into the red flag again. The flames rolled in the air became denser, like waves of the sea, swallowing all the space except the location of the skeleton of the spirit turtle.

The intersection of the red flame and the white light emitted by the scroll was like the burning pine oil and clear water that merged together. The "crackling" sound of explosions was endless, which was breathtaking. Yang Xiu's face was cold and unaffected. He stepped a few steps in the air and ran out of the sea of ​​fire, like a god descending to earth and rushed towards the two of them!

Huang Qi was already shocked. He just stared at Yang Xiu who was rushing towards him and kept retreating. The muscles on Huang Jun's face twitched a few times, and while pinching the spiritual jury, he threw out Taoist talismans one by one, he roared: "Damn it! Darry! You, a spy from the human race. I want the entire Qincheng to know your identity and let you die without a place to bury!"

Huang Jun knew in his heart that Yang Xiu had no chance to hurt him. Fortunately, this magic weapon seemed to be defensive. As long as he returned to Qincheng and told his father, he would definitely capture this person and remove him from the top.

"Whoever lives and dies may still be..."

Yang Xiu said softly, the man suddenly accelerated in the air. The obvious speed advantage was at its peak at this moment, and he came to the other party in a few breaths. The iron rod swept towards Huang Jun's face with a sweeping across the thousand troops. At this time, Yang Xiu no longer held back and danced the sword technique of the mountain-sliding sword with the heavy iron rod, which made it even more powerful.

Huang Jun and Yang Xiu were entangled, and both sides used big moves of opening and closing. The eagle rose and tiger jumped, and the bear fought against the ape. The people were excited when they saw it, but only he knew the depression in Huang Jun. Huang Jun's cultivation was two levels higher than Yang Xiu. Whether it was competing with magic or fighting head-on, it should be a crushing momentum against Yang Xiu.

But Yang Xiu's body is far stronger than the same level, and he is not inferior to Huang Jun; the old painting scroll defeats all the magic spells of Huang Jun, which makes Huang Junkkong have all his skills but has nowhere to use them. He is so depressed that he almost vomits blood.

During the fierce battle, Yang Xiu realized that he had completely understood the opponent's background, and he wanted to fight quickly, and seized the opportunity to sacrifice the immortal captive hand without warning!

Huang Jun was frightened by Yang Xiu's endless tricks. Seeing a few seemingly harmless blue thin silk floated out of Yang Xiu's hand, he subconsciously wanted to block it with an iron rod. He never thought that the blue thin silk seemed to be as thick as a finger suddenly became straight, and pierced into his chest without any obstacles like a thin needle.

"Puff!Puff!"

Huang Jun felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his strength suddenly disappeared, and he could no longer stop Yang Xiu's attack. He was hit by Yang Xiu's chest with a stick and hit the ground hard.

Half lying on the ground, Huang Qi vomited blood. A layer of shiny body armor was exposed below the clothes. There were three black holes as thick as fingers on the chest of the armor, and blood was gushing outwards.

When Huang Qi next to him saw his elder brother defeat, Yang Xiu looked at him with a look of his eyes, and he stared at Yang Xiu with a steady heart and said viciously: "You dare to kill me! We are a wild family. If my father knew that you were fighting against us, he would definitely crush you and extinguish the most painful torture! Let us go now, I can consider..."

Halfway through Huang Qi's harsh words, Yang Xiu didn't even look at it and sucked it over. Huang Qi, who was tall, flew out like a paper man, and the person was broken into two pieces in the air, falling into the corner without a sound. With the blessing of the strong amulet, Yang Xiu's strength was far more terrifying than the two of them imagined.

A cold light flashed in Huang Jun's eyes. Without hesitation, he took out a half-foot-long thing from his arms, like a flying sword, and quickly wrote something on it with his fingers. Yang Xiu's face darkened, and a green light shot out silently from his palm. Huang Jun felt a blue light flashing in front of him, and his two arms were cut off at the same time. The small flying sword automatically flew into the air and flew away.

Yang Xiu looked at the disappearance of the sword and frowned slightly.

“Woo…”

Huang Jun's face was pale, his two broken arms were bleeding, and his sweat was flowing in pain. However, when he looked up and saw Yang Xiu, Huang Jun showed a cruel smile, "You will die a good death, Yang Hu! My father will remove you from the bottom of his body, and then find your family in Ningguo, so that they can be the efforts of our clan and do their best to humiliate..."

"Actually, I'm not a bloodthirsty person." Yang Xiu frowned and thoughtfully, and said calmly.

"Hahaha! I'm scared? Want to beg me for mercy?"

Huang Jun looked ferocious, waved his two bare arms and cursed viciously: "It's too late! Haha, you probably don't know how it feels like being sucked by the demon mosquito, your whole body is itchy? Come and knelt down and beg for mercy to me, kowtow and apologize! I may be able to make you die more happily."

"You misunderstood what I mean,"

Yang Xiu threw the iron stick aside, and a green halo in the palm of his right hand was extremely mysterious. "Whether Huang Qi confronted me or you wanted to kill me when you met, it was not the reason I killed you. You must die because of the blood of your clan."

After saying that, Yang Xiu's five fingers moved slightly, and the blue light brushed across Huang Jun's throat like the flexible tentacles of an insect. A big blood mist was brought out with a "puff!" sound. Huang Jun's eyes showed an incredible look. He wanted to cover the wound with his half-missed arm, but it was just in vain, and his eyes slowly lost their vitality.

Yang Xiu checked the Huangqi family. The Lishanniu clan has a small population and has a trace of the bloodline of ancient spirit beasts. The inheritance and writing of the clan are all from human classics, but they regard themselves as the orthodox spirit beasts of heaven and earth all day long.

The people in this clan are all militants, burning, killing, looting and doing evil. The targets of the massacre are both human races and relatively weak monsters. It seems that this race is born to exist for invasion and killing, which reminds Yang Xiu of a neighbor of his motherland on earth. He is as shameless and narrow-minded as he is, and he is desperate to die, forcing Yang Xiu to kill.

Yang Xiu quickly searched for things on Huang Qi Huang Jun's body. In addition to a very high-grade body armor, Huang Jun actually had a small Sumeru bag on his body! Although the space was less than one-fifth of Yang Xiu's Sumeru bag, it was also very rare, which made Yang Xiu pay more attention to the Rift Mountain Cow Clan.

Meng Lu and Xiao Xuan saw Yang Xiu killing the enemy, and immediately ran out of the remains.

"Sir, are you okay?" Meng Lu ran over and grabbed Yang Xiu's arm, stretched left and right, looking nervous.

"It's okay, I'll hurry up and write the hidden talisman to hide the breath here, otherwise there will be real big trouble." Yang Xiu said withdrew the things.

"Actually, I can repair part of the formation here,"

Xiao Xuan held his back with two snow-white little hands and blinked and said, "Sir, you can write some more Taoist talismans to restore the cave to its original state. But I just saw this man send a flying sword to send a letter. Others knew that this place was, even if it could block the entrance, it would be useless?"

This stone cave is the place where the old spiritual turtle sits and transforms, and there are many death-dead formations engraved in it. Previously, Yang Xiu and Meng Lu broke into the cave. If Xiao Xuanxin had not been able to bear to inspire the formation, they would have died long ago. Later, seeing that Yang Xiu had no intention of catching him to refine medicine, Xiao Xuan, who was kind, could not do anything.

“It’s okay,”

Yang Xiu was happy when he heard this, waved his hand and said with ease: "Huang Jun doesn't have time to write in detail, at most I can write my name or Bai Poison Valley. Since Xiao Xuan, you can change the formation here, it's not as good as us..."

The three heads gathered together and whispered for a while. Meng Lu and Xiao Xuan suddenly realized and looked at Yang Xiu with "You are so despicable" eyes. Yang Xiu scratched the back of his head and smiled silly twice ashamedly.

"By the way, are there six stems of grass in this stone cave?" Yang Xiu suddenly heard the real purpose he had, and asked Xiao Xuan.

"Yes, there are several other rare spiritual medicines." Xiao Xuan pointed to Shi Lin on one side and said.

Yang Xiu was extremely happy when he heard this. He looked at the remains of the spirit turtle filled with green light and grinned happily.

...

A quarter of an hour later, two figures, one big and one small, rushed out of the stone mountains, and passed the densely covered with hideous monsters on the ground and flew towards Qincheng.

Half an hour later, a red light rushed from afar, hovering beside the stone mountain, and the powerful aura emitted shocked the monsters around the stone mountain retreated one after another. After a while, the figure surrounded by the red light found nothing, and suddenly disappeared after raising his hand to set up several formations around.

One hour later, two giant birds with a body length of ten feet fell from the sky above the top and descended on the stone mountain; a white wolf-shaped monster as high as twenty feet arrived almost at the same time, and the remaining monsters around the stone mountain crawled on the ground and dared not make a sound. The three big monsters surrounded the stone mountain for a few circles, and found nothing. The giant birds flew away with a roar, and the white wolf also roared and escaped into the jungle unwillingly.

After a few hours, various powerful beings in the wilderness came to Baipo Valley. However, the more time it was, the less accurate the location found. Only the first few strong men and monsters found the nearest near Shishan. However, no one found the abnormality of Shishan from beginning to end. As usual in Baipo Valley, poisonous beasts were rampant, and there was no sign of spiritual power bursting here.

At this time, Yang Xiu and the other two had already fled to Qincheng. Xiao Xuan turned into a half-foot-long little green tortoise hidden in Yang Xiu's cuffs, and returned to Yang Xiu's residence as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!