With the map in hand and a tail of the nine-tailed demon fox on his body, Wang Cheng and his party were much faster.
From leaving the Fox Cave at 2pm to leaving the misty forest at around 5pm, it took more than three hours and covered more than 30 miles.
They passed through the territories of four great demons, but they walked through the gaps between the territories of these great demons and did not disturb them.
In front of us is no longer a forest wrapped in mist, but a meadow with lush water plants.
The sun is just right.
You can vaguely see that the sky to the west is dyed orange-red, because there is fog behind you blocking your sight, so you can't see the vast sunset.
It will be nice weather again.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Just like a series of rainy weather, it finally cleared up and the gloom in my heart was swept away.
Wang Cheng said to Xu Chao on the side: "Have you made all the marks?"
Xu Chao nodded and said, "Sir, where should we go next?"
Wang Cheng then took out the map given by Bai Jiuniang, focused his eyes on an area, and said: "Before dark, we have to rush to Pheasant Ridge and set up camp here!"
Between the Death Swamp and the Misty Forest, there are many mounds and many poisonous insects and monsters living there. Pheasant Ridge is considered a relatively safe place.
After everyone took a short rest, they rushed to Pheasant Ridge.
Pheasant Ridge is inconspicuous among the many hills. It is only a few dozen meters high and covered with weeds. There are pheasant nests everywhere. From time to time, pheasants can be seen fluttering their wings and flying away.
When Wang Cheng and others arrived, the sky was already getting dark.
Yang Si stood at the foot of Pheasant Ridge, watching the pheasants fly away in fright at their arrival, and said regretfully: "Damn! These pheasants are smarter than rabbits! I plan to catch two of them and beat them as a sacrifice!"
Wang Cheng slapped him on the head and said, "Don't be careless! There are not only pheasants here, but also a weasel that has lived for more than five hundred years!"
"A weasel that has been around for more than five hundred years? Isn't that a big demon?" Yang Si came to his senses.
"How big does a weasel have to be if it's over five hundred years old? Is it bigger than a cow?"
Thinking of this, Yang Si shuddered. When he went to the grave in the past, he was most afraid of encountering cats, weasels and foxes, because encountering them would be bad.
He grabbed Wang Cheng's arm tightly and said, "No! Damn it! I'm most afraid of running into this thing at night. Can we change places?"
Wang Cheng said: "The hills around Pheasant Ridge are full of poisonous ants, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous insects. If you are not afraid of being eaten by them, you can camp there."
After hearing this, Yang Si shook his head like a rattle.
Wang Cheng took his hand away. The reason why he chose to camp here was naturally after careful consideration.
The most difficult thing to deal with when surviving in the wild is those poisonous insects. Even if you use the most airtight tent, these insects can get in. They are simply pervasive.
The poisonous ants, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous insects here are far more powerful than those on the earth. Not only are they big, some are even small monsters that have lived for hundreds of years. tingling.
Because there are a large number of pheasants living in Pheasant Ridge, there are fewer poisonous insects than other hills.
The only thing to worry about is that weasels often visit here. According to the information provided by Bai Zhe and his wife, there is a weasel who has cultivated into a great demon.
It's just a big monster. Wang Cheng has a way to deal with it. It's best if it doesn't show up. Once it shows up, it's guaranteed to peel off its valuable fur.
Choosing a leeward place in Pheasant Ridge, Wang Cheng ordered everyone to set up camp.
There were thirty-one people in total, in groups of five, and six tents were set up, in the shape of fonts, with each other forming horns.
In this way, Wang Cheng was left alone to watch the night outside.
Everyone simply ate some meat pie and drank some water, then went into the camp to rest.
There was no spark in the camp.
This was specially stated by Wang Cheng.
They have entered the core area of the Valley of the Dead. They will encounter more fierce monsters below, and lighting them will easily expose them.
The night is dark.
From time to time, the mountain wind blows through the valleys between the hills, making a "whining" sound, which is really like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Although Xu Chao and others were warriors, they still retained a strong sense of awe for ghosts and gods. After hearing these voices, they all huddled in their tents and did not dare to come out.
Wang Cheng sat cross-legged in the middle of the camp, with a stone under his butt, his eyes bright, and two flying swords as long as chopsticks suspended in front of him.
"Whizzing!"
The next moment, two flying swords appeared ten meters away and flew back instantly.
Sure enough, when his telekinesis reached the peak of his ability to control objects, he became even more proficient in sword control.
As soon as his mind moved, another flying sword appeared in front of him. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", three flying swords were shot out at the same time. After shooting ten meters away, they returned to the front of the body at the same time.
Still no obstacles!
Wang Cheng sent out the fourth flying sword. It was a little awkward at first, but he became proficient after repeating it a few times.
"Compared with the Yu Zhen Gang, there is still a big gap!"
He recalled the battle with Yu Zhen Gang that night. Yu Zhen Gang could not only use four flying swords at the same time, but also multi-purpose, controlling two flying swords to attack from different directions at the same time.
According to the "Shen Yu Jing", the control of objects is divided into four stages, one is fast, the second is far, the third is fast and far, the fourth is fast, far and accurate, Yu Zhenbang should be in the fourth stage.
Wang Cheng realized that he had a long, long way to go, so he put away the other three flying swords and concentrated on the first stage - quick!
Quickly is divided into three levels, entry level, minor level, and dacheng level. Taking an object ten meters away as the target, hitting the target three times in a row with one breath is considered an introduction, hitting the target thirty times in a row with one breath is considered a small success, and hitting the target with ninety stabs in a row is considered a Dacheng.
Now, he is already at a small level of achievement and has the mind power cultivation at the peak of the Object Control Realm. He should be able to break through to the Dacheng level soon.
Wang Cheng activated his mind power and used the Soul-eating Pearl to turn it into a thin and long tentacle, just like holding a sword with his hand, stabbing at the target continuously.
The flying sword shoots out at an extremely fast speed. In the dark, the human eye cannot catch it at all. One can only detect something flying past through keen hearing.
In fact, apart from monks with telekinesis, even martial arts masters would find it difficult to sense in this environment.
Unknowingly, it was already late at night, and everyone who was originally scared fell asleep.
A high-end hunter will definitely seize the opportunity accurately, just like now.
A few dozen meters away from the tent, a faint light suddenly flashed, and a gust of wind rushed towards the tent.
"call out!"
At the same time, a flying sword disappeared from in front of Wang Cheng, followed by a scream.
"Bang!"
A heavy landing sounded, and Xu Chao and Yang Si, who had been sleeping lightly, immediately ran out of the tent.
I saw an animal more than two meters long and one meter high, standing about ten meters away from the tent, like a cow.
But it was obviously not a cow. Its golden fur was as smooth and soft as satin, and its eyes shone with light, like two white crystal beads.
The fur under its neck was dyed bright red, which was obviously caused by the flying sword just now.
Yang Si rubbed his eyes and was shocked when he saw it clearly, saying: "Damn! It's really a weasel! It's so big!"
Wang Cheng was also a little surprised that this weasel actually dared to attack them.
In fact, there is another reason why he chose to camp here, that is, he has a fox tail of Hu Zhe, which is the demon king's destiny, and the aura it emits is enough to scare those big demons.
However, this was not the time for him to think too much. With a thought in his mind, the two flying swords shot out simultaneously.
The weasel suffered the loss just now. This time he was prepared and reacted very quickly. He avoided it in a flash.
Wang Cheng suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way!"
While shouting, others also disappeared and appeared above a camp.
In front of him was the weasel. After dodging the flying sword, it was still able to attack.
This speed is not inferior to Wang Cheng who has mastered "Xiaoyaoyou", but is worthy of the Weasel who is famous for his agility.
"boom!"
Wang Cheng hit the weasel on the neck with a tiger punch, but he was not happy at all, because the force of the fist did not have time to explode, and his hand slipped.
The fur on the weasel's body is too smooth, and the flesh all over its body is extremely tough, and there is nowhere to put any force on it.
"boom!"
It was too late, but it was too late. Wang Cheng had no time to dodge and was hit hard on the chest.
He flew upside down more than ten meters away, his chest ached sorely, and he could hardly breathe.
Wang Cheng was secretly afraid. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and had inner armor under his clothes, otherwise this blow would have broken his ribs.
The monster beast indeed has a unique advantage in terms of strength, even if he can't compare with him who has strength exceeding 10,000 kilograms.
The weasel rushed into the camp. Its huge body did not affect its flexibility at all. It turned and pounced on Xu Chao and the two.
Yang Si was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.
Xu Chao was still better, not completely frightened and at a loss, so he raised his hand and struck a "Luoying Palm".
After several months of training in Ninghou's mansion, and being taught by martial arts masters on weekdays, there was no shortage of training resources. Xu Chao had already mastered the Six Classics of the Twelve Sutras, and was truly a great martial arts master.
The real energy is shot out through the acupuncture points in the palms, but hitting the weasel is like scratching an itch.
The weasel was not affected at all. He threw Xu Chao to the ground, opened his mouth and bit his head.
The head is as big as a bull's head, and its open mouth can easily bite a human head into pieces.
Xu Chao was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. When had he ever encountered such danger?
At the critical moment, Wang Cheng stabbed the weasel in the head with a black spear.
The weasel has already become a spirit. If it eats the man under it, it will definitely be stabbed by a spear.
So, it abandoned Xu Chao, jumped up, and dodged the spear in Wang Cheng's hand.
Xu Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Cheng hadn't taken action just now, he would have become the food of the weasel.
Wang Cheng missed his shot, flew forward and stabbed the weasel that was rushing towards other camps.
"boom!"
The weasel rushed away from the camp, holding a Xuanwei in its mouth, and walked away without looking back.
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