This is not only a third-level monster, but also——
The roar is exactly the same as that of the dead monkey king. This is a third-level purple-faced monkey!
I beat the little one, here comes the old one!
This sound is approaching rapidly from far to near, from bottom to top.
"This monster monkey is coming towards us!" someone shouted in panic.
"Everyone, run away quickly!" Mu Tianlu ordered decisively: "Spread out and run away, each according to destiny!"
After saying that, he was the first to raise his flying sword and escape outside.
"Purple..." Yin Nanxing just said one word, but found that the two people he ordered to pick also flew into the sky, abandoned the flowers and fled.
Henhen cursed and glanced greedily at the purple cloud flowers in the distance. He stamped his feet and left with his sword.
To pick purple cloud flowers, you can't just stretch your hands and twist them off. You need to input mana and follow certain steps. Without a few seconds, it can't be completed at all.
At this time, everyone has thrown flying swords one after another. Those who are fast have already risen into the air; those who are slow have jumped on the sword body and are ready to go.
Yang Zhen, on the other hand, took advantage of the moment when Zhao Yue'er threw the flying sword, and with quick eyesight and quick hands, uprooted a Tianling Fruit next to her and put it into the space.
"Little Shitou, come up quickly!" the little girl shouted.
Yang Zhen responded and jumped up.
The roar of the monster monkey was getting closer and closer, everyone was already in mid-air, and the thirty-one flying swords scattered in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.
Those who were able to escape far breathed a sigh of relief.
Those who escaped slowly put the Qi Pill back into their mouths while pouring in mana desperately, only regretting that they were half slow to react.
The four people left at the end were the four members of the Zhao family.
"Miss, let Mr. Yang sit behind me!" Zhao Yuqi quickly advised with an anxious look on his face.
Zhao Yueer turned a deaf ear and flew the sword steadily towards the outside of the mountain.
The two guards looked at each other and had no choice but to follow behind, risking their lives at worst.
Yang Zhen also felt the danger of this move and was preparing to take action.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred——
Everyone suddenly felt a heavy weight on their bodies, as if there was a heavy burden pressing on them.
The flying sword under his feet suddenly lost control and flew forward diagonally.
"Can't fly!" someone shouted in horror.
With a radius of ten miles, Xiaolang Mountain can fly freely——
No flying!
Dozens of people fell down one after another like meteorites from the sky.
"Use the Feather Falling Technique!" Mu Tianlu reminded loudly.
[Feather Fall Technique] can make the body as light as a feather and greatly slow down the falling speed.
This is a spell that can only be practiced after the [Heaven] Vein is opened, so Yang Zhen naturally does not know how to do it.
But he didn't panic. The moment he started to fall, he already had a parachute bag in his hand.
The parachute bag was opened and the fall was immediately contained.
He hugged the little girl with one hand, took out two in succession with the other hand, threw them to the guards beside him, and at the same time quickly taught the two of them how to operate.
The feather falling technique can only temporarily alleviate the slowdown, and will eventually lose its effect as the falling trend becomes faster and faster.
In other words, the Feather Falling Technique can only ensure that the monks are generally safe within a height of a hundred feet. If it exceeds a hundred feet, it depends on their luck.
At this time, the nearest ground was more than three hundred feet away.
Yang Zhen tied the umbrella rope tightly around the little girl's slender waist, then gently pushed her away. When the distance was more than ten feet away, she took out an umbrella bag and opened it.
The umbrella bag he made was purely for fun. It was not very big and could only hold one person at most.
The four unfolded parachutes, like four beautiful flowers, bloomed under the blue sky and white clouds, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Brother Yang, help me!" A person nearby shouted for help.
It was Dai Miaocheng, who had always been not too far away from Zhao Yue'er. Now that he saw that Yang Zhen's novelty could save his life, he immediately came over familiarly.
Yang Zhen's impression of this person was neither good nor bad. Since I came to ask for help, I had to help if I could, so I immediately threw a parachute over.
"Brother Yang!"
"Brother Yang!"
"Junior Brother Yang!"
"..."
Now several people gathered around him and asked him for help.
At this time, the Feather Falling Technique has not yet expired, and the body can still be controlled and moved left and right like a feather for a certain distance.
Yang Zhen was in a dilemma now. There were a total of six parachute bags in his space, and five of them had been used up, leaving only the last one.
To whom?
"I only have the last one, give it to this senior sister!" After saying that, he threw the umbrella bag towards the female nun closest to him.
After the female cultivator took it, she immediately jumped over and was ten feet away before opening the parachute bag.
The remaining people were caught off guard for a moment, and when they realized that this was indeed the last one, they immediately exploded.
Some were heartbroken, while others found clothes or umbrellas from their storage bags and imitated the style of a parachute, trying to slow down as much as possible.
Some of them had a fierce look in their eyes and were eager to try. However, seeing Yang Zhen's face sinking like water, she knew that this junior brother was not easy to mess with, so she had no choice but to leave and look for other targets.
But at this moment, those with parachutes have drifted far away, so how can they reach them?
Not to mention how disappointed and frustrated these people were, one of them was eyeing the parachute in Yang Zhen's hand.
It was Yin Nanxing.
He was flying the highest at that time, far ahead of everyone, and fell to Yang Zhen's height at this moment.
"Yang Zhen, hand over the parachute, and I will forgive you for killing the Monkey King!" He shouted sharply, and rolled a long whip towards Yang Zhen's head.
Yang Zhen had long been on guard against someone snatching it, so she swung it away with a cane and immediately rolled it up with the long whip.
He shouted loudly, and Yin Nanxing was pulled closer to him involuntarily.
Yang Zhen continued to wave the cane, preparing to throw this guy far away.
At this moment, Yin Nanxing opened his fingers and a huge wooden arrow stabbed towards his throat.
So vicious!
Yang Zhen was furious. She waved the Qianwu Stick with her other hand, blocked it, and immediately knocked away the wooden arrow.
However, at this time, dozens of wooden thorns were shot at the open umbrella cover!
If it was on flat ground, Yang Zhen could avoid it or use a shield to block it.
However, in mid-air, it is unstoppable!
"Tear it!" Several holes were made in the umbrella jacket, and the air suddenly leaked out and turned into a rag!
I can’t get it, and you can’t get it either!
This Yin Nanxing has such a vicious mind!
Yang Zhen finally became angry and became murderous.
Rubbing his fingers, an iron ball made of pigeon eggs appeared quietly.
This was given to him by his mother-in-law during the selection competition that year, but he kept throwing it away in space.
He raised his hand and the iron ball roared through the air, hitting Yin Nanxing in the waist and abdomen.
With Yang Zhen's strength at this time, even if it was an iron ball, the force of the impact would be no less than a full blow in the later stage of Qi training.
"Ah!" Yin Nanxing screamed, blood spurting out of the corner of his mouth.
The iron ball did not break his body, presumably because he was wearing armor at this time.
Yang Zhen smiled coldly, and without stopping, hit several more iron balls.
But he saw a flash of red light on Yin Nanxing's body, and a red halo enveloped him tightly.
Several iron balls were blocked by the halo and scattered in all directions.
Yang Zhen cursed secretly and had no choice but to give up.
The two of them have been fighting each other for a few times, and the distance between them has been widened.
At this time, Yang Zhen's landing speed was getting faster and faster, and she could no longer care about the opponent.
"Little stone!" Zhao Yue'er saw it from a distance and exclaimed, controlling the parachute and trying to get closer to Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen raised her hand and smiled.
Immediately, his limbs spread out, like a bat soaring in the sky.
A hang glider appeared above his head.
He turned his head and looked at the sky. It was noon, half an hour before the end of the day.
"God help me!"
He screamed secretly in his heart, controlled the hang glider, and flew towards the valley...
