Just when Yang Zhen was riding a hang glider and disappeared into the mountains in the distance, a giant beast was standing on the hillside where the battle had just occurred.
This giant beast is more than two feet tall, with golden hair all over its body, the roots of which are like straight thorns; its face is dark purple, and its expression is sinister, just like the legendary Yaksha.
The body of the monkey king, which was about ten feet long, was being held in its hand, as if it were a rag doll.
Looking back and forth at the corpse, anger gathered in its eyes like black clouds.
"Aww--" This third-level purple-faced demon monkey suddenly let out a long and mournful roar, and immediately ran towards a cliff like an arrow from a string.
In an instant, it was on the top of the cliff. Looking around, it saw the group of running monks falling like dumplings.
These monks, with mutual reminders and help, used the Feather Falling Technique to float their bodies as far as possible above a dense forest. At this time, the feather falling technique had completely failed, and they were falling faster and faster, falling deep into the woods in an instant.
The demon monkey narrowed his eyes slightly and saw several mushroom-like "flying magic weapons" floating among the mountains in the distance, gradually getting further and further away.
The beast's face was full of confusion and resentment.
"Ouch -" it shouted to the sky, picked up a stone as big as a millstone and threw it hard.
The stone flew several miles, and was still halfway to the nearest parachute before it lost all its force and fell diagonally.
The demon monkey roared several times unwillingly, jumped down from the hundred-foot-high cliff, and rushed towards the dense forest where dozens of people fell.
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On the mountainside of Xiaolang Mountain, there is a dense forest somewhere
Here, at a height of about 1,120 feet on Xiaolang Mountain, a tree called Aldera grows. This kind of tree is gray all over, up to ten feet high, with lush branches and leaves. Under the tree, there is often a kind of weed that doesn't like sunlight and is several feet long.
Alder trees and weeds growing on the ground saved the lives of more than twenty Qi Practitioners at this moment.
Except for two people who fell into the valley and were not sure whether they were alive or dead, and one person who fell on a boulder ten feet away in the dense forest and was instantly smashed into pieces, the rest of the people all fell into the dense forest.
Some of them were intact or had only a few scratches, less than a palm's worth, and the rest had broken legs or damaged internal organs.
Moans and shouts came and went.
Yin Nanxing looked gloomy and took out the Muyi magic beads he carried with him to treat the severe pain in his chest.
This serious injury came from Yang Zhen's iron ball. After that, he was wrapped in the red halo and was almost unharmed.
However, the beaded phoenix bracelet on my wrist has already developed some obvious cracks, and it is obvious that it can only be used once at most.
This is the trump card given to him by his ancestor to save his life at critical moments! He was wasted once by that little bastard. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel resentful.
"Senior Brother Yin!" Just as his chest injury was basically recovering, a cry for help came from his ears: "Can you lend me the magic beads to my little brother?"
He turned around and saw that it was one of his fellow juniors, named Feng Changqing.
This man is a clan member of Patriarch Feng of the Law Enforcement Yuan. In fact, except for a few of the sect disciples who participated in the Langshan Secret Realm this time, such as Yan Hongzhu, who was from a humble background, all the others came from the immortal cultivating families above the Zi Mansion. …
Especially Mu Tianlu, who can almost give orders on his behalf, precisely because he is a direct descendant of Patriarch Mu of Fuzhenyuan.
It's just that these people are not as qualified as him.
Thinking of this, he threw the magic bead to Fang Changqing. He always paid attention to making friends with these famous disciples.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yin!" The man thanked him quickly and immediately activated the magic beads to pour green spiritual energy into his broken leg.
After a while, Fang Changqing's injury improved, and another sect disciple asked Yin Nanxing for help and obtained the magic bead.
"Who can save him? Save my brother!" Suddenly a cry of grief rang out.
When everyone heard the news, they saw in the corner of the dense forest a young man in brown clothes with broken legs, kneeling next to another young man in the same attire, looking around anxiously.
The lying young man in brown clothes had a large pool of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was trying to inhale desperately with his mouth open. It was obvious that his lungs had been severely damaged and he was bound to die if he did not receive help.
The young man with a broken leg was desperately trying to use the [Healing Technique] on him, but how useful could a spell during the Qi training period be?
Someone recognized that these two people were both descendants of the Mo family. They were the only two people from the Mo family participating in the trip to Xiaolang Mountain.
The sect disciple was trying his best to heal his wounds. Hearing this, he glanced at Yin Nanxing and saw that his face was calm. He immediately relaxed and continued to infuse magic power.
"Senior Brother Yin! Senior Brother Yin, please save my brother!" The young man with the broken leg obviously also discovered the magical effect of the magic beads, and kowtowed to Yin Nanxing repeatedly.
Yin Nanxing closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he had not heard anything.
Among the three Zifu families around Langshan, the Mo family is the weakest, with only one master of the Zifu family, and does not have much influence in the sect.
Such a family usually had no time to curry favor with him, so how could they be taken seriously by him?
The young man with the broken leg saw that his brother's condition was getting more and more critical, and his tone became more sincere. Finally, he gritted his teeth, dragged his broken leg, and moved towards Yin Nanxing step by step.
"Senior Brother Yin," he hugged Yin Nanxing's thigh: "Please—"
"Go away!" Yin Nanxing had long thought he was noisy. Seeing that he was annoying her again and again, he got angry and kicked him away.
"If you dare to be nagging again, I will kick you to death!" He cursed viciously.
The young man with the broken leg looked desperate and risked his life:
"Yin Nanxing, you coward——"
He was about to curse when suddenly a powerful pressure enveloped the entire forest, and his face suddenly showed a look of panic.
"Monkey, monkey..." He opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.
A two-foot-tall golden figure was stepping into the forest step by step.
The dense branches and leaves blocked most of the sunlight, making this figure even more eerie.
"Monkey, the father of the Monkey King..." Before the young man with a broken leg could finish his words, he was caught by the giant beast and hung in the air.
"Who killed my child?" The demon monkey spoke a dull human language.
"Ah——" The young man with the broken leg was pulled by it, and the injury on his leg worsened, and he let out a scream.
"Pah!" A giant palm slapped the top of his head, like a ripe watermelon suddenly bursting. The man's screams suddenly stopped and he was immediately relieved.
"Fourteenth Brother——" The dying Mo family kid not far away screamed in grief when he witnessed the tragic death of his brother. Immediately, another large mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he tilted his head and followed his brother.
Two lives in an instant.
Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to say anything.
Yin Nanxing was the closest to the demon monkey, and his face turned pale with fear. One hand sneaked towards the bracelet on his wrist, thinking about whether to use up his last chance.
"You!" Before he could think clearly, the demon monkey had already picked him up: "Tell me, who killed my child?"
"Yang Zhen!" Yin Nanxing's eyes turned sharply and he shouted: "The murderer's name is Yang Zhen!".
