Iron-backed silver wolf!
A group of iron-backed silver wolves, about forty in number, looked completely black from a distance.
The hair on the back of the iron-backed silver wolf is jet black and is harder than fine iron. The rest of the hair is a clear silvery white. Although it is not as hard as the back, it is also rough and thick, and cannot be pierced by ordinary sharp blades.
This kind of demon wolf mainly relies on its fangs, claws and brute strength. The second-level one will launch frost spells, which have a certain hysteresis effect, but their power is average.
Although its offensive methods are not as good as those of the Black Moon Wolf, its actual combat power is far superior to the latter due to its strong defense.
It is equivalent to a body-refining cultivator of the same level, which is difficult to deal with.
A mature first-level iron-backed silver wolf is about seven feet long, and a second-level one is over a foot long. Yang Zhen glanced over with her spiritual consciousness and found that there were five of them that were more than ten feet tall, and one that reached one foot and five feet, which should be the wolf king.
Youyou's sharp little ears suddenly stood up, obviously noticing the arrival of the wolves. She looked at the young man, and his body slowly faded away.
"I'll deal with it!" Yang Zhen stopped him and said, "Go and have a rest. Leave these beasts to me!"
He took out the purple gold rod, put the two chicks into the space, and walked towards the wolves step by step.
The wolf king's green eyes stared at the humans in front of him, his head raised, and he let out a low roar.
Immediately, dozens of wolves divided into two teams and surrounded him from the left and right.
Another monster with a high IQ! Yang Zhen looked at him coldly. The wolf was staring at him with a sneer, as if there was a sneer in his eyes.
Yang Zhen smiled, waved the purple gold stick, and pounced on the rushing wolves.
A melee.
"Ping ping ping bang bang", after a cup of tea, a large group of wolves fell down.
However, they are all first-level demon wolves, but there is not a single second-level one.
The wolf king was so angry that he jumped up from twenty feet away and grabbed the young man's head like a dark cloud.
Yang Zhen changed her steps and avoided the powerful and heavy blow of the demon wolf. She took the opportunity to use several sticks and knocked down several first-level demon wolves.
After a quarter of an hour, all the first-level demon wolves had fallen to the ground. Some had broken spines, and it was obvious that they would not survive; some had injured limbs and limped away from the field, letting out hoarse whines. .
There were only six second-level monsters left on the field.
At this time, Yang Zhen's pressure suddenly increased.
The second-level iron-backed silver wolves were extremely flexible and strong. Yang Zhen's several blows with the stick were easily avoided by them. Sometimes they really can't dodge, and they will take advantage of the strong defensive characteristics of the iron back to bear the blow forcefully on their back, neutralizing most of the power.
As for the wind blades released through the purple gold rod, most of them hit the air, and a few hit the iron back, causing minimal damage. Only a very small part fell on the silver hair between the waist and abdomen, creating scars.
However, these injuries could not harm the demon wolf at all, but instead made these beasts even more violent.
The attacks of the wolves were equally fierce, especially since there were no first-order demon wolves in the way, their siege became even tighter. Every attack was like a sharp blade flying in front of the young man.
In addition, the frost released by these demon wolves has a partial freezing effect, although it is not very powerful. Once you get it, your actions will be more or less sluggish.
Yang Zhen will exert herself to the extreme to avoid those fatal attacks, but one bloody wound after another inevitably appears on her body.
If this continues, the situation will not be good!
Thinking of the Haikou he had just boasted in front of Xiao Heicao, the young man was a little angry, but he couldn't let a little grass see the joke.
I can’t say it, I can only use it.
He shouted loudly, jumped up high, pointed the wooden stick in his hand straight to the sky, and then drew a semicircle like a shooting star, hitting a demon wolf on the head with all his strength!
The second-level demon wolf was so frightened by this momentum that it curled up its forelimbs and was at a loss what to do. It wasn't until the stick reached his body that he suddenly got excited and reluctantly bowed his body, exposing his back.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the purple gold rod hit the demon wolf's back hard. Then there was only a "click" sound, and the iron back of the second-level demon wolf had been broken.
The demon wolf howled, huddled up and collapsed on the ground. Although it was not dead yet, it stuck out its tongue and kept moaning. It was not far from death.
The Destruction Stick is really powerful!
Yang Zhen immediately felt exhausted inside her body.
Immediately, a trace of chaotic energy traveled throughout his body, and his energy and blood quickly recovered.
This was the confidence he dared to use among the wolves. Without the powerful recovery ability of Chaos Qi, using this trick in a pack of wolves would be tantamount to seeking death.
Suddenly, something clicked in his heart, and the question that had been lingering in his mind had an answer.
"If I had used the mental skills at that time, could the punch I had used have been more powerful?"
"The stick of destruction, with the spirit of dying with the enemy, breaks the cauldron and sinks the boat, and the energy flows through the rainbow, so it can mobilize the whole body's spirit and blood to deliver a fatal blow..."
"Since the stick technique can do this, wouldn't it be possible if I use it in the boxing technique?"
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen was heartbroken and simply put away the purple gold stick.
He wants to deal with the wolves with his fists.
In this small world, he couldn't always use the Purple Gold Rod, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain it once someone discovered that it was a third-level magic weapon.
If it can be solved with fists, we will never use guns or sticks.
At this time, there were five second-level demon wolves on the field, including the alpha wolf.
The killing of a second-level demon wolf frightened these monsters with high intelligence. Under the leadership of the alpha wolf, the attack speed was accelerated and the attack became more ferocious.
For a time, Yang Zhen was in danger. If he hadn't gained new insights in these days, he might have been struck by the wolf's claws.
Finally, he found an opportunity.
The young man roared loudly, recalling all the experiences of using it in his mind. The blood in his whole body was surging, and the power surged towards his outstretched right arm. His fist turned into a copper hammer, and he hammered hard against the head of a demon wolf!
"Poof!" This demonic wolf was not as agile as the one just now, and was unable to dodge the blow. The fist passed along the ear of the demon wolf and embedded deeply into the head. Then, the head as big as a millstone exploded!
Kill with one blow!
"Ouch!" The alpha wolf roared and pounced on Yang Zhen's shoulder, but the boy jumped forward and barely dodged, leaving a long bloody gash on his waist and abdomen.
Yang Zhen was so angry that she punched the alpha wolf in the head with her backhand. This punch was far less powerful than the one just now, but it still made the wolf howl, roll on the ground, stand up immediately, and hide away.
A pair of wolf eyes looked at the young man in shock, losing their previous arrogance.
"Aww-" It raised its head and howled, then turned around and ran away.
The other four demon wolves followed closely.
Yang Zhen drew out her sun-chasing bow, opened her bow, and nocked an arrow. The sharp arrow chased a demon wolf, swooped in from behind, and killed it on the spot.
There were only a few left, but he was unable to pursue them anymore. He looked at the demon wolves lying all over the ground and felt very satisfied.
Not only are the results great, but more importantly, the confidence in Zhan Jin Zhan Geng!
The next time he meets Jin Zhan Geng, if the other party dares to separate out a few phantoms, he will definitely make sure this guy can't be displeased!
At this moment, a black shadow flashed in the distance, and the running wolf king suddenly retracted its forelimbs, rolled its body backwards, rolled several times, then tilted its head and fell to the ground.
faint!
Yang Zhen spent a whole stick of incense but failed to kill the alpha wolf, the late second-level iron-backed silver wolf, but Youyou succeeded with one move!
Assassins are really untouchable!
The remaining three demon wolves each let out a mournful cry and ran away faster.
Xiao Heicao flashed and disappeared into the night.
"Youyou, don't chase the poor!" Yang Zhen shouted loudly from behind.
However, Xiao Heicao may not understand, or may not care at all, but seeing the fog ahead, the person has already disappeared.
…
The little black grass didn't return all night.
Yang Zhen was a little curious. The assassin was most afraid of showing his body. Youyou showed her traces in front of those demon wolves, will she still succeed?
The next morning, he came out of the space and squinted at the sky. A red sun was rising slowly.
After yesterday's heavy rain, the swamp was filled with clouds and mist. Under the rays of the morning sun, it seemed like it was covered with a layer of golden gauze. The morning breeze blew through, lifting layers of gauze and mist, revealing a variety of wildflowers in full bloom below, red, white, purple, and yellow. A clump here, a clump there, vying for beauty on the vast grassland, exuding the fragrance of flowers. Intense aroma.
"Brother, there is something good two hundred feet behind and to the left." Yang Zhen was fascinated, but she heard Yiyi shouting loudly in her mind.
He quickly looked for it, and it was the place where he fought the demon wolf last night.
All the wolf corpses have been taken into the space by him, and the ground is covered with large black lumps soaked in demon blood, filled with a rich smell of blood.
Several grasses about three inches tall with four or five white flowers swayed slightly in the breeze.
This white flower is about the size of a fingernail, with a blood-drop-like red fruit growing in the middle, exuding a faint scent of plum blossoms. There are dozens of white petals stacked on top of each other, and each petal is covered with countless tiny red silk threads, just like blood vessels on the human body.
Yang Zhen has never seen this kind of spiritual grass.
"Xue Tanlian, this is Xue Tanlian!" Yiyi reminded excitedly.
The Blood Epiphyllum is a spiritual plant that needs to be fed with demon blood. It usually floats in the air in a seed state. Once it finds a place where demon blood flows, it will take root and sprout on the ground, and it will mature and bear fruit overnight.
This kind of spiritual grass can be eaten directly, or it can be refined into Blood Lotus Pill. Its biggest function is to replenish blood energy, especially when the body loses a lot of blood, the effect is immediate.
Yang Zhen knelt down and carefully uprooted the Xue Tanlian and placed it into the bluestone space.
The seeds of this spiritual grass will float around and sometimes attach to other spiritual grasses to absorb their nutrients, so it is best to reproduce alone.
Fortunately, after being promoted to Foundation Establishment, Yang Zhen divided her consciousness twice more. Now she has five independent spaces, one of which can be allocated.
There were three such grasses on the ground. After he pulled out two of them, a breeze suddenly blew behind him.
The girl in black stretched out her little hand.
"Prick, thorn!" She pointed at the mustard blood lotus and muttered.
Yang Zhen looked confused.
Seeing that he didn't understand, the girl stretched out her little hand longer, pulled off the flowers and fruits, and stuffed them into her mouth.
It turned out to be eating.
After a while, waves of flushes appeared on Youyou's face, and soon her whole face was red, even redder than drunkenness, as if blood was about to ooze out.
Immediately, her body staggered and she suddenly fell backward.
Yang Zhen quickly stretched out her hand to hold it, and suddenly felt a lightness. What she held in her hand was a black grass.
"What's going on?" he asked curiously.
"Youyou is about to advance." Yiyi murmured.
"Didn't she just transform? Why is she going to advance again?"
"Youyou has absorbed a large number of earth spirit stones in the past few years," Xiaocao explained: "She also needs the aura of the earth realm and the demon power of the fourth-level demon elixir. Her foundation is several times stronger than what it was five years ago. In addition, Fairy Ben helped her overcome the calamity, and with her strength, she should have been promoted long ago."
"However, Shadow Grass is a thing from the underworld. Her biggest shortcoming after transformation is her lack of vitality. These few grass mustard blood lotuses today just make up for this shortcoming of hers."
"After she advances, her consciousness, magic power, and other abilities will be completely at the level of a foundation-building monk!"
When Xiao Xiancao spoke, her voice was both happy and a little sad.
"How long will she sleep this time?" Yang Zhen asked quickly.
"As short as three or four days, as long as half a month." Yiyi is not sure.
Yang Zhen escaped into space, dug a hole in the soil, and replanted the small black grass.
The fourth-level demon pill clung to her side.
The little black grass was as shiny as black jade, its four feathery leaves were completely closed, and it was obviously in a deep sleep.
"What will happen after waking up this time?" Yang Zhen was full of expectations.
He casually opened the ring left by Xiao Heicao, and there was indeed a lot of prey inside.
There were about sixty second-level monsters, including the three escaped monster wolves.
The night is a dark world, and in the dark, her hunting efficiency is higher. In particular, some monsters are more likely to be killed when they are sleeping.
In one day and night, Xiao Heicao contributed at least 50,000 spirit stones to his prey.
What a pity, with such a huge swamp and endless resources, why do you advance at this time?
Fifty thousand spirit stones every day!
Yang Zhen couldn't laugh or cry, she wished she could transform into a factory boss and pull Youyou out of her sleep.
He packed up his luggage and continued walking to the mountains.
At this time, the smoke has gradually dissipated, and the field of vision has suddenly become wider. Some distant spiritual herbs are also easier to find.
The young man picked while walking, and after four hours, he finally arrived at the mountain.
This is a small mountain peak about two hundred feet high, winding and winding. Looking from a distance, you can see that the vegetation on the mountain is lush and lush.
Yang Zhen looked at the mountain blankly, a little confused.
In the jade slips, there are several small mountain ranges like this in the southwest. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't determine which one he was in.
Let's take a walk around this mountain tomorrow. Based on the shape and trend of the mountain, we should be able to find it on the map.
When I opened the jade certificate again, there was still no one there, and I didn't meet any monks from other countries.
The night passed.
Early the next morning, Yang Zhen started to circle the mountain in a clockwise direction.
An hour later, he came to a ravine.
The ravine is about 150 to 600 feet wide and more than ten feet deep. Both sides are covered with green grass and some ancient trees are scattered among them.
Just as he was looking around, Yiyi suddenly said in surprise:
"Haoyuan Grass! Brother, there are two Haoyuan Grass on the other side of the gully!"
