A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Yingzhou, Bingzhou and Youzhou form a triangle.

The distance between each other is not too far.

Because the area is much smaller than other continents, some people call the three continents collectively Jizhou.

Of course, much smaller is a relative term. Each continent still has an area of ​​millions of miles.

Jiang Yu and his party had to cross most of Bingzhou from Qingqiu Mountain to the coast.

Along the way, not only the world of immortality became crazy. Even ordinary people have formed forces to attack each other.

The already precarious order completely collapsed.

Instead, there are the rules set by the Demonic Cult.

When a few people first encountered a team that was burning, killing and looting, Fang Yuan and Araguan Ruoxue would still take care of it.

I've seen so much that I'm too lazy to care.

The poor man who was rescued by his front foot turned around and went to rob his house.

Is there any point in saving them?

People's hearts corrupt faster than imagined...

Of course, there are also some sects that unite to fight against the Demon Sect.

Xianyue Sect is one of the representatives.

It's a pity that they did not stand on the side of the general trend.

Because...poor!

Jiang Yu and others stopped to rest on a hillside.

There were two groups of villagers fighting together at the foot of the mountain. Block their way.

A group of lean, barely clothed men were fighting together. Even the cry of killing was feeble.

Listening to their yelling and cursing, it seemed that the village upstream led a tributary from the stream. This results in insufficient water downstream.

The lower reaches also occupied two ridges of wasteland in the upper reaches villages.

What a big deal, several lives have been lost.

Judging from the situation, neither side has any intention of giving up.

Fang Yuan was not interested in this kind of fight, so he yawned and asked, "What should we do? Kill him or go around?"

Jiang Yu lowered his head and studied the animal skin map: "There is a secret realm ahead. Let's rest here first and wait until we finish eating. Those people should have finished fighting."

"it is good!"

Aragaki Ruoxue is much more well-behaved than before.

Make a fire and cook like a little woman.

By increasing the pressure of the water, the meat is quickly cooked until it becomes crispy, fragrant and tender.

Served with pickles and slices of fire beast meat.

The food is quite sumptuous.

Villagers a few hundred meters away smelled the aroma and looked up.

But when I saw the big spirit and the little monster, I immediately gave up the idea of ​​robbing them.

He swallowed his saliva and continued fighting.

By the time Jiang Yu and the others continued on their way, the villagers were all lying on the ground tired.

Several people walked directly through the villagers.

"Stop, stop! No one is allowed to pass. Otherwise, the Demon Lord will blame you."

"Yes, you should take a detour!"

The two village chiefs were still at each other's throats. But they reached unity on this issue.

Fang Yuan looked at these fools with pity: "Let the Demon Envoy speak to me personally. If I am in a good mood, I will beat him to death."

"Be bold!"

The two village chiefs shouted in unison. It's just that the strength in my hands has increased, and I can't even breathe.

They yelled and yelled at each other again.

Jiang Yu and the others are already used to the stupid people whose brainwashing is not thorough.

After walking forward for seven or eight miles, I saw a group of Demon Cult disciples guarding the dark cave.

Two disciples without cultivation stepped forward to block the way.

Just as he was about to yell loudly, he was stopped by a disciple in the foundation building stage. He bowed his hands to a few people politely and said, "Fellow immortals, this secret realm has been evacuated. I'm afraid your trip has been in vain."

Many times, disciples with good cultivation are easier to talk to.

Fang Yuan was amused by his words: "Empty? Then why are you stopping here? Do you think we are fools?"

The demon sect disciples said no more. Take two steps back and make a please gesture.

This time, Fang Yuan couldn't be restrained.

He turned to look at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu's expression didn't change at all: "You're here, let's go in and have a look. If you have dates or don't have dates, it's a matter of two strokes."

He is a talented person and a bold person. There is no fear of being blocked.

It is better to improve your strength a little than to stand still.

Before entering the cave, Fang Yuan whispered in Jiang Yu's ear: "Brother, please explain to me. What level is your strength?"

Jiang Yu was slightly startled: "Didn't I say that?"

Several people shook their heads.

Jiang Yu made an estimate in his mind: "Before I left Gui Yulin, if I used all my methods, I would probably be equivalent to the level of the Demon King in the early stage. Now, I don't know. I guess I can compete with the Demon King in the later stage."

The Demon King corresponds to the god-transformation stage among immortal cultivators.

Even in the decisive battle between demons and witches during the Longhan Tribulation, only 360 demon kings were dispatched.

With such strength, he can walk sideways, stand on his head, and somersault on Bingzhou.

But when he thought about the enemies Jiang Yu had to face, he felt that it was not enough.

Behind the laughter of a few people, they were all under great pressure.

Fang Yuan pondered for a long time and suddenly said: "If I run away from the enemy one day, don't blame me."

Jiang Yu laughed loudly: "Didn't you come here to make a fortune? Who told you to fight against the enemy? Just know how to clean the battlefield."

"Na na na, you said this!" Fang Yuan's fingers touched Jiang Yu's chest. Then he turned to look at Han Xinshuang and Araguan Ruoxue: "You two bear witness for me."

Araguan Ruoxue spat on the ground: "Bah!"

Not to be outdone, Han Xinshuang spat several times: "Bah, bah, bah!"

While they were talking, several people filed into the entrance of the secret realm.

The secret realm and the outside environment are perfectly integrated, and it is still a dark cave.

There was a faint sound of water.

The air was damp and cold, and the wind was cold.

You can obviously hear the sound of water, but the smell of water vapor is not strong.

There is no smell of treasure and no sense of danger.

"call……"

Fang Yuan held up a fireball in his hand.

Like a little sun.

While illuminating the surrounding area, it also raised the temperature nearby a lot.

This secret place is a slippery underground cave.

As the demon sect disciple said, there is nothing valuable inside.

Jiang Yu sensed that there were thick stones under his feet. There is still stone under the stone.

"It's strange, there is nothing here. Why are the disciples of the Demon Cult guarding the entrance of the cave? Are they planning to grow mushrooms?"

Fang Yuan was a little unwilling to see that the big spirit and the little monsters had not gained anything either.

He believes in the principle that thieves never make mistakes.

If you don't get any benefits this time, your luck may get worse in the future.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the darkness: "Shh..."

Fang Yuan shined the light on the fire and was startled.

There was actually a row of people sitting quietly there.

It looks quite scary from a distance.

When I got closer, I realized that those people were holding fishing rods in their hands.

But their fishing target was not the cold pool below, but a piece of white mist in mid-air.

Fang Yuan boldly approached. But I saw that the fish baskets of these people were all empty.

So he asked a kind-looking middle-aged monk: "Brother, what are you fishing for?"

The middle-aged monk was unhappy at being disturbed.

Just as he was about to scold him, he realized that Fang Yuan and others had higher cultivation levels than him. I had no choice but to suppress my anger and explain patiently: "Wen Ray!"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed slightly: "Is it food? I think your harvest is not very good. Is the bait wrong?"

His voice caused dissatisfaction among many people.

But after comparing the cultivation levels of both parties, they both felt that they should be calm when fishing.

The middle-aged monk is not a member of the devil's sect.

He didn't want to offend Fang Yuan, but he also didn't want to cause public anger. He said vaguely: "I don't know either. I just came to join in the fun when I saw others fishing."

Jiang Yu took out a piece of thin hemp rope and tied it on the skull.

He licked his lips and said eagerly: "It is said that stingrays live in the clouds in the desert. They fly like birds. The meat is sweet and sour, and has a refreshing effect. It is a top-quality food."

This strange knowledge was told to him by his fourth uncle.

He hasn't eaten either.

As he spoke, he threw the skull out like a meteor hammer.

There is neither fishing rod nor bait.

After being thrown into the white mist, only two groups of ghostly lights in the eyes of the skeleton could be seen flickering on and off.

The middle-aged monk originally didn't want to pay attention to these people. Seeing this scene, I still couldn't help but say: "Are you fishing? Are you kidding? There are so many of us who don't..."

Just in the middle of speaking, his mouth opened in surprise.

Jiang Yu pulled the hemp rope. The skull flew back with a strange fish in its mouth.

The strange fish looks like a carp, but has a pair of bird wings. It has a white head, red mouth, and green markings on its body.

The chicken crows continuously.

It is the legendary Wen Ray...