It was getting dark and it was almost dusk.
It is extremely dangerous to walk in the Canglang Mountains at this time. Even Su Zimo cannot guarantee his own safety. Once he encounters a spirit demon, it will still be a disaster.
But Su Zimo still chose to go out to find the monkey.
Not only because the monkey once saved his life, but also because after six months of getting along, the relationship between one person and one monkey has gradually deepened, and it is more like a friendship.
Getting along with monkeys is much simpler than interacting with people.
Just treating each other with sincerity is enough.
Even though the monkey likes to fight and play tricks on Su Zimo, it will not deceive, take advantage, or engage in intrigues or intrigues.
The smell of the monkey was pungent and easy to identify. Su Zimo smelled it carefully outside the cave entrance before choosing a direction and galloping away.
Su Zimo later found out that the monkey had a special liking for his own feces, and if he was willing to smear it all over his body, he regarded him as one of his own.
Along the way, Su Zimo encountered many spiritual beasts.
But Su Zimo did not get entangled with them. He bypassed these spirit beasts and continued to search for them by following the scent of the spirit monkeys.
Most of these spirit beasts recognize Su Zimo and will not take the initiative to cause trouble for him.
Not long after, Su Zimo stopped, flapped his ears, and faintly caught the sound of fighting.
"Um?"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
How come there is the sound of weapons clashing in this Canglang Mountain Range
Even innate masters would not dare to go deep into the Canglang Mountains, let alone near night.
Cultivator!
These three words flashed through Su Zimo's mind, and his expression was uncertain.
If it was a year ago, Su Zimo would be eager to try, as excited as a newborn calf.
But now, after a year of hard work, Su Zimo has lost his youthfulness and impetuousness.
What's more important is that the cultivators who dare to stay in the Canglang Mountains in the evening will definitely not be low-level, and they cannot be first- or second-level qi practitioners!
Most of the spiritual beasts in the Canglang Mountains cannot threaten the spiritual monkeys, but if they encounter cultivators, the situation is different.
After thinking about this, Su Zimo crawled on the ground, using his hands and feet, twisting and bending his body, like a big python, shuttling through the jungle without making any movement.
The python pulls the grass!
One of the moves in the Yi Jin Chapter can quietly approach the opponent.
The sounds of fighting coming from the front became clearer and denser, mixed with the laughter and scoldings of some men and the coquettish sounds of women.
Then in the hazy night, Su Zimo crouched in the grass, watching the battle ten feet away.
The trees around the battlefield have been cut down by weapons, revealing a relatively spacious field where five men wearing broad robes are besieging a Huangshan woman.
The five men each controlled a flying sword from a distance, and their hands danced, as if there was an invisible force connected with the flying sword.
The Huangshan woman also controlled a flying sword. The sword was covered with a layer of frost and looked obviously much better than the flying swords of the five men.
The flying sword was controlled in the hands of the Huangshan woman, looking very elegant, agile and fast.
There seems to be some treasure on the body of the Huangshan woman. Occasionally, when she is stabbed by the opponent's flying sword, a light shield will light up on her body, but as time goes by, the light shield becomes lighter and fainter.
The Huangshan woman was one against five, her steps staggering, she seemed to be exhausted, and she was obviously at a disadvantage.
Seeing the fights between cultivators, Su Zimo had an eye-opening feeling.
Su Zimo withdrew his gaze and looked aside.
On the edge of the battlefield, there were two men watching the battle. The two men were dressed exactly the same as the five people on the battlefield, and they were obviously from the same group.
Between the two men stood a monkey, covered in bruises but with a wild expression and a fierce light in its eyes.
Su Zimo looked intently and saw that the monkey's arms and feet were tightly bound by two iron rings. There were barbs on the inner rings of the iron rings, which had pierced into the flesh and blood.
The monkey has completely lost its freedom and can hardly move at all!
Su Zimo had never fought with a cultivator before, and he didn't know what methods they had. He didn't even know what the realm of the cultivators in front of him was.
But seeing the monkey in trouble, Su Zimo felt murderous intent in his heart and his eyes were cold.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he lowered his body and hid deeper.
Because he knows that once he takes action, he must kill the enemy with one blow without giving his opponent any time to react!
This is not a solo effort.
There are seven cultivators on the opposite side!
A Qi Practitioner with thin cheeks said with a lewd smile: "Little girl, your Vajra Talisman won't last long. I advise you to just stay put to avoid suffering!"
"Yes, the sword has no eyes. It would be a pity if I accidentally scratched your little face."
"Haha, if you get hit by our Huanxi Sect's Hehuan Powder, even if you are a Foundation Establishment monk, you won't be able to last long!"
The woman in the yellow shirt raised her eyebrows, her expression was cold, and she said in a cold voice: "You Qi Practitioners are really looking for death. I am a Qingshuang Sect monk. Don't open your eyes and retreat quickly!"
Su Zimo's heart trembled.
Unexpectedly, this woman in yellow shirt turned out to be a foundation-building monk.
The scary thing is that even the foundation-building monks who were hit by Hehuan Powder were no match for these five Qi Practitioners!
As for the diamond talisman mentioned by the Qi practitioner, Su Zimo even heard about it and asked about it.
One of the fat-headed Qi practitioners sneered: "Hey, now that I know you are a monk from Qingshuang Sect, I can't let you go. If you fall into the hands of our Huanxi Seventh Son, you will definitely be in a state of ecstasy." .Die, be obedient!”
As if disturbed by these words, the flying sword controlled by the woman in yellow paused for a moment, and she was stabbed by two flying swords again.
when! when!
A golden light shield appeared around the Huangshan woman's body, blocking the two flying swords. However, the golden light shield was affected by this impact, and it was full of cracks and could break at any time!
The Huangshan woman pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing, resisting with all her might and refusing to give in.
On the other side, the bald Qi practitioner who was guarding the monkey looked relaxed and said with a smile: "This trip to the Canglang Mountains has been quite rewarding. This woman must have many treasures. The most important thing is that regardless of whether this woman Both her face and body are top-notch, and she can also make us seven brothers happy, haha."
"But having said that, if it weren't for the animal trap handed down by the master, we really wouldn't be able to catch this monkey." Another Qi practitioner holding a long stick in his hand smacked his lips with lingering fear.
The bald Qi practitioner snorted softly: "When I go back and torture this monkey, and then force it to make a blood oath, I don't believe that I can't control a beast!"
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, the two people inevitably relaxed a little and started talking casually.
At this moment, blood flashed in the eyes of the monkey who was standing motionless. He suddenly turned sideways, opened his big mouth, exposed his sharp teeth, and bit the Qi practitioner's neck next to him!
The spirit monkey's hands and feet are bound and unable to move, but for spirit beasts, biting is a skill they are born with.
If this bite hits, the Qi practitioner will have no chance of survival!
The spirit monkey is tall, and if it wants to bite a relatively short Qigong practitioner, it must lower its head. In addition, its body is restrained, so its movements are slightly slower, and the person can react.
The stick-wielding qi practitioner changed his color in shock and quickly dodged to avoid it.
Stab!
Although the stick-wielding qigong practitioner avoided the vital points of his neck, a large piece of flesh was ripped off from his shoulder by the monkey, and blood surged wildly!
"ah!"
The stick-holding qi practitioner screamed in pain, his face turned pale, and he touched the small cloth bag on his waist with his palm, and there was a porcelain bottle in his palm.
The man opened the bottle, poured out a handful of powdery substance, and sprinkled it on the wound. The blood stopped temporarily, which was very miraculous.
After the stick-wielding Qigong practitioner treated the wound, he became furious and swung the iron stick. Suddenly a spiritual light flashed from it and hit the monkey's knee hard. He cursed: "Beast, kneel down!"
Bang.
The monkey's figure trembled, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.
But this stick failed to make the monkey kneel down, but instead aroused its ferocity!
The monkey chewed the torn flesh crazily, with a ferocious expression on its face, swallowed it in one gulp, and then laughed loudly at the stick-wielding qigong practitioner. Its eyes were full of contempt, and it looked wild and unruly.
"Beast, you are looking for death!"
Seeing the monkey like this, the stick-wielding monk became even more angry. He didn't care about the wound's collapse, picked up the iron stick again, and hit the monkey's heavenly cap!
At this moment, a cold voice sounded in this person's ears.
"You are the one seeking death!"