Naturally, the third-level demon bird would not let Wang Changhao go. It flapped its wings lightly and turned into a white light and rushed straight towards Wang Changhao. With its escape speed, it would not take long to catch up with Wang Changhao.
At this moment, a large piece of golden glow flew over, accurately covering the third-order demon bird.
The third-level demon bird felt its whole body tighten and was immediately unable to move.
The next moment, a look of disdain flashed across its eyes, and it let out an angry roar. The white light on its surface flowed erratically, and the golden glow shattered.
At this time, Wang Changhao had disappeared into the sky.
The golden lotus mirror in Wang Qingshan's hand shattered, and he screamed in his heart that the third-order demon bird had already rushed towards him.
"One hundred swords return to one."
As Wang Qingshan shouted, countless green lights appeared in front of him, turning into hundreds of green flying swords. The green light flowed erratically throughout his body, exuding an astonishing sword intent.
There was a loud "chichi" sound, and hundreds of green flying swords rushed towards the third-order demon bird.
Wang Qingshan took a blue pill, and his pale face quickly returned to rosy. He flicked his sleeves, and a large piece of green sword energy swept out, turning into a green sword light, carrying him flying at an extremely fast speed.
The third-level demon bird felt the astonishing sword intent emanating from the blue flying sword. It did not dare to take a direct hit. It flapped its four wings fiercely, and a large white hurricane swept out and swept towards the opposite side.
Hundreds of cyan flying swords collided with the white hurricane, causing a huge roar and billowing air waves.
"Roar!"
The third-level demon bird let out an angry roar, spread its wings, and turned into a white light and chased Wang Qingshan.
Wang Qingshan looked back at the third-order demon bird behind him, looking flustered.
He sealed the secret again, and countless green lights emerged out of thin air, turning into hundreds of green flying swords, overwhelmingly attacking the third-order demonic birds.
The third-level demon bird once again released a white hurricane, smashing the cyan flying sword into pieces.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Qingshan pinched his sword skills, and the sword light under his feet accelerated and flew towards the dense forest below, with the white demon bird chasing after him.
On the other side, a silver light suddenly lit up in a certain open space, and Wang Ruyan's figure appeared.
While Wang Qingshan lured away the third-level demon bird, Wang Ruyan quickly rushed towards the cave in the distance.
She still has two fire escape talismans in her hand. Even if the third-level demon bird comes back, she can crush the fire escape talismans and escape.
The cave was damp and dark, and she took more than ten steps when a biting chill hit her face.
Wang Ruyan blessed herself with a protective shield, which made her feel better.
The cave is winding and the stone walls on both sides are uneven.
Less than half an hour later, a grotto several hundred feet in size appeared in front of Wang Ruyan.
In the lower left corner of the grotto, there is a pool of tens of feet in size. The edges of the pool are frozen. There are some stone tables and chairs scattered on the ground. It is obvious that someone has lived here.
The stone walls near the pool were frozen, and it was freezing cold.
There is a large white stalactite above the pool, and occasionally a drop of blue water drops into the pool.
The pool was empty, not a single elixir was found.
Wang Ruyan frowned slightly, she glanced at the water in the pool, and without saying a word, she held out a blue gourd, which instantly grew dozens of times and flew over the pool.
"receive."
Her spell changed, and a spell hit the blue gourd. Countless spiritual patterns lit up on the surface of the blue gourd, and a large blue glow erupted, covering the pond water. A large blue pond water was covered by blue water. The rays of light roll into the blue gourd.
The cold air emanating from the grotto is caused by the water in the pool. Ordinary water is not so cold. It is either the spiritual water of heaven and earth, or there are treasures or ice-attribute spiritual veins under the pool.
There wasn't much water in the pool, and it didn't take long for the pool to be emptied. All the water in the pool was taken away by the blue gourd, and the surface of the blue gourd was frozen.
Wang Ruyan pinched the magic weapon, and the blue gourd returned to its original size, flew back to her sleeve and disappeared.
She followed the way she came and left quickly.
…
Countless blue lights suddenly lit up on the bank of a rushing stream, and Wang Qingshan's figure appeared.
Wang Qingshan's clothes were in tatters, with some leaves on them. His face was pale and he looked a little embarrassed.
"I finally got rid of that beast. I wonder what happened to Aunt Ninth and Uncle Eighteen."
Wang Qingshan murmured to himself. He took a blue pill and released three cunning figures to protect him.
He sat down cross-legged and meditated.
After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan stood up, his pale face turning rosy.
"Woo!"
Sanshou Jiao was lying on the ground, looking like he was trying to please Wang Qingshan.
"You are so courageous. You actually dare to take us to the lair of the third-order demon bird. I don't know if Uncle Eighteen is okay."
Wang Qingshan said in a reproachful tone.
Sanshouji lowered his head and let out a "wuwu" sound, seeming to express his grievances.
"Forget it, I can't blame you. You can't speak. There are third-order monsters in the ruins. It seems that they can't run around anymore. If they encounter third-order monsters again, they may not be able to escape again."
Wang Qingshan muttered to himself and put the three cunning spirits back into the spirit beast bag.
At this moment, a huge roar sounded.
Wang Qingshan's expression changed slightly, he rolled his eyes and walked towards the source of the sound.
After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan appeared in a dense forest. A few dozen feet away, there was a black hole several feet wide, and the roar came from inside.
Suddenly, Wang Qingshan frowned and turned to look at the top of his head, only to see Wang Ruyan descending from high altitude.
"Aunt Ninth, why are you here?"
Wang Qingshan looked happy and asked via voice transmission.
"I was searching along the escape route of the Eighteenth Brother, and suddenly I heard a huge roar. I guessed that it might be the Eighteenth Brother, so I came over to take a look, Qingshan, are you okay?"
Wang Ruyan said via voice transmission, put away the flying magic weapon, and restrained the fluctuation of his own magic power.
Wang Qingshan shook his head and said through a message: "It shouldn't be Uncle Eighteen. There is no trace of blood on the ground. I just used my spiritual consciousness to scan it. There are several breaths of immortal cultivators in the cave. Now there are only two left. It should be Disciples from other sects.”
The ruins are not small, and there are no special secret talismans. They searched everywhere, but they might not be able to find Wang Changhao. Wang Changhao had broken a hand, and he should have found a secret place to hide and heal.
"Qingshan, what do you mean?"
"Let's take a look at the situation first. If it's a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect, we'll kill him without mercy. If it's a disciple of another sect, forget it."
Seven years ago, many members of the Wang family died at the hands of disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect. Wang Qingshan hated the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect. During this trip to the ruins, disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect also entered the ruins.
Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never met a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect.
Wang Ruyan suddenly understood, nodded, and restrained his breath.
After a while, the roar disappeared and everything returned to silence.
Wang Qingshan and Wang Ruyan each took a silver seal on their bodies, and their figures blurred and disappeared.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a young man in a silver shirt walked out of the cave. It was Su Yihang.
Su Yihang's face was slightly pale, and the silver shirt on his body was stained with a lot of blood.
Su Yihang didn't seem to notice Wang Qingshan and Wang Ruyan, and walked slowly towards their hiding place.
With a flash of silver light, Wang Qingshan appeared, his eyes fixed on Su Yihang, his eyes full of murderous intent. Enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other. Su Yihang was now alone, and Wang Qingshan would not let this good person go. Chance.
He wanted to kill Su Yihang to avenge the dead tribesmen.