"Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think the strength of the two Yaksha Kings is?" The woman surnamed Xiao's eyes kept flashing, with deep worry in her eyes, a trace of hesitation on her face, and she asked cautiously with a slightly trembling voice.
"How is it? At least it is comparable to our human race's integration stage monks. Although I cannot explore their specific strength, I have also seen the silver-level wood spirits of the Wood Clan. The silver-level wood spirits are already extraordinary in strength and can give me I feel that it is far less than the two Ye in front of me. The auras exuded by these two Yaksha are extremely terrifying, and they are probably not ordinary among the Yaksha kings." Yang Gan frowned, gently rubbing his chin with his fingers, his eyes deep and focused, as if he was thinking carefully. He replied slowly.
"What do you mean, fellow Taoist, they might be the Great Yaksha King?" The woman surnamed Xiao was frightened, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but cry out. Her voice was full of fear, and her face was full of panic. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Even if it's not, I'm afraid it's the closest thing." Yang Qian had a serious expression and a heavy tone, and he didn't answer very definitely.
But even such an uncertain answer made the face of the woman surnamed Xiao instantly become extremely ugly. She was instantly shrouded in a thick layer of haze, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips even trembled slightly.
After several breaths, the expression of the woman surnamed Xiao gradually relaxed.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, do you know what kind of existence the Rampant slave is in the other party's mouth? The other party seems to be full of confidence." Yang Qian suddenly asked. In fact, he knew the situation of Rampant slave very well in his heart, but in order to cooperate with the plot line below, he could only Pretending not to know anything, he asked with a look of confusion and confusion.
"This. My little sister has actually heard something about it from the elders of the sect. I heard that it is a half-ghost and half-demon thing that is raised by the king-level beings in the Yaksha tribe. It is usually fed with the essence and blood of the Yaksha king himself, so It will increase as the strength of the Yasha King increases, and depending on the species, , they have about one-tenth to one-third of the magical powers of the Yaksha King himself, which are extremely powerful. Therefore, if these two Yakshas are really the great Yaksha kings, even if they are the most inferior slaves, we will not be able to do it. You can't beat him at all." The woman surnamed Xiao clenched her teeth, her face full of worry.
After hearing this, Yang Qian hummed and secretly controlled his muscles to make his face look slightly uncertain, but he was thinking to himself: This plot is almost the same as what I know, so let's continue acting accordingly.
"Now that things have come to a close, it would be best for the two of us to explain our approximate magical powers and strength to each other. This will also make it easier for us to join forces to deal with the enemy." The woman surnamed Xiao said in a low voice, with a bit of eagerness in her eyes.
"Why, Fairy Xiao really intends to fight these rampant slaves?" Yang Qian frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked.
"If we don't repel them, how can we escape with our lives??" The woman surnamed Xiao was startled when she heard this, with a look of disbelief on her face, and said with a little excitement: "Is it possible that Fellow Daoist Yang is willing to sit here and wait for death, and does not want to fight?"
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't worry! You won't treat those two Yaksha kings as decorations! It's okay if those rampant slaves kill us, but if they are defeated by us, do you think they will really take action personally? They seem to have no right from the beginning to the end. We promised to spare our lives as long as we defeat Ram Nu." After taking a deep breath, Yang Gan said with an unusually indifferent expression.
When the woman surnamed Xiao heard this, her expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that it was not that she had not thought about it, but that she just subconsciously did not want to think too much about it.
"Then what good advice does Fellow Daoist Yang have?" The woman surnamed Xiao stared at Yang Qian with bright eyes and asked solemnly.
"No, now we can only take it one step at a time and act according to the situation. But if Rampant Slave is as scary as you said, we can't even handle this level. Even if we don't fight and just run away, But how can we escape the lock of those two Yaksha kings unless we suddenly. It is possible to increase your cultivation by countless times and advance to the integration stage. Or you can find a teleportation array nearby and escape tens of thousands of miles away." Yang Qian pursed his lips and looked solemn. , frowned tightly, and replied in a low and powerful voice.
When he spoke, his eyes seemed to be casually but somewhat deliberately staring at the woman named Xiao. His gaze seemed plain, but in fact he was hiding a secret, trying to lead the topic to the teleportation circle without leaving any trace.
Sure enough.
Hearing Yang Gan's words, the woman surnamed Xiao was slightly startled at first, and then a strange look flashed across her face like lightning. Her eyes fluctuated rapidly, but she didn't say anything, just the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. , seems to be trying hard to hide something.
However, Yang Qian kept staring at the female cultivator surnamed Xiao, and even the slightest change in her expression did not escape his eyes. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and thought to himself: It is really the same as the original work, this female surnamed Xiao definitely has something. A secret technique that can be teleported across long distances.
It's just that the two of them have just cooperated now, and their relationship is still shallow. The other party will definitely not tell the truth easily.
"However, Fellow Daoist Xiao's suggestion of sharing magical powers so that we can join forces to fight the enemy is not a solution. At least we can save our lives for a while." Yang Gan pretended to sigh helplessly, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and then He murmured in a tone that seemed casual. He kept thinking about countermeasures in his mind, thinking about how to guide the other party into the game step by step, and not be too eager to avoid arousing the other party's vigilance and defense.
Hearing this, a trace of hesitation flashed across the face of the woman surnamed Xiao. She could only helplessly squeeze out a wry smile. She was silent for a while, as if she was considering her words, and then she began to introduce her skills and magical treasures. .
Yang Gan listened carefully while secretly observing her expression, trying to capture more useful information and judge whether she had any reservations. While the woman surnamed Xiao was telling the story, she also observed Yang Gan's reaction from time to time, trying to see how sincere and how fake he was.
After a cup of tea, Yang and Qian, although they deliberately lowered their escape speed, still escaped thousands of miles away like two streams of light. At this time, the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down, with strong winds howling and flying sand and rocks all around.
At this moment, two shrill screams like howling wolves suddenly came from far away. The sounds were extremely sharp, like sharp blades, soaring straight into the sky, shaking the surrounding clouds. Roll over.
In the five-colored glow, the woman surnamed Xiao was discussing countermeasures with Yang Qian solemnly. When she heard the strange howling, her face immediately tightened, and a flash of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"It's Ramnu!" Yang Gan's eyes flashed and he analyzed calmly, "Speed up!"
The woman surnamed Xiao was startled when she heard this, and then she nodded her head heavily. She suddenly made a quick gesture with her hands, her fingers flying like butterflies, and the five-color rays of light that enveloped them suddenly shone brightly, taking her with her at once. He and Yang Qian disappeared on the spot in a flash.
The escape speed instantly increased by two or three times.
After Yang Qian finished speaking, he turned around and looked back, and then stood quietly, his eyes slightly narrowed, his brows furrowed, concentrating on sensing something, and allowed the woman to fly forward with him. escape. His body was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.
Although the female cultivator surnamed Xiao's escape speed increased so much, after only escaping for a few hundred miles, the howling behind her became much clearer. The sound was like a life-threatening spell, making people tremble with fear. Obviously, Rampan's speed is much faster than that of the female cultivator surnamed Xiao!
At the same time, Yang Gan's face was solemn, his lips parted slightly, and faint words came out from his mouth again:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao! The two rampant slaves are less than three hundred miles away from us. Their escape speed is much faster than it is now. At the current speed, they can't delay it for long. The place of confrontation is as far away from the two Yaksha kings as possible, Yang Let me help you.”
As Yang Qian spoke, his shoulders shook slightly. One of the two wings behind his back suddenly flashed with light, and suddenly a blue roc shadow flew out from above. The shadow was lifelike, with a fierce momentum, and suddenly disappeared. All around are five colors in the glow.
The entire group of escaping light suddenly shook violently, and then its escaping speed suddenly increased twice, completely turning into a faint shadow, galloping forward like lightning.
"Thank you, Brother Yang, for your help!" When the woman named Xiao saw this, her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She quickly clasped her hands into fists, bowed slightly, and thanked him happily. A relieved smile broke out on her pretty face, her red lips opened slightly, and her white teeth were looming.
"This kind of casting consumes mana. I can't sustain it for too long, and I can't really escape too far, otherwise the two Yaksha kings may intervene." Yang Qian frowned and shook his head gently. He said, his forehead already covered with fine beads of sweat.
"Of course! Brother Yang, it's better to save more mana to deal with the enemy." The woman surnamed Xiao nodded solemnly, her eyes full of gratitude and determination. Her willow eyebrows slightly raised, her posture straightened, her hands tightly holding the magic formula, and she concentrated on controlling the escape light and continued to move forward.
"Yang thought the same way." Yang Qian nodded when he heard the words, his eyes flashed, and he was thinking secretly: To be honest, no matter how powerful the rampant slave was, he could use his spiritual power to cause serious damage and release hundreds of shots in one breath. It shouldn't be a problem to drive back or destroy one of the gold-eating insects, or use the full strength of the Brahma Saint's True Demonic Art.
But the key is that there are two rampant slaves, and there are two Yaksha kings who are watching here eagerly from a distance. How can he dare to act so recklessly.
The most important thing is that Yang Gan needs these two rampant slaves to force the woman named Xiao into a desperate situation, otherwise the other party will never use the secret teleportation technique at the bottom of the box.
All of this is in Yang Qian's plan, and he must be careful in his layout without making any mistakes.
After Yang Gan came to help, the two slaves behind them couldn't get any closer even though they escaped extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, they chased each other thousands of miles away.
When Yang Qian realized that the time was almost up, he moved his mind and put away the shadow of the blue roc. He turned to look at the woman named Xiao with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, stop." After saying that, he straightened his body, clasped his hands on his chest, and stood firmly in the air with his feet.
After a moment, the two of them were suspended in the air quietly. Yang Qian's eyes were solemn and his brows were furrowed. He stared at the sky in the distance without blinking. His deep eyes were shining with thought, and he was silently calculating the distance between the two sides in his heart.
The woman surnamed Xiao looked nervous, clenched her hands unconsciously, and her body was trembling slightly.
Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky in the distance. Amidst the roars, two balls of blood several feet in size appeared in a flash, rushing towards the two of them like lightning.
Yang Gan's body tensed, his feet were slightly apart, and he took a defensive posture. His eyes were fixed on the rapidly approaching bloody light, ready to deal with the coming crisis at any time.
The next moment, two balls of blood several feet in size were seen, like two burning meteors. With a fierce momentum, they locked the target and rushed straight towards Yang Qian and the female cultivator surnamed Xiao without slowing down at all.
Wherever the bloody light passed, the void seemed to be burned and distorted slightly.
When Yang Gan saw this scene, his expression instantly became extremely solemn. Without saying a word, he quickly rubbed his hands together, and the lightning flashed for an instant. Then he raised it fiercely, and two deafening thunderbolts exploded, and two golden golden beams were as thick as the mouth of a bowl. The electric bullet roared out like a dragon out of the sea, with crackling arcs of electricity, and went straight towards the two blood clouds to strike menacingly.
However, the two blood clouds seemed to be invisible bodies with spirituality. When they were lifted slightly, they were extremely flexible, fluttering as lightly as catkins in the wind. They easily dodged the menacing arc and still rushed straight towards Yang Gan. , without any pause.
Yang Gan's face darkened, his hands and fingers moved quickly like phantoms, and he muttered words.
The two golden arcs suddenly swayed and turned sharply like a spiritual snake. They bounced back at an incredible angle and hit the blood cloud unexpectedly.
After two muffled sounds of "Puff", an incredible scene appeared.
Such a thick golden arc hit the blood cloud and sank into it like a mud cow entering the sea without making any waves. It was as if it was swallowed up instantly by the blood cloud without any reaction at all.
Although Yang Qian had known this would happen for a long time, he still pretended to narrow his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face, and thought to himself: "This rampant slave in the blood cloud is really evil. The magical power used at the combined level seems to be really important." ”
And after the two blood clouds moved slightly, they flashed more than ten feet in front of the two of them like ghosts, and their speed was staggering. Even the thick fishy smell emanating from the blood clouds hit your nose, making you almost nauseous.
The strange thing is that Yang Qian stood motionless like a wooden sculpture, his expression as calm as water, but the woman named Xiao beside her suddenly had a cold light in her eyes, and the spell in her heart was activated rapidly.
The glow in front of the woman and Yang Qian suddenly surged, and two dragon heads about ten feet in size suddenly flashed out from them. The dragon heads had long necks, and they quickly explored them, like lightning, biting two blood clouds one by one. Went halfway. (End of chapter)