Chapter 99 The Death of Ding Ping
Black Tiger Mountain is not a short mountain, but one of the more than a hundred spiritual mountains with second-order spiritual veins at the edge of the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range.
Even from a distance of two to three hundred miles, Su Qing looked east and could still see the majestic mountains hidden in the clouds.
Look at the mountains and run away from the horse.
To reach Black Tiger Mountain, you need to pass through dozens of low mountains in the middle, the most dangerous of which is the area of the original short mountain defense line.
There are dozens of first-order extreme demon kings there, leading hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts to guard the place. If you are not careful, you will be submerged in the demonic beasts.
But Su Qing is not too worried.
Qinghe Ma Tuan and others went back and forth several times without incident, presumably there was a safe route through the low mountain defense line.
Astride a fire egg, his consciousness has always been linked to the Sky Peng ship.
Bee Scouts 1 to 360 all go out of the nest to investigate. Most of the movements within a radius of fifteen miles are under his control.
Only through some deep woods, the vision returned by the bee reconnaissance aircraft group was not very clear.
At this time, he will need Huodan to use his developed sense of smell and keen sensitivity.
"Aow! Aow!"
Having just climbed over a low mountain, the calmness made Su Qing mistakenly think that the monsters originally staying in these low mountains must know about them. Not easy to mess with, he took the initiative to retreat.
Now, Huodan suddenly became alert.
A wolf roar represents an approaching monster, and two wolf roars represent two monsters.
After these two wolf howls from dogs, Su Qing did not wait to remind everyone.
Liang Haishun activated the magic weapon, and the double-sword lizard and the lizard warrior were surrounding him.
Helianxian activated the magic weapon, and the lizard warriors and lizard warriors were surrounding him.
Guo Qiaolian activated the magic weapon, and the double-sword lizard and the double-sword lizard surrounded him.
Su Qing looked around and saw that all the professionals reacted faster than the war cultivators. There were magic weapons for activating magic weapons and puppets for summoning puppets.
Having no choice but to use a puppet, he took out his flute. It was the flute musician Ding Ping. Among all the professionals, he had the worst time in the frontier camp.
The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to dance with the sound of the flute.
A bush more than a hundred meters away from the team fell to both sides.
The two black and green python beasts lying inside seemed to have been stripped naked, trembling as they looked at the monks opposite who were staring at them.
As monsters that can suppress their own demonic aura, they are here with a trace of luck, hoping that this evil cultivator from the human race will not discover them.
Unfortunately, things went against expectations. The path of the monster beast was difficult and dangerous at every turn, and there was no chance of any luck.
The first thought of the two giant pythons was to flick their tails and run away.
Unexpectedly, before they could finish turning around, two daggers and lightning flashed, and they chopped off their snake heads.
Ma Tuan was still as lazy as before. Only when he drew the knife just now, his cloudy eyes flashed with light.
After neatly understanding the two low-level python couples.
Take the team and continue on the road.
The team encountered several giant python couples like this.
Most of them are first-order low-grade monsters. Not to mention their team, many casual cultivators in the front camp hunt them every day.
Because it is too easy for Ma Tuan and other war cultivators to deal with these monsters.
So much so that in the middle of the journey, after encountering monsters again, the professionals no longer felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy as before.
With such a smooth wind and water, we arrived at the junction of three mountains that looked like three fingers reaching to the sky.
The team just stopped. And here, dozens of miles further, is the low mountain defense line.
It is getting dark, and evil spirits are most likely to appear in this remote mountain forest.
Ma Tuan and Qing He didn't want to travel all night, so they asked the team to camp here and rest for the night.
At this point.
The importance of the spirit house is reflected.
As the most profitable small group among professionals.
Helianxian released his weapon refining room, which was square in shape and looked like a tin room made of dark iron. Looking at it, it seemed that he was using the spiritual room as a magical weapon for sacrifice.
Liang Haishun released his formation house, and there was nothing surprising about the house itself.
But around the house, red flags were waving, colorful flags were fluttering, and there were array devices inserted everywhere, so I finally understood the profession of array master.
Guo Qiaolian's Spiritual House Medical Center is protected by a formation outside and has a double-sword lizard acting as a door god inside. It doesn't look like it's easy to mess with.
Compared to these three people, Su Qing's first-order extreme spirit house seemed ordinary.
In addition to fighting the Bears and the Double-Knife Lizards to support some scenes, the thick earth formations and golden light formations in the front and back yards are somewhat interesting.
The four people in the spiritual chambers were placed in a row, which made the other professionals feel sour.
There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor among professionals.
The rich live in a spiritual house and raise lotus girls, eat animal meat and take spiritual elixirs.
The poor stay in the tent and rent puppets, eat the morning glow and drink the white dew.
For example, now, professionals such as Leng Fengxiang can only get into simple tents and endure the biting mountain wind outside. They cannot imagine how comfortable Su Qing and others would be in the spiritual house.
Only the flute player Ding Ping, sitting high and looking into the distance, never stopped playing his flute, thus dispelling the cool breeze in the mountains.
As a flute musician, he can do many things with the flute. With the flute around, the cold air from outside cannot enter his body.
But he glanced slightly at Yuan Hua, who was sitting opposite him, but only a few feet away, and found that he had not used any spiritual power, and he was able to stay in this place that was several times colder than the daytime. The mountains are calm and composed.
It was already late at night, and most of the casual cultivators, who were well aware of the terrifying evil spirits at night, were in the tents of the spiritual houses and did not want to show their heads to avoid encountering any dirty things.
Ding Ping, who had no one to accompany him during the long night, actually felt that Yuan Hua, whose face was covered with dark spots, was somewhat amiable.
But the origin of this person is unknown, and he is unable to communicate normally with others.
Ding Ping just bowed his hands and continued to play his flute.
"How come the night wind in the mountains is getting colder and colder!"
Ding Ping, whose mouth was sore from playing, secretly cursed in his heart, the name of the flute music he played was called Fire to the Dragon. , it is the spiritual music that can ward off the cold and warm up the body.
If it hadn’t been for the last time I picked up a bodybuilder’s order in the forward camp and helped him warm up from the cold, I was locked in the room by him, and I would have had some unpleasant experiences.
So much so that from then on, he did not dare to go out to take orders. Otherwise, just by relying on the fire to the dragon, he could also take orders in the forward camp to help the casual cultivators keep out the cold.
At least it will make their stay in the tent more comfortable.
But now, he has blown the fire several times, but his body is getting colder and colder.
Suddenly, he turned back suddenly.
Yuan Hua's dark-spotted face was only a foot away from him, and his dead fish-like eyes stared at him. Thinking of the unpleasant memories of the past, he backed away repeatedly.
However, his body seemed to be frozen. Every time he took a step back, a chill spread from the soles of his feet. Until his whole body was frozen, he did not cry out for help in his throat.
The flute sound is broken!
(End of this chapter)