In the early morning of the next day, the people of Yu'an Dao came out of the bear cave refreshed.

King Xiong is really interesting, not only served delicious food, but also specially invited several female goblins to serve him, so that Yu'an Daoren, who has been a monk for several years, is not too happy, if it weren't for the urgency of the ginseng fruit, he wouldn't want to get up.

There is fog in the forest in the morning, which is just right for the people of Yu'an Dao.

He hummed a song, cast a spell, and flew through the clouds and fog, like a happy bird, flying over the canopy of a large tree.

Suddenly, the package on his back moved, and a baby was about to fall down with half of its head exposed. Yu'an Dao was shocked, and hurriedly held it with his backhand and stuffed the baby back in.

The baby is not a real baby, but a ginseng fruit tree, but, not to mention ripe, because of the ghost crying, it is congenitally insufficient, and now it can't be transformed.

However, this does not prevent ginseng fruit from committing suicide.

Yu'an Daoren broke out in a cold sweat, and his originally relaxed mood suddenly tightened.

The ginseng fruit is a thing that falls when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, melts when it encounters water, burns when it encounters fire, and enters when it encounters soil, which can be said to be fragile and tight, a little careless, and it is not a joke.

Therefore, the Taoist in charge of the ginseng fruit must not relax for a moment, and for this reason, every time a ginseng fruit is ripened, the Taoist must rest for several years to stabilize his state of mind.

Yu'an Dao people didn't dare to be careless anymore, adjusted the package, and confirmed that they would not let the ginseng fruit run out again, so they cautiously returned to the road.

However, he focused most of his attention on the ginseng fruit, and he didn't notice that there was a man and a horse falling far behind him.

Yesterday, Ghost Cry touched the outside of the bear cave, and he did not rush in recklessly to kill the Quartet, but waited outside the cave very cautiously.

His current advantage is that the enemy is bright and the enemy is dark, so where will he easily give up this advantage.

There was a torrential rain last night, and the ground was muddy, and it was difficult to walk.

But even so, the big black horse did not use the Flying Swallow, but used the turtle breath technique, restrained his breath, cried with the ghost, and walked step by step in the mud.

Gradually, the fog lifted. The people of Yu'an Dao no longer use the technique of flying clouds and mist, but use the technique of resisting the wind, blowing the demon wind, and still flying in the sky, not too obvious.

In this way, he can't, it's too dangerous to walk through the forest, there are too many trees in the forest, if the ginseng fruit is accidentally touched, it will be over. Especially after it rained last night, and it was just over in the morning, and the leaves were wet and dripping with water. If a drop of water drops onto the ginseng fruit, it will be a big problem.

The art of resisting the wind is a very useful rush spell, and many youkai like to use it, especially those with a lot of demonic energy, and it is so, for no other reason, but because it is easy to learn and practical.

The demonic energy of Yu'an Dao people is not sufficient, he is a human demon, and he is still a cultivator into a demon, his body size is limited, after hundreds of years of polishing, the quality is enough, but the quantity is insufficient. This caused him to use the Wind Resisting Technique, not like those monsters dancing in the black wind, at a glance it was the birth of the devil, but silently, between the fluttering of clothes, it was already in the air, very flexible, can make various postures in the sky, but if you travel a long distance, it will be too tired, and the endurance is insufficient.

So, an hour later, he landed on a small dirt slope, took a few pills, closed his eyes and rested.

Ghost Cry also quietly came to the neighborhood, behind a big tree, looking at him with the corner of his eye, but he didn't rush up immediately.

Yu'an Daoren didn't guard against ghost crying, because he couldn't imagine that someone would actually plan to assassinate him.

However, because he has the heavy responsibility of protecting the ginseng fruit, he instinctively remains vigilant, and it is not a good time to rush forward at this time. So, Devil May Cry decides to wait.

After resting for two quarters of an hour, as if replenishing some demonic energy, the Yu'an Daoist once again rose into the air, using the Wind Resisting Technique, and flew into the distance like a big bird.

Devil Cry and the big black horse continued on the road, following not far behind, not far behind, very patient.

In this way, they walked one after the other, for a day. Because there are Yu'an Dao people as targets, it is very obvious to fly into the sky, and the first thing those monsters see is Yu'an Dao people. The familiar ones went up to say hello, and the unfamiliar quietly bypassed, so Devil May Cry and the big dark horse actually avoided those monsters that were searching everywhere and were not discovered by them.

Gradually, it was dusk. Yu'an Daoren's face was tired, and his vigilance decreased slightly, but Ghost Cry still didn't attack and endured it.

That night, the people of Yu'an Dao lived in the rabbit hole, and they were very happy under the warm hospitality of the sisters.

After another night, Ghost Cry still stood guard outside, and after the Yu'an Daoist came out, he continued to fall behind, like an idiot in the game.

At noon that day, the Yu'an Dao people finally walked out of the forest, and a smile appeared on their slightly tired faces.

He fell from the sky, stepped on solid ground, and breathed a sigh of relief. In the past two days, I have been floating in the sky all day long, and I am really tired. Well, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

For him, walking is still much easier than flying in the sky.

However, just as he was relieved, a horse rushed out of the forest as fast as lightning.

With a breath, Yu'an Dao's heart jumped, the alarm bell sounded, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw the ghost crying on horseback, and his eyes made him particularly impressed.

Not good!

Yu'an Dao people rose into the air.

In the second breath, the ghost on the horseback cried and threw out a flying knife, which made the Yu'an Dao people have to be stunned, and they were shocked into a cold sweat, and they could avoid the flying knife.

In the third breath, the Yu'an Dao people fell to the ground.

He didn't dare to fly in the sky, he was indeed very flexible in the sky, but he didn't fly high, and his speed was not too fast, because he used the Wind Resisting Technique, and he couldn't use other spells, so he was just a target. He can guarantee that he will be able to dodge one or two throwing knives, but he does not dare to guarantee that he will be able to dodge all of them, and once hit, he will be injured at least and killed at worst.

So, he only had to land. However, as soon as he landed, the ghost crying on the big black horse had already come closer.

Yu'an Daoren's feet were lightly clicked, and his body flashed to the left of Ghost Cry with a whoosh.

With the fourth breath, the big black horse continued to run forward without looking back, and Ghost Cry jumped directly from the horse's back and rushed straight to the Yu'an Daoren.

As soon as the Yu'an Dao people shook off the dust, ten thousand white threads bloomed, like a big net shrouded in ghost crying.

Up and down, front and back, left and right, all shrouded in white silk threads, the ghost crying who had not yet landed held his breath and condensed a knife in the air, just a knife, and the white silk in the sky was all broken and fluttering.

The corners of Yu'an Daoren's eyes jumped, threw away the broken dust, and quickly retreated.

With the fifth breath, the ghost cried and chased after him, and the body of Yu'an Dao shook and split into two, two into four, four into eight, and then, with dozens of incarnations, rushed in all directions.

The Yu'an Dao people hidden in a pile of doppelgangers did not look back, and their hearts were very calm. The appearance of Ghost Cry did startle him, but his hundreds of years of cultivation were not in vain, and all kinds of methods emerged one after another, as long as he distanced himself......

Bite!

The sixth breath, a bell whispered, but in the ears of Yu'an Dao people, it was like a flood bell Dalu.

Not good!