Chapter three hundred and sixty-two mountain small demon wind
The mist is lingering among the clouds, but the breeze transformed by Yi Chun is flying faster and faster.
Normally, he prefers to turn into a flying bird.
One is that it is quite hidden, and the other is that there are birds that are extremely tilted in the direction of flight.
Now, his understanding of all things has been improved to a new level.
By relying on the void and controlling the air, one can travel thousands of miles in a day, but nothing can be accomplished.
But after all, Yi Chun is not the type to show off.
It is also wonderful to transform into a breeze and occasionally take advantage of the huge and complex air currents in the sky to take a lazy breath.
The little fox said it was north, but did not specify the distance.
However, Yi Chun only flew for a moment before he smelled a surge of blood and filth from the distance.
This is frivolous...
Yi Chun secretly shook his head.
In his view, demons are actually quite weird beings.
The way of thinking of intelligent creatures is never single.
Just like humans and ants with the same intelligence of 10, there must be big differences in how they understand the world and view everything.
However, beings like monsters show a human-like thinking pattern from an alien perspective.
It is difficult not to wonder whether the emergence of this restricted extraordinary life is related to the relevant elements of this type of world.
In other words, it is the so-called "rules".
Yi Chun lowered his head from the clouds and flew straight to the place where the blood and filth were the strongest.
As soon as the clouds came out, the reddish-brown earth spread out.
There should be a mountain range below, with probably some trees.
But now they have been cut down and turned into many standard illegal buildings.
On the protruding tree stumps, pale bones and burned ashes are occasionally scattered.
Some of them still have some rotten filth that cannot be seen clearly.
A group of monsters with jackal heads and bodies were playing in a quite open place.
Looking closely, it seems that they are snatching the head of someone who is still waiting to die...
From a human perspective, this place is definitely a den of sin.
From Yi Chun's perspective, this is naturally the case...
He is a human first, then a holder of the power of the wild, and finally a druid...
In fact, balance has always been an extremely difficult thing.
Among druids, there is a corresponding profession named after this.
Juxtaposed with nature and wildness, he is a rare person with outstanding intelligence among druids.
As a wild druid, Yi Chun naturally wouldn't think too much about this.
He just doesn't like it, that's enough...
As for the complex relationship behind it, the coexistence of humans and monsters, he was not even able to think about it.
He will not be able to bear the earth turning into a desert and the world turning into wasteland.
But when it comes to races and the struggle for survival between living individuals, there are too many things in it.
It's better to have fun doing whatever you want.
In the thousands of years he had been transformed into a tree, Yi Chun had seen and heard too much.
Although they are not like ordinary wisdom, flashing in the sea of consciousness all the time.
But when the waves hit the silent coast, there is naturally a sound of turbulence and whirlwind.
In the vast multiverse, there is never absolute "correctness".
Even the holy light that shines on the highest mountain will inevitably be biased and inappropriate.
Yi Chun turned into a human body, looked at the mountains below and shook his head.
It seems that this road is out of the question...
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"Dance, keep dancing!"
In a chaotic building that looks like a cottage, a monster with the head of a tiger and the body of a human body is sitting on a stone seat in the center.
It is exactly this side, the terrifying devil.
In the disc in front of the table, there are large pieces of flesh and blood that have been prepared.
It watched the fox demons below doing some ridiculous little dances while tearing into the meat.
On both sides there are foxes, beasts, insects, and monsters, pretending to be ministers in weird ways, sitting on the couch or leaning against each other.
The entire building was filled with a fishy stench, which was too much for the fox demons who were resistant to it.
The flies were flying wildly, and if they were not careful, they would be stirred into their stomachs by the scarlet seeds that came from nowhere.
Or it might be stopped by a pair of big hands, gathered into a ball, buzzing, and then stuffed into the belly, as a side dish to go with wine.
As for the state of crawling on the ground, I won’t go into details...
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The leader of the fox demon looked at the sisters.
I felt that it was inappropriate to seek refuge with this great king.
I just heard about its reputation, but I didn't want to be a sloppy rough guy.
But now that the matter has come to this, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape.
So, they had no choice but to look at each other helplessly, endured the stench and started dancing.
As for the several changes in the movements during this period, it is even more appropriate.
However, the tiger demon doesn't seem to attach much importance to this.
It was a little crazy looking at the dancing postures of the fox demons.
"They say the world is wonderful, and I think it's wonderful too!"
The tiger demon patted his thigh and said with emotion.
This movement scared the nearest jackal to tremble.
It hurriedly pulled at the somewhat worn fur, revealing only skinny and skinny arms.
The tiger demon is so fat that it is difficult to swallow its flesh and blood without any grease.
And at this moment, a jackal ran over in a hurry:
"Your Majesty, there is a skinny old monk coming in outside!"
"General Yan who was guarding the gate was smashed to death by him with his Zen staff!"
The tiger demon was startled at first, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after hearing clearly.
"It doesn't just mean he has a rough face and a loud mouth."
It muttered something in a low voice, seeming to be worried.
"And he can only play with the Zen staff. I guess he is one of those ignorant fools in the world who want to 'eliminate demons and protect the way'."
"It's a pity that he's an old guy, he's probably both good at wood and dry."
"If you throw it into a pot, it won't shed even a little bit of oil."
The tiger monster did not get angry like ordinary monsters, but stood there thinking.
Although its skills are mediocre, it has a heel.
Those with great supernatural powers did not stumble upon it by chance, nor did they overturn its nest.
This world is so vast and vast, and the demon kingdom has slaughtered countless people, which is shocking.
How could a little monster like it cause so much trouble?
What's more, it has a mission.
Come to think of it, no plague god will come to your door...
After thinking about this, the tiger demon started to think twice.
"Bring me my weapons!"
The tiger demon shouted sharply.
Suddenly, a dozen strange-looking monsters from behind brought out a huge iron whip.
This iron whip is a hard whip, and there seems to be some words engraved on it.
But there were so many blood stains on it that it stained the whip body and made it impossible to see clearly.
The iron whip looks very heavy, and it would be difficult for more than a dozen monsters to carry it together.
"Let this old guy know how powerful my treasured whip is!"
The tiger demon took the iron whip and looked around at the many demons.
And at this moment, the huge wooden door like an archway outside the palace burst open!
Light shone into the hall from the outside, causing a swarm of flies to scatter in swarms.
A not tall figure stood in the light holding a Zen staff, blocking the monsters at the door...