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"Who?"

When we arrived at the mountain col where the demonic energy had just erupted, we saw sparse woods all the way there, with a bright red color that was particularly dazzling.

Not far away, there is a backpack woven with thin tree strips. The basket is also stained with blood, and several kinds of plants are scattered inside.

The blood-stained linen clothes were thrown away not far away, and it could be seen at a glance that they had been torn apart with brute force.

Tilapia picked up the plant in the basket and looked at it, holding its chin, the plot was already unfolding.

"Back basket, medicinal materials, scraps of clothes, human blood, demonic energy, a proper herb gatherer meets a demon and takes the initiative to feed it.

Dude, it seems you are not the protagonist.

Otherwise, the correct plot should be that when you encounter an injured banshee, you simply treat it with the herbs you carry with you, and then the monster repays the favor and pledges herself to you.

An upright person conquers demons in the human world, and in the end goes through hardships and ups and downs. Either his lover finally gets married, or his wife and children are separated.

You make people swallow you up, you are in the same profession but have different fates." He completed the drama in his mind, complained at the same time, and threw the herbs aside casually.

It is not considered a precious herbal medicine. It is of average vintage and not worth much money.

Following the evil spirit, we first passed through the sparse woods and soon came to a pool.

Looking at the pond, I felt thoughtful.

Then he took out the god-king-level weapon Fangtian Painting Halberd, and slowly floated it to the top of the pool.

Fang Tian's painted halberd grew longer and larger, like a stick stirring the puddle of water.

Although it is just a pool, someone with astonishing perception clearly knows that it is not the stagnant water as imagined, but the exposed part of the underground river.

Fang Tian's painted halberd stirred, and a huge vortex quickly formed on the surface of the pool.

At the bottom of the pool dozens of meters deep, a huge toad that was as big as a Wuling sacred car suddenly opened its eyes...

Looking at the whirlpool formed by the pool, feel towards the outside.

Noticing the behavior of the strong man above them, the two frogs' eyes couldn't help but shrink. While cursing "unlucky" in their hearts, they dived into the underground river without even thinking about it.

Sensing everything above the water pool, Tilapia couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "No, Sun Wukong stirs the Tongtian River, and I stir the water pool. The effect seems to be different."

The toad spirit's reaction really shocked Mr. Luo.

"No, what do you mean by just running away instead of coming out to fight me?"

There is no big difference between the reality and the expectation. They are completely opposite, and the person involved is very confused and angry.

He also planned to test the monster's strength to determine his own strength position. If the other party ran away, it would be very unfriendly.

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. Considering the world's suppression of strength, the enemy slipped into the underground river again, and Tilapia did not pursue it out of caution.

"Every monster that other people encounter is more brainless than the last, so the monsters that I meet are like grandsons." While someone was cursing, he completely forgot how much he had just stirred up the pool with Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Scary.

The toad spirit is a little demon, and it will only make trouble in a small area in the mountains until it dies.

It's also because Tilapia has seen relatively few monsters, otherwise he wouldn't have misjudged it based on the smell of blood in the opponent's monster aura.

Find a clean tree trunk next to the waterhole and sit down, keeping an eye on the toad spirit.

In the underground river, in just a moment, the toad spirit had swam dozens of miles away.

"Damn, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. Fortunately, that person didn't catch up with me." After swimming dozens of miles in one breath, the toad the size of a van transformed into a middle-aged man.

Middle-aged people are short in stature, with big bellies, fat heads and big ears, like water tanks filled with sperm.

"It was different from what I imagined. I thought it would be particularly ugly if it turned into a human form.

In addition to the fierce eyes, the demonic aura mixed with the faint smell of blood, this rich man's appearance is really inconsistent." Tilapia complained, leaning against the trunk of the big tree, closing his eyes to rest and not forgetting.

Block the breath.

Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was promoted to a god-king level weapon, was placed horizontally on his lap, and the tree trunk did not show any signs of being unable to bear it.

As time passed, the tilapia sensed the toad spirit, and the toad spirit also sensed his situation.

It's only a few dozen miles away, and both sides have enough mental strength to sense each other.

"Isn't it because I didn't pursue the pursuit that I didn't care, but because the opponent's underwater combat ability was very weak?" Compared to the tilapia, the toad spirit was obviously less patient.

After just one night, I was already feeling restless and my mental perception began to struggle.

Just like ordinary people who are highly concentrated, they will become very tired after a long time.

Similarly, if a practitioner's spiritual perception is turned on for a long time, he will also feel tired.

The sensing distance of tens of miles is just drizzle for tilapia.

For the toad spirit, it is his own limit.

In addition, one party is an orthodox practitioner with both life and death, and the other party is a wild monster. In terms of sexual cultivation, the tilapia will naturally crush the toad spirit.

Not to mention sitting for a night, even if you sit for a hundred years, you will not feel any psychological fluctuations.

Contrary to him, the toad spirit, whose mental energy was severely exhausted, was already upset and began to find excuses for himself to go back and check.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines into the mountain col, shines through the sparse leaves, and hits the tilapia’s face.

After closing its eyes for a night, the tilapia slowly opened its eyes and jumped down from the tree trunk.

This small move immediately shocked the toad spirit who was dozens of miles away and was planning to come back to try.

Just when he was planning to continue running, he drove away from other exits of the underground river and sensed the information transmitted back. He couldn't help but be stunned, and then yelled: "You bastard, do you have the consciousness to catch monsters?"

In my perception, yesterday was extremely frightening. The person who disturbed the pool with a Fang Tian Hua Ji was still there, and Fang Tian Hua Ji was also there.

It's just...the style of painting is a bit unorthodox.

He casually picked up some water and washed his face. Then he got a rope from nowhere and tied it to the crescent branch of the Fangtian Painted Halberd. He used a vertical fork the size of his finger as a fishhook. He didn't even hang any bait, so he just put the empty hook to fish.

"Damn it, there aren't many fish in the underground river to begin with. You don't even need bait. You won't be able to catch any fish today. You will starve to death, you bastard."

Being disturbed by the tilapia, the toad spirit issued a vicious curse.

I originally wanted to go back and bump into each other, but now that I saw someone fishing, I stopped thinking about it for the time being.

“We don’t even need any bait, and there are only a few fish in the pool, so we can still feed them a meal or two.

As long as you don't become an immortal, you're just a human being, and you can save a little effort by eating a few hungry meals.

If I retreat when faced with difficulties, I can save some energy." I thought happily, and with hope, even my anxious mood gradually began to calm down.

A large amount of mental energy is consumed, and the toad spirit no longer senses at full strength, but only senses once every once in a while.

From a cup of tea at the beginning, to a stick of incense, to evening, or even an hour.

The more harmless the tilapia appears, the more relaxed the toad spirit becomes over time.

Noticing everything, the tilapia didn't take it seriously and continued fishing leisurely.

Even if not a single fish bites the hook all day long, you still have fun.

As the sun sets in the west, the mountains cover up the last ray of light, and the mountain col is completely plunged into darkness.

Sensing it again and realizing the situation, the toad spirit cursed loudly.

"Damn human being, don't give me a chance, otherwise I will cut you into pieces and eat you."

Beside the pool, Fang Tian's painted halberd stood alone leaning on the ground, and his fishing line followed the breeze, showing an arc.

A few meters away from the water pool, a wooden house with a height of three meters and a small area rose from the ground.

The window of the wooden house is facing the direction of the pool, and the human being is leaning on the bedside, staring sideways at the calm pool.

The fat man who transformed into a toad spirit twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, and the look in his eyes became more and more fierce.

provocative.

He smelled provocation in every human move.

This is no longer a simple issue of humans catching monsters and cannibalizing themselves, but touches on the dignity of his uncle toad.

"Wait.

They are just human beings who need to fish to satisfy their hunger.

I will leave the pool to you for the time being. When I succeed in my cultivation, or when you are too old to walk in the future, I will definitely make you look good."
Chapter completed!