Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

The corpse was lying straight on the official road, and three gray wolves were buried in the abdomen of the corpse, biting and pulling.

They didn't dodge when they saw a group of knights coming, and the three wolves were still gobbling food where they were, apparently eating too many people and no longer being afraid of people.

The dead body is not easy to rot in winter, and it doesn't have much smell, but watching the wolf swallow the thin intestines into the stomach, there is still filth flowing from the breach in the intestines.

Even though these people have experienced many battles and experienced a lot, they also feel a nausea in their hearts.

Immediately behind Du Kang, there was a swordsman with a bow trying to shoot an arrow, but Du Kang raised his hand to stop it.

These mountain wolves were average in size, but more than one meter long. Du Kang opened his spiritual eyes and saw that there was no evil spirit in the wolf's body. With a flick of his wrist, three steel nails came out from his sleeve and fell into the palm of his hand.

Since the well demon incident, Du Kang has never been on a mission except to help Lin Chun kill the wolf demon once.

During this period of time, I spent the whole time on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion, reading various spell materials, geography and biographies to broaden my horizons, and learned a claw technique and a hidden weapon.

In this world, there is no power system such as internal energy and true energy, and martial arts are just pure techniques, created for monks to better use weapons.

The claw method was learned by Du Kang in order to use his own claw blade, and now he can flexibly use the claw blade to fight against the enemy.

The hidden weapons are learned on purpose. Before becoming a monk, the strength is limited, and the hidden weapons fired with arm strength are not strong. Although they can hurt people, it is difficult to hurt monsters. And the huge power possessed after practicing the buried blade method makes the hidden weapon have practical value.

I saw that he clasped his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger on his thumb, and the three steel nails were already clasped on his fingertips, and he flicked his fingers.

Whoosh!

There was a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and three steel nails had been shot into the wolves like sharp arrows.

Sure enough, three hidden weapons popped out with just finger force.

The wolves noticed this side when Du Kang shook his hand, and grinned at the crowd in place, preparing to protect the food.

Unexpectedly, a few hidden weapons were fired, and before they had time to escape, two wolves were shot into the heads of the wolves by steel nails, and they fell to the ground immediately.

Because of the angle problem of the remaining wolf, the steel nail only drove into its lung. The severe pain made it escape a few steps, then fell to the ground, struggling to die.

The group of swordsmen behind them was taken aback by this scene. The three steel nails were ejected with the force of their fingers, not with the force of their arms. The force could actually penetrate the wolf's head.

You know, the wolf is known as the tofu waist with copper head and iron bone, and the bones on the head are the hardest.

These swordsmen also have experience in killing wolves. Naturally, they know that when wolves pounce, they should avoid slashing their heads. hurt.

This Instructor Du's hidden weapon kung fu is really handsome, I don't know which skin-changing method he is practicing, he has such strength and accuracy.

Du Kang noticed the expressions of the swordsmen, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, he had just learned this hidden weapon technique not long ago, the third wolf was not standing at a good angle, and the head he aimed at ended up hitting his lungs, but fortunately he still hit, and his ability to intimidate the swordsman was not defeated. .

"Go ahead." As soon as the mountain wolves were dead, Du Kang took the lead on horseback.

As for the surviving mountain wolf, they didn't make up the knife, and after the lung was punctured, it couldn't live long.

And no one mentioned to bury the corpse left there. During the short-term winter of food, even if he was buried deeply, he would be dug up by hungry beasts.

Along the way, everyone cherished the horsepower, stopped and walked, and finally saw a small abandoned temple on the side of the road when it was getting dark.

Winter nights always come earlier, it is a long way to Cangxiong Ridge, and today they have only walked more than half of the way, so they need to rest here for the night.

After killing wolves on the road, the swordsmen became more courteous and respectful. After entering the temple, he took the initiative to lead the horse to feed the horse and clean the small temple.

Du Kang took advantage of the setting sun to observe the surrounding terrain. The small temple was built beside a section of mountain road winding along the mountain, and was recessed into a mountain nest as a whole.

The trees around the small temple are sparse, so there is no need to worry about monsters hiding around and attacking.

The small temple is not big, so the horses can only be tied in the open space behind the small temple. Fortunately, there is a hole in the back wall of the small temple, through which the condition of the horses can be seen.

Just cut some dead grass for them to eat, and make a pile of fire to prevent wild animals.

Although eating horses in this way will definitely lose fat, but people outside the house can't eat well, so they can only be wronged.

When Du Kang walked into the temple again, a fire was lit in the temple, and the fire dispelled some of the winter cold.

A few cold steamed buns are inserted with wooden sticks in front of the fire. After the fire heats them up, the outer layer of the steamed buns will become crispy and fragrant, and the inner layer will become soft again.

One of the swordsmen yawned, but it was the exhaustion of the day's journey, and everyone felt sleepy.

Next, Fan Yang began to arrange a vigil. The six swordsmen were divided into three groups of two.

As for Du Kang, as a privileged class like a monk, he naturally does not need to keep watch.

"All shit and pee will be in the temple tonight. Unless there are monsters and beasts attacking the horses, you can't go out."

The swordsmen made promises one after another, and used the altar table in the temple to block the broken gate, so as not to lose the heat in the house.

After Du Kang drank a few sips of water from the water bag, he sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to use the demon seal and mirror to absorb spiritual energy, replacing sleep with cultivation.

As the night fell completely, the two night watchmen observed the horses from the hole in the back wall from time to time, and kept adding wood to the fire to keep it warm.

The moon was covered by clouds, and the flames of the fire were shrouded in darkness.

I do not know how long it has been.

Fan Yang jolted awake suddenly.

Seeing the fire in the temple, it suddenly occurred to him that he was on the way to Cangxiong Ridge, and he fell asleep standing up while on duty just now.

It was already late at night, and a layer of ashes had piled up under the fire.

Fan Yang looked around the temple, and there was no sound from Instructor Du and the rest of the swordsmen, and another swordsman on duty at the front gate was also dozing off.

Looking back through the hole, on this cold winter night, there was a strange thick fog in the mountains. Through the thin light of the fire, I could barely see the restless restlessness of a few horses.

There was silence in the dark dense fog, and the howling of wild beasts faintly coming from the forest in the first half of the night had stopped at some point. This uneasy silence made Fan Yang feel numb.

He wanted to express his uneasiness to Coach Du, but he didn't dare to go forward when he saw Du Kang sitting cross-legged.

It's just a little flustered, if nothing happens when you call Coach Du, it will only make your subordinates look down upon you, and it may even make Coach Du unhappy.

So he just held the long knife tightly and looked at the thick fog in the hole for warning.