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Chapter 280 "The murderer is Yang Zhen"

Just when Yang Zhen was driving the hang glider and disappeared into the mountains in the distance, there was a huge beast standing on the hillside where the battle was fought just now.

This gigantic beast was more than two feet tall, covered in golden-yellow hair, the roots of which were like straight thorns; its face was dark purple, with a sinister expression, just like the legendary Yaksha.

The corpse of the monkey king, which was about ten feet long, was being held in its hands, as if it was holding a rag doll.

Looking back and forth at the corpse, anger gathered in its eyes like black clouds.

"Aww——" the purple-faced monster monkey of the third rank suddenly let out a mournful and indignant cry, and immediately ran towards a cliff like an arrow flying from the string.

In an instant, it was already on the top of the cliff, and when it looked around, it saw the group of running monks falling down like dumplings.

These monks, with mutual reminders and help, used the feather fall technique to drift their bodies above a dense forest as much as possible.At this time, the Feather Falling Technique had completely failed, and they were falling faster and faster, falling into the depths of the forest in an instant.

The monster monkey narrowed its eyes slightly, and saw several mushroom-like "flying artifacts" floating among the distant mountains, gradually fading away.

A beast's face was full of doubt and resentment.

"Aw—" it raised its head to the sky and yelled, picked up a stone the size of a millstone beside it and threw it viciously.

The stone flew out for several miles, halfway to the nearest parachute, and then it was completely castrated and fell obliquely.

The monster monkey howled several times unwillingly, jumped down from the hundreds of feet high cliff, and rushed towards the dense forest where dozens of people fell.

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On the hillside of Xiaolang Mountain, somewhere in the dense forest
Here, at a height of about one thousand one or two hundred feet on Xiaolang Mountain, there grows a tree called Alder alder.This kind of tree is gray all over, up to ten feet high, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Under the tree, there is often a weed that does not like sunlight and is several feet long.

The alder tree and the weeds growing on the ground saved the lives of more than 20 qi practitioners at this moment.

Except for two people who fell into the valley without knowing whether they were dead or alive, and one person who fell on a boulder ten feet away from the dense forest and was immediately smashed into meat paste, the rest of them all fell into the dense forest.

They were intact, or there were only a few scratches, less than one palm, and the rest were either broken legs or wounded viscera.

Moans and shouts, one after another.

Yin Nanxing's face was gloomy, and he took out the Muyi Dharma beads that he carried with him to treat the severe pain in his chest.

This serious injury came from Yang Zhen's iron ball.After that, he was wrapped in that red halo, and he was hardly hurt anymore.

It's just that the pearl-luan-phoenix bracelet on the wrist has an obvious crack, and it's obvious that it can only be used once at most.

This is the hole card that the ancestor gave him to save his life at a critical moment!He was wasted once by that little bastard. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling great hatred in his heart.

"Senior Brother Yin!" Just as his chest injury was almost healed, a voice asking for help came from next to his ear: "Can you lend me the dharma beads?"

He turned his head and saw that it was his fellow apprentice, surnamed Feng and surnamed Changqing.

This person is a member of ancestor Feng's family in the Law Enforcement Court.In fact, apart from a very small number of sect disciples participating in the Langshan Secret Realm this time, such as Yan Hongzhu who came from a humble background, the rest of them all came from the cultivating families above the Purple Mansion.

Especially that Mu Tianlu, who can almost give orders on his behalf, is precisely because he is a direct descendant of Mu Patriarch of Fuzhen Academy.

It's just that these people's qualifications are not as good as his.

Thinking of this, he threw the dharma beads to Fang Changqing.He has always paid attention to making friends with these famous disciples.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yin!" The man quickly thanked him, and immediately activated the magic beads, pouring green spiritual energy into his broken leg.

After a while, Fang Changqing's injury improved, and another disciple of the sect asked Yin Nanxing for help and got the magic bead.

"Who can save him, save my brother!" Suddenly a mournful cry sounded.

Everyone looked around after hearing the prestige, and saw a young man in brown clothes with broken legs in a corner of the dense forest, kneeling beside another young man in the same attire, looking around anxiously.

The lying young man in brown clothes had a lot of blood at the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth and was desperately inhaling. It was obvious that his lungs had been severely injured.

The young man with a broken leg is trying his best to cast [healing technique] on him, but how useful is the spell during the Qi training period?
Someone recognized that these two were children of the Mo family.The Mo family participated in the trip to Xiaolang Mountain this time, and they were the only ones.

The disciple of the sect was doing his best to heal his wounds. Hearing this, he glanced at Yin Nanxing and saw that his face was calm, so he immediately relaxed and continued to pour mana.

"Senior Brother Yin! Senior Brother Yin, I beg you, please save my brother!" The young man with the broken leg had obviously discovered the magical effect of the dharma beads, and kowtowed to Yin Nanxing again and again.

Yin Nanxing closed his eyes and meditated, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Among the three purple houses around Langshan, the Mo family is the weakest, with only one master from the purple house, and they don't have much influence in the sect.

Such a family, usually too late to curry favor with him, how could it be taken seriously by him?
Seeing that his brother's situation was getting more and more critical, the young man with a broken leg became more and more earnest, finally gritted his teeth, dragged his broken leg, and moved towards Yin Nanxing step by step.

"Senior Brother Yin," he hugged Yin Nanxing's thigh, "I beg you—"

"Go away!" Yin Nanxing thought he was noisy, and when he saw him bothering him again and again, he became angry and kicked him away.

"If you dare to talk too much, I will kick you to death!" He cursed viciously.

The young man with a broken leg showed despair, and he went all out:
"Yin Nanxing, you bastard—"

He was about to curse, when suddenly a strong coercion enveloped the entire forest, and his face suddenly showed a look of horror.

"Monkey, monkey..." He opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

A golden figure two feet tall was stepping into the forest step by step.

The dense branches and leaves blocked most of the sunlight, making this figure even more eerie.

"Monkey, the monkey king's father..." Before the young man with the broken leg finished speaking, he was caught by the giant beast and hung in mid-air.

"Who killed my child?" The monster monkey spoke dull human language.

"Ah——" the young man with a broken leg was dragged by it, his leg injury worsened, and he let out a scream.

"Crack!" The giant palm slapped on the top of his head, as if a ripe watermelon suddenly burst, the man's screams of misery stopped abruptly, and it was time to pay the bill.

"Fourteenth brother——" the dying Mo family boy not far away saw his brother's tragic death, let out a mournful cry, and immediately spewed out another big mouthful of blood, then tilted his head, and went with his brother.

Two lives in an instant.

Everyone was trembling with fear and dared not make a sound.

Yin Nanxing was the closest to the monster monkey, and his face turned pale with fright.A hand sneaked toward the bracelet on his wrist, considering whether to use up his last chance.

"You!" Before he could think clearly, the demon monkey had already picked him up: "Come and tell me, who killed my child?"

"Yang Zhen!" Yin Nanxing's eyes rolled sharply, and he shouted, "The murderer's name is Yang Zhen!"

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