Compared with Murong Sheng and others, Mo Dashao and his group entered the plain a long time later. For Mr. Mo who also knew the information about the Soul Valley, he still encountered some trouble in the Soul Valley that the Yin soldiers had used before. However, his speed was not slow. The nine people and their group came to the plain and did not find anything wrong. The plain was calm and the dim scenery reflected the faces of the nine people, making them extremely quiet.

Compared to the tranquility of the young master and nine people, Qin Yun and Murong Sheng and his party were not very peaceful thousands of miles ahead. There was an earthquake-like sound from the ground behind. The timid monks were almost scared even their souls. With such a stir, what kind of giant would there be underground?

"Squeak", a rat cries reached the ground for the first time, and reached Qin Yun and his party's ears. Not only did they not calm down, but they were in a deeper mood. "Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the mouse's sons can dig holes." Such a loud noise underground must have been made by countless mice. If it were ordinary mice, Qin Yun and others would definitely not be so afraid. But are there ordinary mice in this Soul Valley? If you think about it, you will understand that even if every mouse has the cultivation level of entering the house, then billions of mice, even if the power of the realm of transformation, have to turn around and leave.

Swish, black shadows rushed out of the ground and rushed straight to the black monk who fell at the end. Heiyi monk heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him and turned his head to find dozens of black shadows pounced on him. He was shocked and sacrificed a golden hammer to attack him like a black shadow behind him.

Seeing this, Murong Sheng hurriedly stopped him, "You can't hurt them." But it was too late, and before his words could land, the golden hammer rolled in the air and swept across the dozen black shadows. The cultivation of these more than a dozen mice was only around the eighth floor of the hall, and there was nowhere to be enough for a late-stage attack of the Cervical God. Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff and more than ten sounds, and these mice turned into ashes under the golden hammer.

"It's not good to leave quickly. This is a human-eating rat. There must be a Rat King behind them. Once the Rat King finds that his descendants are killed, they will definitely chase us. Let's leave this grassland quickly, otherwise we will all stay here." Seeing that it is irreversible, Murong Sheng tried his best to urge the flying sword under his feet and gallop forward. The speed was so fast that it was not weaker than Qin Yun.

The monks behind were also frightened when they heard this, and they activated their vitality and flew forward hard. Murong Sheng was the strongest among them, and had reached the late stage of Fenghuang. Now even he has escaped, so how dare these people stay here?

"You killed my descendants and wanted to leave them, so it's not so easy." A sound suddenly emerged from the ground.

Oops, everyone's hearts sank, all of whom thought that the Rat King was coming so fast, and his feet kept urging the flying sword to be put into the sword even more desperately. The excessive energy indoctrination made the flying sword make a trembling sound, as if it was about to lose support.

"Leave it for me." There was a sound underground, and the plain below everyone cracked in half. The crack was a hundred meters long. A huge rat as big as a mountain drilled out of the crack. The hair turned golden, and each fine hair was like a sharp spike.

Logically speaking, if you want to squeeze out the ground with such a large forehead, you may have to waste your time, but the golden rat jumped out of the ground before its words fell to the ground. A huge front paw slapped at the ground, and a loud bang, gravel splashed, and rushed towards Qin Yun and others who were flying forward.

Bang bang bang bang, each gravel was like a cannonball. In desperation, everyone used magic weapons to defend themselves. Qin Yun's magic weapons were used before, but now there was not a single defensive magic weapon left, but his body was comparable to a treasure weapon. He faced the gravel that was shot in a hurry and punched him.

Ahhh, screams were everywhere. Everyone never expected that these seemingly ordinary gravels contained terrible forces. When the gravels came into contact with magic weapons, the scene of the gravels shattering did not appear, and they were shattered at once, and they did not block the gravels at all. Before they could react, they were shot down by the gravels and fell down the flying sword.

Among the nine people, Murong Sheng and a cultivator in the middle stage of the Wind had a slight advantage in magic weapons, barely blocking the gravel, but their figures were also greatly affected, and they flew across dozens of miles before they could stabilize their bodies.

Qin Yun's situation was not much better. The huge penetration power contained in the gravel was something he never expected. As soon as his body contacted the gravel, he found something wrong. The vitality in his body was concentrated on a punch and hit the stone into powder. However, his right hand was also numb by the huge force, and it was difficult to use it for a while.

"The cleverness is based on clumsiness, hiding one's own power in these gravels is a means that only Xuanpin cultivators can have." Qin Yun never expected that the rats here could actually cultivate Xuanpin. I really don't know how the monks in front came here. One percent of the tens of them were considered a lot.

In any case, with Qin Yun's current strength, not to mention the huge rats in the Xuanpin stage, even the Yufeng stage may not be able to beat them.

As soon as they paused, the ground was squeaking, and fat big mice emerged from the ground. In a short while, they surrounded them ten of them. Looking around, they were covered in darkness and could not see the border at all.

"You and the younger generation, who have passed through the plain where my rat tribe lived for generations, dared to kill my descendants." The golden rat condescended, glaring at everyone with his eyes that were extremely small in proportion to his body.

"Hmph," Murong Sheng looked around, and there was no breakthrough in the surrounding mountains and seas of rats. He could only give in at the moment: "Senior, I am waiting to pass by here without intention of offending. Just now, my monks accidentally killed the descendants of my senior. I apologize to you here, and please be generous and let me leave."

"It's not so easy to let you go. Can you just kill my descendants just forget about it?"

"What do you want to do with me? If we ask us to compensate, we are willing to leave a few treasures." He returned respectfully, but secretly sent a voice to Qin Yun: "Fellow Daoist Qin, I have a magic weapon, which is given by my family master. It can injure the late Xuanpin cultivator, but it takes five breaths to activate it. I just saw that you can resist gravel with empty hands and want to practice body refining techniques. You have caused me to be trapped in the next time. Do you want to make some compensation?"

Qin Yun heard Murong Sheng's voice and replied calmly: "You want me to help you withstand this huge rat for five breaths, it is a mysterious female."

"If not, we can't get out of here."
Chapter completed!