Chapter 62 Do You Know Where My Sheep Are? (Third update, please read later) at this time, Qingshan County, More than thirty miles away. Tiger Leaping Gorge. On top of the cliff. One in front and one behind, two burly figures stood in front of a cave. The man in front was wearing a red robe, a bronze mask on his head, and his hands were behind his back. He was extremely tall, more than nine feet tall, and there was a scorching flame all around him, which burned the surrounding void into a blur. Half a step behind him, stood a middle-aged man with a horse face, wide nose and black face. He seemed to be feeling somewhat uncomfortable standing next to the red-robed man, with a slight hint of sweat on his forehead. "Chi Jiao, you've been looking for a long time, have you figured out anything?" After a while, seeing that the naked man in front didn't speak, the horse-faced man seemed a little impatient.
"A very strong demonic aura." "Stronger than Yinhu." "It seems that this tiger is more difficult to deal with than we thought!" The red dragon opened its mouth, and seemed to be using a unique way of pronunciation, and its entire body was rumbling. There was some kind of groaning sound. As he spoke, he swayed and came to the edge of the cliff. Look down the cliff. For miles around, there were broken trees, flying rocks, huge pits and cracks in the ground everywhere. The scene was horrifying. It is hard to imagine what kind of war took place at that time. The horse-faced man followed and looked down. Even though I watched it once before coming here, I still find it a little shocking when I watch it again. "Chi Jiao, what's wrong? Are you afraid of this tiger too?" Chi Jiao is said to be the strongest among the twelve of them. The first person under the four venerable ones in the religion! The dragon demon seed he planted was almost completely integrated by him, and the Qi in his body was leaking out, which was a sign that he was about to enter the Tao. But these twelve people had fought their way out of tens of thousands of believers, so naturally they were not easy to deal with. They fight openly and secretly on weekdays and no one is willing to give in. "Wuma, put your thoughts aside." "Although this tiger is very strong, I don't need you to provoke me to kill him." Chi Jiao just glanced at the horse-faced man with a squint.
The golden vertical pupils under the mask carried an overbearing majesty. Wu Ma's face froze slightly. He shook his sleeves. Then he changed the subject and said: "This mountain beast didn't even want the cave anymore. I don't know where it went. How can I find it?" "This guy may have killed Wei Yang, got the golden scale, and escaped. No matter how powerful you and I are, it will be useless." As he spoke, his face turned gloomy. "It doesn't matter if Weiyang dies, but we can't lose this thing." "The date of the Daoguo Conference in the Ten Thousand Mountains is approaching. Without this pass, there will be fewer demon species and even fewer demons. By then, the power of our headquarters to knock on the gate of the government will be weakened." "If things go wrong, we might get dragged down as well!" This is indeed not an exaggeration. The religion is cold-hearted and ungrateful, and many people have lost their humanity after being infected with the evil seeds. The golden scales play a great role in the religion. If one piece is missing, it will be a huge loss. When Chi Jiao heard this, he did not refute but pondered for a moment. "Just keep looking for clues here." "I'll search around and capture the monsters and goblins in the surrounding forests to interrogate them to see if I can find the mountain king. I looked around and saw other weak demonic auras hovering around here. They should be the monsters under the command of the mountain king." After saying this, the first of the four venerables shook his feet and disappeared on the spot. The horse-faced man looked at the red dragon disappearing in the east, and his eyes immediately became gloomy. Why should I obey his orders? But in the end, nothing was said. It just didn't take long. Suddenly there was a cry of surprise from the foot of the mountain. "found it!" The horse-faced man's face darkened, he stamped his feet, and dived down the mountain quickly. After a few leaps, they arrived at a broken battlefield. There are more than a dozen Feixian sect members scattered over a few miles of this battlefield. They were searching for something. At this moment, a member of the church crawled out from a crack deep underground and seemed to have discovered something. Give a loud shout! The horse-faced man quickly appeared next to the believer. Quickly take the thing in the other person's hand and put it under your wide nose to smell it. Then, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, it belongs to that slutty sheep." At this moment, what he was holding in his hand was a long, curved black horn with a large piece of skull on it. It is the one on top of the sheep’s head after it was demonized. However, after its body was shattered by Chen Yuan, the sheep horn, which was as hard as iron, was left behind. The horse-faced man is very familiar with the aura of the Sheep. Recognized it! That proves that Wei Yang died on this battlefield. And the body was completely shattered. Maybe the golden scale was left here and was not obtained by the tiger. He shouted and ordered, "Search for me. Even if you have to dig three feet deep, you must find the rest of the body of this naughty sheep. If you find a piece of golden scale, I will reward you handsomely!" "Yes!" The believers responded one after another and began to search within a few miles of the cracked battlefield. At the beginning, there were occasional discoveries. Pieces of meat were found, still with scarlet fur on them. But later on, there were fewer and fewer of them, and even after searching the area for several miles, there was nothing to be found. There was no trace of the golden scales. The horse-faced man finally became impatient and ordered his followers to expand the search area by several miles from the original search range. Then, a dozen or so followers obeyed the order and disappeared into the surrounding mountains and forests. At first, there was some movement. But later, Then the sound gradually died down. The horse-faced man didn't notice anything at first. He thought his men had gone deep into the forest, concentrating on looking for clues. But as time passes. No one came back. He realized something was wrong. Just as he was about to check, A loud and clear song came from the western mountains and forests. "The spring breeze of March blows in March"
You drove the sheep and left home Sing a Xintianyou song ……." The singing came closer and closer through the mountains and forests. The voice is loud and clear. The horse-faced man had a pair of huge horse eyes, and he looked in the direction of the sound coming from the forest in uncertainty. Soon, a group of sheep emerged from the forest ahead. One, two, three... About a dozen. Then, a shepherd wearing a straw hat and coarse linen clothes, with a hunched back, herding a flock of sheep, appeared in the sight of the horse-faced man. He frowned. How come an old shepherd appeared in this deep forest? Somewhat strange. I saw the old shepherd herding sheep and singing Xintianyou, as if he didn't see anyone and continued to drive forward. The horse-faced man stomped his foot, leaped forward, and landed heavily on the ground. Stopped in front of the shepherd. The horse's eyes were fierce as it stared at the shepherd, answering every word. "who are you?" The shepherd raised his head. "My sheep is lost. I am looking for my sheep." "Do you know where my sheep are?" (ps: The third update, it’s Monday, please read on, today is the day to decide Sanjiang, even though I failed, I still want to struggle, thank you!) (End of this chapter)