The Road to Slaying God

Those dozens of paintings have been ingrained in Zhang Yang's mind.

It was very easy for Zhang Yang to draw dozens of pictures on the side of a sand dune in order. Under the moonlight, they looked extremely clear.

Zhang Yang checked each picture, but still, like every time, nothing was found.

Zhang Yang was not disappointed, because this was not the first time. If it was really that easy to understand, it wouldn't be a magical skill, and the young monk wouldn't say that he couldn't learn it.

Throwing these paintings aside, Zhang Yang began to enter a state of meditation. When he discovered the wolves just now, they were hundreds of meters away, which showed that his meditation had improved a lot.

really!

During this meditation, there was no need for the process of vortex gathering in Zhang Yang's body. The vortex expanded directly to the outside of the body. The desert suddenly seemed to be alive. All kinds of ants and insects were active, and the wind blew the gravel. The rolling sound is particularly clear.

Crawling, collision, friction... all kinds of sounds are constantly heard.

Around Zhang Yang, jerboas were moving frequently, and their bright eyes were peeping at him. Some even jumped very quickly in front of Zhang Yang, which made Zhang Yang feel that the sand dunes and desert were like a paradise for jerboas.

Zhang Yang suddenly understood why the boy named "Feng" was able to survive in the desert. Obviously, this jerboa is a very good food.

However, the common feature of this jerboa, which is about 130 to 140 mm long, is that its hind limbs are extremely long and there are hard hair pads on the soles of its feet. It is suitable for jumping quickly on the sand. It can also jump up to 60 to 180 cm in windy sand. It is simply impossible for ordinary people to catch them without tools and bait.

Jerboas feed mainly on plant seeds and insects. The restriction of food conditions forces jerboas to live non-gregariously in groups. They come out at night and search for food over long distances. Sometimes they can run as far as 10 kilometers in a night.

Slowly, Zhang Yang's meditation range is getting larger and larger, and has exceeded the two hundred meter range. This was unimaginable before. You know, it was very difficult to control the twenty meter range in the past. Remember, When Huang Mao was killed in the hotel, his thoughts were only within a range of about twenty meters, and it was difficult to even think about an extra meter.

Awesome!

Zhang Yang's hair stood up for a while.

The wolves are back!

This time, Zhang Yang's meditation suddenly increased to about 300 meters. However, at this time, Zhang Yang had no time to think about this problem, because the overwhelming wolves were already running towards him...

Apparently, this was the group of wolves that started out, being chased and chased back by the young man.

Just a moment of confusion, the wolves had already rushed less than twenty meters in front of Zhang Yang. The wolves lined up in a spindle shape, with the wolf king rushing at the front like an awl. The width of the wolves behind him reached tens of meters, regardless of the distance. No matter how he runs, Zhang Yang will definitely collide with a pack of wolves...

There are no cars here.

The only way is to run backwards...

"Unlucky!" Zhang Yang cursed and subconsciously glanced at the dozens of pictures before running wildly. It seemed that the pictures he had worked so hard to draw were about to be destroyed by the wolves.

Awesome!

Zhang Yang's blood surged, and the blood all over his body boiled crazily.

Hahaha……

I see!

I see!

Looking at the dozens of pictures around him, they suddenly seemed to come alive. Zhang Yang wanted to shout to vent his anger. It turned out that these pictures were consecutive movements. These dozens of pictures were not acupoint diagrams at all, nor were they dozens of movements. , in fact, it is a continuous action.

"Ouch...!"

Unfortunately, before Zhang Yang had time to be happy, the wolf king behind him suddenly kicked his legs, his huge body jumped up, and bit Zhang Yang's neck with his sharp teeth. The speed was so fast that a strong wind blew in the air. .

Zhang Yang's neck could almost feel the heat from the Wolf King's mouth.

If Zhang Yang had a knife at this time, he would naturally not be afraid. He only needed to wave the extremely sharp paper knife back, and he was 100% sure to cut off the Wolf King's neck with one blow. However, he did not have a knife. , among the three of them, only Aze has a waist knife on his body. The two knives and the guns are all hidden on the ceiling...

"Crap……"

Zhang Yang wasted a little time just now because he was looking at those pictures. He couldn't run fast. There was no way to avoid this step. At this moment, Zhang Yang's brain was like a galactic computer. After hundreds of thousands of calculations, Zhang Yang's The body suddenly jumped forward, and the moment he fell to the ground, Zhang Yang turned over and faced the Wolf King...

"Peng!" With a muffled sound, Zhang Yang used the strength of his back to kick up his feet, and kicked hard on the Wolf King's belly.

The wolf's head is the hardest part, known as the iron head, copper back, and tofu waist. The waist, also known as the belly, is the weakest part of the wolf's body. Zhang Yang's crazy kick knocked the wolf king down. He flew out and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a scream.

At the moment when the wolf king was kicked out and hit the ground, the wolves were extremely sluggish. Zhang Yang couldn't care less. He jumped up and ran wildly. Not to mention that he didn't have a knife in his hand, but even if he had a knife, he wouldn't be able to do anything. No match for more than 300 extremely ferocious wolves.

He is not that boy.

He is Zhang Yang, a young man who has only been exposed to martial arts for a few months and has not yet graduated from college...

In the night, hundreds of green lanterns followed closely behind a black figure. The closest point was less than three meters away. Behind Zhang Yang and the wolves, the rolling yellow sand was like a blowing storm.

Zhang Yang regrets it!

Very regretful!

He hated himself for not listening to Aze's words, hated himself for being too careless and not taking a knife, and even more hated himself for using his last chance to escape to look at those pictures.

Now, Zhang Yang is a human-meat barbecued pork bun in the eyes of the wolves. Think about it, this wolf pack was chased by the teenager for five days and five nights. After finally encountering a meaty food like Zhang Yang, naturally they refused to let it go.

Zhang Yang didn't even remember how long he had been running. The wolves were like lingering ghosts, always following closely behind. If he slowed down a little, he would be submerged in the wolves...

no!

no!

If you don't think of a solution, there won't be any bones or dregs left.

Zhang Yang felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, and his heart felt like it was on fire.

A desperate thought arises. There is no place to hide in this vast desert. Even if you want to find a quick stone, you can't find it...

Ten minutes left to run!

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, and he was willing to risk it all. If he couldn't find a place to hide from the wolves within ten minutes, he would fight back. His target was the wolf king.

Like a dog, I will pull you down even if I die.

Zhang Yang secretly felt cruel.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt a tree stump on a sand dune in front of him.

No, it’s a human figure!

At this time, the wolves behind them suddenly became confused. Many wolves collided with each other and made a falling sound. Obviously, the wolves stopped suddenly and their habit made them unable to stop their steps.

A breath of fear spread behind Zhang Yang...

Suddenly, the figure moved, like lightning and thunder. In just two breaths, the figure had already run in front of Zhang Yang.

"It's you!"

"Feng..."

"What are you doing here?" The young man looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.

"Ahem...I was chased here by a pack of wolves..." Zhang Yang secretly sighed at his bad luck.

"Well, we don't have time. Drink some water. Let's take care of the Wolf King first..." The young man interrupted Zhang Yang, threw a bottle of mineral water tied to his waist to Zhang Yang, and immediately ran away to escape towards the waves. Chase in the direction.

Looking at the mineral water in his hand, Zhang Yang had the urge to cry, because this water was what they gave to the boy, and the boy hadn't even taken a sip.

Zhang Yang resisted the urge to drink it all in one gulp and drank a little to moisten his throat. Now, he finally understood the importance of water in the desert.

After closing the bottle cap, he glanced at the young man who was about to disappear. Zhang Yang immediately calculated the best option. Now, it is the safest to follow the young man. At least, if you follow the young man, you will not encounter a pack of wolves. .

To Zhang Yang's surprise, he caught up with the boy after running less than three kilometers.

He saw an incredible scene.

The young man was slowly walking towards the wolves in the night...

Under the moonlight, hundreds of wolves that began to run wildly lay on the ground tremblingly, looking at the young man who was slowly walking over with fear on their faces. Apparently, the wolves gave up resistance.

Is this a wolf?

Zhang Yang was dumbfounded as he watched the boy Shi Shiran walking among the wolves. Obviously, his target was the wolf king in the middle of the wolf pack. The wolf king was the only one standing. He lowered his head and let out a shrill scream. Howling, it seems, is suppressing the wolves...

(To be continued)