The witch comes into my arms

There are restrictions on entry into the Demon Cave, but no restrictions on exit. Zeng Zishi took out a stack of talismans and distributed them to everyone.

As long as the true energy is poured into the talisman, one can directly escape from the cave of humans and demons.

There are more than a hundred people who want to enter the cave. Only a hundred people can enter the cave. Some places are reserved for recorders from Ningguo. These recorders hold photo mirrors and will take photos of the wonderful clips and transmit them to the outside of the cave. For viewing.

The five teams divided the ninety places equally, leaving ten places for the record keepers, or in other words, record birds, of Ning Country.

It was a bird as big as a gray eagle, with dark red wings, dark eyes, and a palm-sized mirror hanging around its neck.

This is the Fire Horn Bird, which has a trace of the blood of the demon clan. It is spiritual and easy to train. Because it can fly high and see far, it is difficult to intercept. It is a commonly used communication method by the Ningguo military.

This time, these fire horn birds will become witnesses of the cave-sky competition.

Xia Yuan squeezed Han Yue's palm, said goodbye to her, took Xiao Leng Qiu, and touched the stone tablet together.

As soon as the rough feel of the stone tablet came into my mind, I felt dizzy. My eyes dimmed and I had arrived in a strange space.

The first person to arrive lit the torch.

The flames lit up the dark night, the soil beneath our feet and the trees around us. This is the center of the cave.

The night and day in almost all caves are opposite to those in Xuntian Continent. It was noon before they arrived, so it is midnight now.

The changes in the space made the little queen uneasy. She clenched the sword in her hand and placed it against Xia Yuan's side, ready to protect her Highness at any time.

Xia Yuan pressed her little head.

"Hey!" Aruna rushed behind him and patted his shoulder.

She wanted to scare Xia Yuan, but Xia Yuan had already seen her pranks from the treasure mirror of time.

He turned around calmly.

Aruna clicked her tongue in her heart and said, "Let's go."

She looked to the rear and saw that the team on the grassland had gathered.

"Let's go." Putting his hand on Xiao Lengqiu's shoulder, Xia Yuan hugged her and headed towards the team on the grassland.

The young men of Ning State did not call him. They had already seen that in this cave-sky competition, they were unlikely to win - they only had two masters in the early stage of gathering clouds, three in the grassland, and one in the middle stage of gathering clouds in Yun State. , there is also a middle stage of Caixia in the south.

Instead of pursuing this weak winning rate, it is better to chase the princess of the prairie.

"Your Highness." A young man walked up to Xia Yuan, "Do we need the common people to come with us?"

He was a retainer of the prince, and he was afraid that the grassland would be vulgar and would wrong his royal highness.

"No need." Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder, "Be more vigilant, the devil is not a fool."

This sentence seemed to be just an ordinary warning, but for some reason, the young man felt that there was a deeper meaning in it. His heart trembled and his vigilance increased.

Xia Yuan walked past him, entered the team on the grassland, and headed north.

Teams from all parties also set off to their respective areas of responsibility.

There are a total of eighteen people in the Huangren team. Except for Aruna, Uritu and Bagan, the three third heavens, the rest are in the late and peak stages of the second heaven.

Among this team, Xia Yuan's cultivation level is the weakest.

Uritu and Bagan looked at him with friendly eyes, Aruna looked at him with friendly eyes, and the other fifteen people looked at him with complicated eyes, many of them dissatisfied.

It's not that he is dissatisfied that his princess will be kidnapped. In the grassland, it is a kind of romance for a man to take his beloved girl to a distant place.

But the premise of romance is that he is a capable man.

Obviously, the Seventh Prince, a playboy with a reputation, does not look like a capable man.

Xia Yuan noticed their gazes and looked over without flinching. The small half of the desolate people looked away, and most of the half of the desolate people stared at them provocatively.

Xiao Lengqiu grasped the sword and felt that they had a way to kill them.

Xia Yuan found it interesting, so he let go of his arm around Xiao Lengqiu, walked to Aruna, and hugged the prairie girl's waist.

Those ten pairs of staring eyes were filled with raging anger, and they wanted to slash Xia Yuan's arm with a knife.

But underneath the anger, there was also some recognition.

If Xia Yuan ignored their hostility or showed retreat, it would only make them worse.

Aruna was startled. This sudden closeness made her heart beat faster. The boy's broad palms pressed against her waist, and the heat from his body hit her face.

She pushed Xia Yuan's arm away and looked at her coquettishly: "What are you doing!"

"Come and have a few words with you." Xia Yuan said mysteriously.

"What is it?" Aruna moved closer curiously.

Those ten eyes became even more angry.

"We'll wait until we get to the north. Now, we have to entertain the guests first." Xia Yuan raised his hand and waved to a deserted man.

This desolate boy glared at him the hardest.

The deserted boy walked up to him with a straight face.

"You go over there, keep going." Xia Yuan pointed to the left.

They were still in the woods. Although the torches were bright, the light was blocked by the trees, and it was pitch black in the distance.

The deserted boy stood still with a sneer on his face. Can the prince of Ningguo command the warriors of the grassland?

Really capable of commanding.

"Did you hear that? Go quickly!" Aruna ordered.

The young man stopped laughing, glanced at Xia Yuan angrily, picked up a torch, and carried out his order.

The Huangren's team stopped, and everyone looked at the young man's back. Soon, the back disappeared among the tree trunks, leaving only the light of the torch flickering.

Wu Ritu walked to Xia Yuan, thinking that the seventh prince was retaliating for the young man's disobedience and deliberately asked the young man to carry out meaningless orders.

He was about to say a few words to ease the conflict, but before the words came out, there was movement in the distance.

It's the sound of fighting!

He raised his body and quickly rushed over there!

Bagan led the other desert youths to follow behind him.

Xia Yuan took his time and walked last.

By the time he and Xiao Lengqiu arrived, the forest had become quiet.

The desert boy covered his shoulders and leaned against the tree trunk. His left sleeve was full of blood, and his companions applied medicine to him.

Wuritu and Bagan stood not far ahead, with solemn expressions. At their feet lay a corpse.

The corpse was that of a middle-aged man, as thin as a hemp pole, with wrinkled skin covering the bones, sunken eyes, and hands like shredded chicken feet.

Just one look at it makes one's hair stand on end.

There was an opening in the neck of the corpse, and blood was gurgling out. This was the cause of his death.

The Wurituyang knife split open the skull of the corpse, and a pool of sewage flowed out, staining the brown land black.

"Devil!" Wu Ritu said in shock.

Bagan looked at the injured Huangren boy: "What's going on?"

The young man in the desert opened his mouth in panic: "I walked forward, and he attacked me, saying that I, a demon-slayer, was brave and dared to be alone at such a late hour."

If he wasn't alone, the demon would not attack him, but it was Xia Yuan who made him break away from the team and act alone.

Everyone looked at Xia Yuan, wondering how he knew that if he went here he would encounter a demon.

"Then you just stay where you are and let him attack?" Bagan asked again.

The demon was killed by Wu Ritu, and he was about as strong as he was in the late stage of metamorphosis. The boy was also in the late stage of metamorphosis, so he shouldn't have been injured!

The desert boy blushed.

He looked at Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan met his gaze and turned away his head in shame without showing any expression.

Xia Yuan liked Huang Ren's character. If he were from the Central Plains, he would never blame him for getting himself hurt, but Huang Ren would only reflect on himself.

I was tricked by him, and I still reflected on myself. However, this is not a trap, it is necessary to lure out this demon.

"Is the injury serious?" Wuritu asked.

"It'll be fine in one day." The young man lowered his head and said.

"It shouldn't be such a coincidence, this is the devil's spy!" Wu Ritu thought thoughtfully.

He handed over to Xia Yuan: "Thanks to His Highness the Seventh Prince for leading it out, otherwise, if they knew our whereabouts, they would definitely set up an ambush."

Not only did I reflect on myself, but I also thanked him.

Xia Yuan nodded: "Nothing."