A rough estimate shows that at least three to four thousand Danube beasts were killed in the battle. He Lingchuan didn't know whether it was the Leiqing beasts or the violent hurricanes that killed more.
At the cost of the flesh and blood of their companions, the rest of the Danube herd waded through the stone formation and rushed into the stone mountain behind.
Seeing the mess in this place, He Lingchuan suddenly felt that there was not much difference between the practitioners on his side and the Danube beasts.
There were still lightning and thunder in the stone formation.
Everyone knew at a glance that the Thunder Qing Beast was still alive.
Their lord is still alive.
"Go dig pumice, quickly!" He Lingchuan pointed at the Danube corpses stretching for miles and said to his teammates, "Group two by two, be careful for sneak attacks!"
For hunters, this is a golden moment everywhere!
Others entered the Buddha Realm just to make a living and make money, but He Lingchuan had a different purpose from them. He left the corpses of Danube beasts all over the ground without picking them up, and headed towards the stone array wholeheartedly.
There are many people who hold the same idea as him.
It seems that everyone understands that the closer to the beast carcass in the stone formation, the higher the output may be.
But the battle at the Stonehenge was not over at all.
When He Lingchuan got closer, he realized that this place was quite tragic.
The thunder barrier set up by the giant thunder beast has been broken. There are many beast corpses around the barrier, even piled up to two or three feet high, and most of them are charred.
But more than half of its kin were also killed or wounded.
No matter how powerful this lord-level monster was, it could not withstand the dual attack of the beast tide and the sandstorm, and its whole body was covered in scars. When He Lingchuan saw it from a distance, he even noticed that blood was spurting from its mouth and nose.
The sandstorm lasted for three and a half hours, and it persisted here for three and a half hours. Now it was extremely tired, and every breath brought out thick mist of blood.
But its rivals are also downsizing.
He Lingchuan counted that there were originally seven Wu beasts, but now only five were still standing. Especially the leader had burns all over his body, his skin was torn, and there seemed to be no intact pieces of skin on his body.
The giant thunder beast hates it the most, so of course it cares for it the most.
He Lingchuan did not dare to touch the two monsters, so he avoided them and circled around, looking for the dead beast.
That is his primary goal.
No, no, not anywhere.
He pressed down on his anxiety and began to patrol for the second time.
Danube beast corpses are scattered everywhere, and it is not easy to find the corpse of Wu beast here.
This time he remembered the mirror and put it on his arm. The telescope had no eyes, but its ability to find objects was much better than his.
Soon, the mirror shouted: "Stop, stop, stop, your left, your left! No, go a little further to the right."
Five feet away, there was only a pile of thunder beast corpses.
"Look down!" the soul-capturing mirror said bluntly, "That little thunder beast, you have to look at its belly!"
He Lingchuan did see a small beast with its back exposed, as if it was pressed under the adult thunder beast, and its size was only half of the adult beast. But the soul-telling mirror said, belly?
He turned to look at the front and was surprised:
There is actually a Wu beast in the belly of the little Leiqing beast!
The upper body of this beast was outside, its head was flattened, and the waist down was in the belly of the little beast. It looked like it had come out of the body of the little beast, but before it had time to escape, it was rushed up by the angry adult beast. Stomp hard, burp!
Seeing this scene, He Lingchuan was able to restore the scene in an instant.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, after Wushou killed the little Lei Qingshou, he got into its belly, emptied it into half a sack, and got in himself.
What are the benefits of doing this?
Maybe, at least you can avoid the strong wind outside?
But he immediately saw some fragments in Wu Beast's paws, on his body, and on the ground.
The fragments are not like stones because they have blue and green snowflake-like spots on them. They should be particularly beautiful when complete.
Soon after, He Lingchuan took a glance and was about to step forward, but someone jumped out from beside him and cut off Wu Beast's head with a knife!
This sword moved like clouds and water, without any extra effort. Even in the realm of Buddha with more than three times the gravity, it did not lose its true meaning of stability, precision and ruthlessness.
What a skill! He Lingchuan Tongkong shrank subconsciously and looked at the person coming.
It's actually Hu Bin?
"Oh, Mr. He." He seemed to have just seen He Lingchuan and said hello with a grin, "Are you here too?"
But everyone knows that this is not a place for gossip.
"Without the head of the beast, can Brother Hu part with his love?" He Lingchuan said without any nonsense, "I will pay a big price."
If you can buy it, don't grab it, it's a waste of time.
"This?" Hu Bin raised Wushou's head and shook it twice, "What do you want this for? There are pumice stones all over the ground to pick from."
There are corpses everywhere here, and everyone is trying to cut off their heads.
Time is precious, and digging pumice is too troublesome. Unless the animal head is too big, everyone will just put it away and wait until there is time to start again.
"I am refining a magic weapon and need its brain pills."
Hu Bin snorted and said with a smile: "Okay, bring me forty beads, and this head will be yours."
Forty? He Lingchuan was unhappy: "Brother Hu, can you change the terms?"
Everyone had just survived the sandstorm, and no one would have so many Shuzhu grass in their hands. Besides, the strong wind had just passed, and we didn’t know how far we had to go to find the Shuzhu grass again.
Now, every bead is a life-saving bead, but Hu Bin dares to ask for forty in one breath?
This is intentional to make things difficult.
"If you don't want to change, that's it." Hu Bin shook his head, "Either you kill a beast yourself. There are still five or six alive there."
He Lingchuan's eyes flashed slightly. Since this person is toasting and not eating, why not?
He has done such things as killing people and taking advantage of others.
But as soon as this thought came to mind, three or four people appeared around, all members of the Golden Horn family.
Captain Zhou stared at the two people and said, "What's the problem?"
Seeing that this guy had just offered me the mediation, He Lingchuan gave it a try: "I want Wushou's head, but he refuses to sell it."
"I only need forty Shuzhu beads. Bring the Shuzhu beads, and the beast's head will be yours." Hu Bin said unhurriedly, "The Shuzhu beads are not worth anything outside, and Wushou's head can be sold for at least seven or eight dollars.
Qianliang, in the final analysis, you still make the profit."
Captain Zhou coughed lightly: "Master He, the purchase and sale are voluntary, and cannot be forced."
The rest of the people also gathered around to support Hu Bin.
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The sandstorm had only lasted three and a half hours. He Lingchuan slowed down and only used up seventeen beads. However, he gave three more beads to his team members, and now he still has nineteen beads in hand.
It seems more than enough, but the Shuzhu grass is used up quickly in a fight. Besides, no one knows how far to find Shuzhu grass to replenish the stock.
Therefore, every one is precious.
Time and sanitation are the most important war preparation resources at the moment.
The soul-capturing mirror also quickly advised its owner: "Isn't there another dead beast? Let's look for it again! It's not worth fighting with them."
He Lingchuan glanced at Hu Bin, turned around and left.
The man's voice came from behind: "Within one hour, the transaction is valid."
He Lingchuan said nothing and continued to search for Wushou's body.
"This person is targeting me."
The soul-capturing mirror groaned: "Aren't all hunters like this?"
"Forty pieces, the price is very clever. If it's less, I can get it together; if it's more, I definitely don't want it." He Lingchuan looked back and found that Hu Bin was still staring at his back, "Usually I can find teammates
We gathered together to rinse the beads, but at this juncture, no one can give them to me."
After experiencing a very long sandstorm, there are not many beads in the hands of teammates, and every one is used to save lives. At this time, asking for beads means life is at stake!
To be continued...