There is a pubic conspiracy, and Haodu is a pubic medicine to beat the old man and everyone wants to beat the tiger."

Near the first-line sky, monks gathered around the world, whispered, or directly laid a piece of animal skin on the ground, put various items on the spot, and set up street stalls. Some people closed their eyes and recuperated and regained their energy.

Under a towering tree behind these people, three big men with a rough and simple appearance sat on the ground without any image, lit a fire in front of them, and a few glittering rabbits were mounted on the fire. They kept turning, and under the licking of the tongue of flame, the skin was blooming, and the golden rabbit meat was emitting an attractive fragrance.

Three big men, looking at the rabbit meat, were drooling at the corner of their mouths and swallowing constantly. It was not the three live treasures of the three Qin brothers who used to be or who was the one who was there.

The person who spoke was the youngest Qin Xian. At this moment, he saw that there were two front teeth missing in front of him. When he spoke, he could not control the wind. The words he swallowed out became inappropriate and laughed. The conspiracy turned into pubic hair.

"The third brother, what kind of pubic hair? Last time I met that bear, Qin Chi said I would go up together, you have to rush up by yourself. Now, two of the front teeth have been knocked off. The conspiracy has turned into pubic hair." The eldest brother Qin Chi jumped up in anger when he heard Qin Xian's inappropriate words and gave him a pop of grain.

"Boss, don't be angry. Last time, the third brother heard from others that the bear is very strong. The third brother was not convinced and insisted on a competition. Nothing big happened anyway." The second brother Qin Sheng swallowed and said, "But these many people have to deal with a demon tiger.

Which one should we help? I heard that tiger meat is delicious." As he said that, his eyes emitted a wolf-like light and saliva dripped to the ground.

When the boss heard this, he said angrily: "It goes without saying that my mother said that there are too many people, and we should eliminate the strong and help the weak."

These three living treasures are interesting. This time, they followed most of the monks here. They all came. It is conceivable that at this time, there will be many monks gathered here. They are all different. They gather here and talk to each other, and they are inseparable from topics such as the spiritual compass, demon tigers, etc.

One by one, I have extremely anticipated how to draw the demon tiger out.

In a blink of an eye, it was the third day.

"Ao!!"

Cultivators gathered in the sky, and there were fewer killings in the Nanman Mountains, so the forest seemed to have a kind of peace of the past. In such peace, a clanging and powerful sound was like a tiger roar of gold and stone, rising into the sky deep in the mountains, shaking through the sky and resounding through the sky.

For the calm Southern Barbarians, there was no less than a burst of thunder in the plains. The roar of tigers was huge, like waves and tides, with a faint aura of aura to swallow the world, and the sound covered the entire mountain range. The power of the Tiger King was undoubtedly obvious.

"Listen, this is the roar of a tiger, it must be the cry of a demon tiger. It's really domineering." The monks in the first line of sky naturally heard it, felt the amazing momentum in the roar of a tiger, and their faces suddenly came.

"Is it true that the demon tiger is going to be led to the first ray of heaven?"

"From this momentum, ten out of ten is a monster, and it is not easy to deal with monsters."

For a time, many monks had already had different thoughts.

The monks' ideas are not mentioned here, but they say that there is a mountain not far from Wan Yao Valley. No, it cannot be said to be a mountain, it can only be regarded as a relatively tall hill. On the hill, there is a layer of green grass spoons everywhere, a black tiger with a size of five feet tall standing proudly, whistling a long neck. It continued for a half-poor bell before it fell.

"Brother Emperor. This time it's so interesting. All the monsters in the entire Southern Barbarians united. The scene must be amazing. At that time, we must drive out those immortal cultivators."

Just as Indra was listening to the tiger's roar, a red bird flew around him with spiritual energy, looking very excited, chirping, and screaming excitedly. The sound was crisp and pleasant, and the ears were heard.

"Zhu'er, don't underestimate the cultivators. Now they are all gathered in the first-line sky. If this force is gathered, it will become a powerful force and must not be underestimated. This time, what we have to do is to leave them in the mountains as much as possible and give the cultivators a heart-wrenching scramble."

Indra looked at the ruddy bird flying around in front of him, with a hint of calmness in his eyes.

After getting up, he did not stop in the past three days, and he traveled back and forth between the entire Southern Barbarians. In order to convince the monsters in the mountains, he could be said to have used all his skills and ran to the west. Before he could speak, he had a fierce fight with the Black Ape King, who had high fighting spirit. The Golden Lion King in the east all had their own personalities and different temperaments.

However, when he stated the various situations in the mountains, he also spoke to the King of Crows before, and with the pressure brought by the cultivators who have been accumulating in the sky, he said the union.

And finally, when he arrived south, he saw a crane, a huge snow-white red-crowned crane three

Just now, Zhuniao was next to the red-crowned crane. He kept persuading Bahua Er. Zhuniao was persuaded to the red-crowned crane king at that time, hoping that she could take action against the monks in the mountains and forests.

However, King Crane did not seem to be persuaded by her, which made Zhu Niao feel sulky.

When Indra Shitian arrived, his statement was so powerful that he moved his tongue and actually moved the King of Crane on the spot. This scene immediately changed Zhu Niao's impression of him and was admired. Therefore, when he came to this hill, Zhu Niao also came with him and chirped in his ears. After a while, the name of Indra Shitian became "Brother Emperor."

"What are you afraid of? This time, Brother Emperor, you invited all the monsters in the entire Southern Barbarians. Don't look at the stinky crow's lifeless and cold appearance, in fact, his strength is quite powerful. With tens of thousands of tribe members, there are also gorillas, which are so powerful. With the golden lion and sister Medusa, are you still afraid that you can't beat those hateful cultivators?" The ruddy bird fell on a big stone, waving its wings. He screamed loudly, his eyes shining, as if she had seen the scene of a large group of monks being completely defeated.

Listening to her words, it seems like victory is the most relaxing thing

"Don't underestimate anyone." Di Yintian swallowed, stood on the hill, turned his head and looked around, with a shiny light in his eyes, and said, "They are here."

"Wow!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a harsh and unpleasant cry sound from the north. Moreover, it was so fast that a strong cold air appeared above the hills. Only a huge crow was falling from the sky, with a strong dead aura on his body, and there was a kind of indifference in his eyes. Behind him was a group of black crows.

One by one, the aura on his body was exactly the same as that of the King of Crows, and they were all cold and as if they had no emotions.

Under the leadership of the Crow King, he landed directly on a huge rock on the hill without saying a word, but just looked at Indra.

"Stinky crow, I know that you are not the kind of stone without emotions. I will be more generous in the last time and forgive you." Zhuniao was excited when he saw the arrival of the King of Crows, and flew to him and started chirping.

Indra, the former limit of three days and the tiger roar was the signal. If he agreed, he would come and hear the sound. Now he could come, and the meaning was obvious.

"howl!!"

A chirping sounded over his head. This cry was different from the King of Crows. The King of Crows was filled with coldness and death, but this cry contained a kind of nobility and tranquility, and a ball of white clouds fell from the sky.

"Sister He is here, too." Zhu Niao shouted again.

The visitor is nothing else, it is the red-crowned crane king among the five monsters in the Southern Barbarians. I saw that one of the red-crowned cranes with a graceful body, snow-white body, with only a little bit of red-crowned cranes above their heads, elegantly landing on another rock. While falling down, they also put away a pair of wings several meters wide.

When Indra was seen, he couldn't help but feel moved. He remembered that some records he had read in his previous life. In myths, there were often legendary cranes, which were actually red-crowned cranes. Moreover, generally speaking, red-crowned cranes are used to symbolize happiness, auspiciousness, longevity and loyalty. Therefore, the mounts of immortals are often red-crowned cranes.

This also indirectly illustrates the uniqueness of the crane.

"King King is here, please rest for a while. The other monster kings have not arrived yet." Di Shitian nodded slightly to the red-crowned Crane King and said.

He spoke in a very humble tone and put himself in a position that was equal to them.

It’s not that he is proud, but that he has such strength, opening up the Heavenly-grade Demon Mansion, laying a solid foundation, and having various means of demon fog blades and tiger roar sound waves, giving him the strength that is no less than any monster. It can be seen that if he does not have relative strength, how could a king like the King of Crows listen to him?

No matter what calculations are, the only thing that will not change is strength. Strength is the foundation of everything.

"Boom!!"

Every moment, the ground shaking violently, and only heard a sound of rapid footsteps in the mountains and forests. Every time I took a step, the ground was trembling violently. A black gorilla, which was more than ten meters or more, was striking forward in a big stride. There was no intention of avoiding the trees in front of me. He walked straight forward, and his strong body hit the trees, smashing the towering trees into pieces, falling from east to west, and flying horizontally to both sides.

With a fierce aura, he rushed towards the hills. His momentum was so vigorous that he was afraid that any monk below the Foundation Establishment Stage would lie on the ground in the face of him, as if he was a world-class evil demon.

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