Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers were in a flash, and the stars were turning around for five days and nights. When the demon hunting forest was in a certain place, a ray of wind stopped.

The brutal man is like a hurricane, gentle like a spring breeze, invisible like a breeze, and light like a fine breeze. This wisp of wind travels through five days and nights at an unimaginable speed and comes to the depths of the forest.

Then it rolled away, disappeared into the jungle, and disappeared from the sight of the monsters who were chasing the deer.

A few disappointed and angry growls, the monsters scattered and searched the aura that angered them before. After a long time of in vain, they gradually became disappointed and their hatred decreased.

The sound of carvings sounded in the sky, and several figures like black clouds cast heavy black shadows on the ground of the tree crown. The monsters suddenly woke up, and the wolf ran away, not daring to look back. They realized that they were unconsciously taken into the penalty area, facing the anger of the overlord here.

The sharp black shadows pounced down from the air, and the tall and fluffy crowns could not stop their sharp eyes, nor could they stop their bodies. The wings were like two sharp blades, and each wing could easily cut off the branches as thick as a wrist. The trajectory of the remaining trees and leaves extended to the end point, and there was a howl and a scream.

The sharp claws are harder and sharper than flying swords. When striking, they calculate in advance with extremely accurate calculations. Even the monsters can take into account the instinct of avoiding. If they get out, they will win, and if they get hit, they will kill!

The monsters also resisted. The powerful monsters jumped into the air, showed their sharp teeth, waved their claws, displayed their natural magical powers, and used various means to fight for their survival.

The sharp hissing and roars intersected, and blood splashed out the beauty of life Zhaohua. The fierce battle lasted only half a stick of incense, and the battle ended.

More than a dozen huge figures flew out from the dense forest, and the dense forest was as dense as a bunch of holes, and there was a mess below, as if they were waded by thousands of troops.

Each eagle caught the corpse of a monster in its claws. The giant eagle with a wingspan of more than ten feet was the most terrifying. Each of the two claws had a monster whose weight was calculated in tons. Its eyes scanned the surroundings like lightning and hissed proudly.

When it flew away, a "small tree" as thick as an isoside was blocking its way, and the giant eagle shook like a nod. The tree fell down, and even the sound of breaking was covered by the sound of the hurricane.

Mantis arm blocks the car!

The surrounding group of sculptures responded, and the hissing sounds tear apart the air and spread to the distance, frightening countless innocent creatures.

One of the monsters had not yet swallowed his last breath. He was looking at somewhere with a sad and indignant and unsightly gaze, as if questioning.

"What awesome eagle!"

Shisanlang hid in a corner, with a slightly embarrassed figure and a slightly solemn look.

When trees cannot become bonds and monsters on the ground cannot compete with them, who can challenge the dominance of such giant eagles? Who dares to violate their majesty!

The giant eagle hovered around the sky, patrolling its territory with a mighty attitude. After confirming that no one was provoking it, it turned around casually and drew several black tracks. It disappeared into the clouds.

Circles of golden rings shine in the sun, like medals after victory, proclaiming the glory of this hunt. The group of sculptures returned to their nests, and the lonely cliffs in the distance, and more carvings echoed this place, like a summoning.

"Under the premise of ensuring safety, we must lead them out and run three thousand miles..."

The monsters around them knew the terribleness of the Golden Wire Eagle and did not dare to approach within 300 miles of its nest. Shisanlang tried his best to attract dozens of brave monsters, and they were cleaned up in just a little effort. How should he continue?

The cruel reality tells him that the strength of the golden silk carvings is trustworthy, but for no reason, these fierce and domineering carvings are extremely protective of their families and are difficult to be attracted too far.

There is no way, for example, Shisanlang came to the door to fight with them and killed one or two. Judging from the nature of the golden silk carvings, he would probably not let him go easily. However, Shisanlang's purpose was to take them to beat others. How could he pour such a big fire on himself? Then again, if the golden silk carvings are angry to the top, why would he be sure to escape alive?

Through the trees on the hills, Shisanlang's eyes were cast on the cliff towering like a lonely cloud, a little worried.

Around the cliff, several young eagles with a wingspan of only two meters are learning to fly, and there are adult giant eagles monitoring around them. This means that even if Shisanlang has the will of a rooster crowing and a dog stealing, it is difficult to find an opportunity.

"I have no elegance of being a sage. I don't even talk about living in groups, but I still protect my cubs."

While thinking about whether to let Dahui "sacrifice his life and take risks", Shisanlang's expression suddenly changed.

A wave suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness. After the queen of the ant "translation", Shisanlang knew what was happening in the distance. Then he didn't know what he thought of, a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips and his eyes became brighter.

"Hunting the demon wizard... has finally been found?"

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The valley of Qian Yao Waterfall is still like the sound of thunder and waves. The surrounding scenery seems to be frozen at a certain point in time, allowing the day and night to alternate, and the people's hearts are wandering in pain and refuse to change at all.

Ten days have passed since that monster spirit changed. The old man who was guarding the house looked calm, but his heart gradually became uneasy.

Everything around was normal. The demon spirit had no change. The people in the cave were still guarding each other. However, for some reason, the old man always had a stone in his heart and could not put it down.

In a trance, he seemed to hear some sound, sandwiched in the roar of the waterfall, seemingly vague. Looking up, the silver dragon hung in the air gave him a feeling of "stagnation". The people inside seemed to be dead, without any sound.

The vibrant valley was silent in his eyes, and his heart was as if it was covered by a black cloud, and he urgently needed some changes.

After watching for a long time, the old man couldn't help but issue an order. A low-level demon spirit flashed and drilled into the water curtain. Before he could repay what he saw, he disappeared in a whimpering sound.

He did similar actions many times a few days ago, and the result was the same every time. The demon spirit was killed if it couldn't reach the entrance of the cave.

Looking at the water curtain without any change, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking in his heart that he was really bored.

He felt that the situation seemed to be reversed, and he and others were trapped prisoners, trying their best to seek relief. As time went on, this idea became stronger and stronger, prompting him to constantly use demon spirit to test, seek breathing in suffocation, and relieve his spirit slightly.

This is anxiety.

"Junior Brother Qing and the others don't know what's going on, so it's better to... change positions with him."

The four Nascent Souls were patrolling back and forth around the demon hunting forest, always guarding against those enemies who don’t know where to hide. The pressure will naturally not be small; however, as the old man thought at this moment, they did not need to stay in the ground, face the unchanging scenery, nor face the torment of the heart and soul.

"It's always better than yourself."

Thinking of this in his heart, the old man felt dazed, as if he had heard something again.

"The state of mind is empty and bright, the Tao follows nature, and is not illused by external things!"

After practicing for many years and being in seclusion for several years or even decades, the old man naturally understood the dangers of this situation. He warned himself in his heart that he told himself that no matter how the situation evolved, his path could not be changed, and he could only go in the established direction until the end.

"Backboard race? What is it! Everything in the world is false, only immortality is the true way. If you are guilty of those false thoughts, you will accomplish nothing!"

He scolded himself for his weakness, and the old man forced himself to emptiness and brightness to get rid of the feeling of being unable to wake up from the nightmare, but...

Unable to succeed...

The sounds sounded from time to time, from countless years ago; there seemed to be a picture flashing in front of me, from countless years ago; I actually recalled the stories of my childhood in my mind, from countless years ago...

"Get out!"

Unable to bear these illusions and illusions, the old man hissed and shouted angrily, soaring into the air.

He scolded the false with his Zen heart, chased the demon with his thoughts of Tao, looked at the lofty eyes in the air, and sought great liberation.

Liberation was not found, but he saw something and heard some sounds, to be precise, those sounds he had vaguely heard before.

With just one glance, the old man could not look away. With just one ear, his expression instantly frozen, his mouth wide open, and he could never get together again.

Like a thirsty fish.

"What happened!"

A low shout sounded, and the figures around him swayed. Yan Huihui and the middle-aged man appeared in the air at the same time, and then took a breath of air conditioning at the same time.

The old man who first discovered the abnormality turned around with difficulty, his dry lips trembled, and he slowly spit out two syllables.

"Cross of Eagles..."

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There is a line in the sky, a cloud in the sky, countless golden ribbons in the sky, and there is thunder in the sky.

Thunder chased someone and ran wildly towards the valley.

This is a process, a process that happens too quickly and makes people almost unable to react. The old man looked at the scene that appeared like a glimpse of light, and in a blink of an eye it turned into an unchangeable reality that appeared in front of him, almost wanting to cry.

Too ridiculous, too vicious, too...inhuman!

Hundreds of giant eagles swept through the air, and several of them rushed into the forest, rushing around like wilderness giant beasts, destroying countless ancient trees and crushing many flowers and plants.

The sound of the giant eagle's hissing, the sound of trees breaking, the sound of rocks breaking through the sky, and all kinds of sounds merged together, even the roar of the Lun Demon Waterfall was covered, as if the whole world was in chaos, and the whole forest was furious and trembling.

Looking down from the air, the earth was like a green tent. There were a few scissors at this time. No, a few cars hitting the city were advancing in a rude manner, plowing out several trenches.

The goals are consistent, and they all point to the person ahead.

The young man running wildly, chaotic, and screaming in the jungle.

The young man found the three people in the air, and his face suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy. He fell into the eyes of Yan Huihui and others, which was so disgusting that he could not be more disgusting.

The guess became a reality immediately, and the terrible thing happened. The young man turned his direction and rushed towards them, shouting.

"Senior, help me!"

"Fuck!" The old man saw the young man clearly and said angrily.

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Chapter completed!