Zhang Ning was blown over and thrown in the snowstorm, like a silk handkerchief in a barrel washing machine, and it was as if two invisible giant hands opened their bows left and right to fan him flying around.

Our protagonist gives up the struggle and decides to enjoy this feeling of being enchanted with peace of mind......

However, nine times out of ten, when he made up his mind to go with the tide and the wind and snow, a whirlwind suddenly burst out from the lower right and lifted him into the clouds, and then slapped him on the cliff with a backhand smash -

The hard cliff wall of the "......" was smashed into several cracks.

"Bang!" the buzzard landed smoothly.

Zhang Ning's bird body was fine, and this small storm and impact couldn't hurt the body of the Yuanying Monk.

It's just that the beautiful crown of feathers no longer stands upright, and hangs limply in front of the forehead, like jagged wet bangs, and the feathers on the body are disorganized, and the tail feathers are entangled—it looks more embarrassing.

After a brief dizziness, he was dazzled by the scorching sun again, and the sky was so blue that he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment—it was so soon clear?

Zhang Ning flapped his wings and got up, and after standing firmly on his feet, he found himself falling into a huge, almost oval-shaped valley.

Under the scorching sun is a towering snow-capped mountain, steep and abrupt, like a single horn in the demon world.

The snow-capped mountains extend to both sides, the mountain level is sharply lowered, and the large and small mountain ranges are arranged in two arcs, intersecting in the southwest.

Beneath the snow-capped mountains is a vast forest with a dark green canopy – a coniferous tree species at first glance. A vast lake is embedded in the dense forest, and the water of the lake is bluer than the sky, deep blue, so blue that it is black, and the mirror-like surface of the lake reflects the reflection of the snow-capped mountains.

To the southwest of the forest is an undulating grassland, and the various spiritual plants mixed with flowers and grasses make the rich spiritual energy in the valley have a sweet smell.

The place where Zhang Ning landed was a high grassy slope, and the ethereal clouds and mist overhead - the whole valley was covered with clouds and mist, if Zhang Ning was in a high place like this, he could reach the clouds with a single stretch of his claws - if it wasn't for Zhang Ning having personally entered the palace of the immortals, he would really use "like a fairyland" to describe this place.

"Snow-capped mountains, lakes, forests and grasslands", this classic combination of elements is not Dr. Luo Ji's retreat?

Could it be that he has entered a space-time rift? Where is Dr. Luo Ji's manor?

Zhang Ning took a few steps in the other direction, and then he saw a pony popping out of the hillside.

The foal shook his head and nibbled on two mouthfuls of the newly spiked grass sprouts, rolled comfortably on the ground, and then screamed, "Ahhh......h

All right...... Still in the Demon Realm...... As far as he could see, the outer perimeter of the arc was covered with thick clouds—the valley was in the center of a blizzard cyclone, and he was thrown in by the storm.

"It was the bustard that killed my mother!" a crisp voice rang out.

Zhang Ning retracted his gaze and looked down at the grassy slope again—a young spotted deer with big eyes and long eyelashes was looking at him angrily—just now the star-picking pony led dozens of infant demon clans out again.

"The Devil Falcon has taken my sister!" bleated a fluffy fragrant lamb, the four horns on the top of its head had not yet grown, and now it was just four small amber dots - the child couldn't tell the difference between the buzzard and the Ghost Falcon!

The reason why Zhang Ning chose to transform into a wind buzzard instead of a faster ghost falcon was because even if the name "ghost falcon" was pronounced differently in the lingua franca of the demon clan, it would still make him have strange associations.

Despite its longer and more beautiful crested feathers, its phosphorescent white feathers, and its playful flying resemblance to a fake ghost 👻 covered in a bed sheet – the Onifalcon option was not chosen because of the name itself......

"Let's kill it!~" The pony who first spotted Zhang Ning suggested happily with a snort.

"Where are your parents and relatives?" Zhang Ning disdained to entangle with the bear child.

"Mom and Dad have run away, we were captured by the eagles!" said the two rubber calves with nostrils larger than bull's eyes.

"Don't tell it, it's a big bad bird too!" said a noisy cow calf with a beak as beaked as a cannon.

Looking at the dozens of foals, lambs, and calves of various races who were glaring at him, Zhang Ning was quite gratified - the carvings he had personally educated were indeed as kind as himself! This valley was definitely a veritable paradise!

"It's a baby buzzard......" a voice came from behind him.

Zhang Ning's upper body didn't move, and the bird's head suddenly turned 180 degrees-

"Let's do it, big guys!" said a respectable-looking old cow with withered peach petals on his chest.

"This little bustard, maybe, maybe its wings are injured and it can't fly...... It's really a demon god's mercy, let's, let's avenge our clan!" a middle-aged and elderly sheep with four legs covered with moss and looking kind looked trembling and bleating.

There were constantly demon clans climbing the hillside and surrounding Zhang Ning.

Among this group of demon clans are ten spirit animals, six sheep leagues, three kinds of horses, two types of deer, and one camel that Zhang Ning knows...... There are also those that Zhang Ning doesn't recognize—a deer with green grass on its head and a one-horned deer like a dry branch, a small wild boar with a head, neck, and back embedded with bone plates, and a camel and horse with eyes as big as a pot lid......

The number of these adult demon clans and demon beasts is very small, only one to three of each, while the young demons and young beasts below the hillside are numerous.

Although he criticized Zhang Ning in righteousness and sternly, the adult demon clans were very self-aware not to approach him a foot in front of him, and they were much more cautious than the people in Zhang Ning's world towards the yellow line under their feet.

With a "Teng" sound, a mustache burning sheep that was about to lose its wool and looked very brave barely lit its beard: "Let's die together!"