A few days passed, and the order was never passed down, and a few people in Chengxiaoxi were bored, in addition to eating and drinking every day, they were sitting and meditating, and their curiosity about the winged spirit was getting deeper and deeper.

At the edge of the station, Cheng Xiaoxi leaned his back against the wooden railing, listening to He Fatzi's heart, watching him spit, these three days were indeed not easy.

Cheng Xiaoxi was just about to speak, when suddenly, a long and poignant sound pierced the sky: "Chirp ......"

The moment the voice sounded, Cheng Xiaoxi immediately turned his head and looked straight at Wanren Mountain with his eyes.

I saw that on the Wanren Mountain, the strong wind suddenly rose, blowing from nowhere, the wind and sand were all over the sky, blowing the few vicissitudes of life on the mountain to the west, and even the roots of the trees were exposed.

The long roar resounded in the sky, alarming all the people around Wanren Mountain, and countless eyes focused on the mountain, trying to follow the chirp to find the trace of the Wing Spirit.

In the big tent of the Central Plains, a square-faced and long-bearded man walked out, only to see that he was covered in armor, leaving only one face still exposed, tall and burly, and his appearance was extraordinary.

The man, like the others, was staring at the top of the mountain, as if he was also looking for some clues. At this moment, he suddenly spread out his right hand, and a small piece of paper was revealed.

His eyes widened, and he fixed his gaze on the piece of paper, looking feverish, as if he was looking forward to it.

In the blink of an eye, the piece of paper reacted, and a stream of heat surged, and the piece of paper instantly burned, and he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on him, not afraid of being burned in the slightest.

Soon, the pieces of paper burned out, leaving only gray and black marks, and those ashes remained in the center of his palm, and they actually pulled each other, outlining a single word:

Kill!

When the man saw the word "kill", he immediately blew away the ashes, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, as if he was happy but not happy.

I saw him wave his arms, and a burst of energy burst out in his chest: "Kill!"

Around his big tent, there were already dozens of sergeants waiting, and when they heard the sound of "killing", they immediately dispersed, but it was the order to go.

After the man shouted the word "kill", he no longer made any other movements, raised his head, and set his eyes on Wanren Mountain, looking at his excited appearance, I am afraid that he is waiting for some opportunity to appear!

Soon, the dozens of people passed the order to all sides, and the surroundings of Wanren Mountain became lively instantly, and people continued to walk out of the station, and converged with their own forces in front of Wanren Mountain, and the team continued to expand, from all directions, the mountain in front of them, surrounded by water.

The people in southern Xinjiang also got the order, and according to the sergeant's guidance, they came to the foot of the mountain in the west of Wanren Mountain.

He Fatzi looked forward to it, he couldn't wait to kill the mountain now, and he was the first to see the appearance of the winged spirit. I saw him grinding his fists, as if when he went up, he would immediately have a fight with the winged spirit.

Shangguan Li glanced at him disdainfully: "Fool." ”

In one word, two words, He Fatzi felt a tightness in his chest if he was hit hard, and he was ashamed and angry, but he didn't dare to release cruel words, and he was almost driven crazy.

Yang Yamei stood behind Shangguan Li, holding a strong bow in her hand and a quiver on her back, which was her weapon. Originally, she was still sweating with her hands and feet, and she was nervous, but after listening to Shangguan Li's words at this time, and then seeing He Fatzi's reaction, she couldn't help laughing, and tears were about to fall.

Cheng Xiaoxi patted He Fatzi on the back and comforted him: "Senior brother, don't worry, when you meet Yiling later, you will be the first to go up and fight." ”

He Fatzi opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked, thinking of his own strength, his face showed a rare look of regret, only to see him take two steps back, standing behind Cheng Xiaoxi, the whole person was like a frosted eggplant, no longer the momentum just now.

"Woo......"

The sun is scorching, and the horn is sounding!

......

Despite the scorching heat, the crowd began to climb the mountain. Fortunately, the slope of Wanren Mountain is relatively gentle, there is no cliff, and everyone is sweating profusely, but they also look very calm.

Along the way, Cheng Xiaoxi looked around, because he had unique means, he didn't feel the heat at all, and his whole body was cool and comfortable, so uncomfortable!

Where you can see it, it is empty, except for the rocks and mud, there is nothing else, those few old trees that are blown up by the wind may really be the last life in the ten thousand mountains, of course, except for the winged spirit who does not know where to hide!

Cheng Xiaoxi looked at the old tree uprooted by the wind, and didn't know what to think in his heart, he sighed silently and continued to walk up the mountain.

At present, more than 100,000 people have gathered in the mountain, distributed around the mountain, connected to each other, forming a huge circle, looking down from the mountain, such a monstrous momentum, like a wildfire, constantly invading towards the mountain, only afraid that the gods and demons can see it, but also look away!

But the winged spirit who doesn't know where he is doesn't think so.

At this time, in a cave formed by a stone wall on the top of the mountain, two old men were hiding here, one of them had gray hair, I am afraid that he would not have a few years to live, and the other was a little younger, but his body was a little fat.

The chubby old man grabbed the rock wall with one hand and shielded the glare from the sun with the other, and was looking in the direction of the mountain, and when he saw the formation under the mountain, he turned back to the cave and complained to the other old man: "It's really hopeless! That winged spirit comes from ancient times, even if it is not good at attacking, but with its own brute strength, it can also run rampant in the world. But if you have a little brain, you know that you won't deal with it easily, no matter how many people there are, it's useless!"

"Hmph!" The gray-haired old man in the cave tugged at the corners of his mouth, stared at the cave with a pair of sharp eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "Even you know this, how can the Holy Venerable not understand!"

Looking at the glow outside the cave, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he thought of something, and the wrinkles on his face became more profound, he turned around, stared at the slightly chubby old man, and said in a deep voice: "Why didn't you go up the mountain yesterday, and didn't go up the mountain the day before yesterday, and when the wing spirit woke up, there was a move?"

The chubby old man thought seriously for a moment, and his eyes were uncertain: "Could it be that the Holy Venerable deliberately did this?"

After he answered, the gray-haired old man's expression became even more solemn, and he said in a low voice, "Do you know what kind of talent and divine power the winged spirit has!"

The chubby old man thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel his heart beating, his scalp was numb, only to see him turn his head vigorously, and said hurriedly: "Could it be that the Holy Venerable wants to risk the disapproval of the world!"

Thinking of the more than 100,000 people in the mountain at this time, he was even more convinced of this thought, and he was furious, the green tendons on his head suddenly rose, and a wild roar shook the dust in the cave: "He dares!"

The chubby old man's breathing gradually intensified, his eyes were red and his hair was scattered, and he was really angry.

The gray-haired old man withdrew his gaze from the cave, coughed vigorously, his spine bent, his body stiffened, and after a long pause, he spoke: "I'm afraid that's it, hey!"

sighed, and coughed again, seeing that he was so uncomfortable, the slightly chubby old man hurriedly passed a spiritual power.

Holding back his cough, the gray-haired old man raised his head, waved his hand, and said weakly: "The matter has come to this point, and it will not help you and me with our strength." ”

The chubby old man's words had already reached his lips, but looking at his pale face, he was silent after all.

......

Half an hour passed, and due to the prestige of the Wing Spirit, the Spirit Cutting team was always cautious, always alert to the wind and grass around them. After the first long sound, the winged spirit did not make any movement, as if it had disappeared, and with the silence, everyone became nervous.

When I was apprehensive, my eyes became more attentive, and my steps became slower and slower.

Finally, halfway up the mountain has arrived!

At this moment, the order was passed down again, and more than 100,000 people rested on the spot, and when they heard the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense suddenly relaxed, and a few people even cheered.

Cheng Xiaoxi sat on the spot next to He Fatzi, the mountain rock was hot, he said "ouch", and immediately jumped up.

He Fatzi was tired, and he couldn't care so much, and he couldn't burn his ass anyway.

Shangguan Li stood pretty, looking up at the mountain, and couldn't help but feel a panic in her heart, as if on the top of the mountain, there was infinite danger waiting for them.

Yang Yamei also looked solemn, sweating all over her body, I saw that she was holding the longbow tightly in her left hand, and her right hand was ready to send sharp arrows to the string at any time.