"This is?" Peng Bird's eyes stared, the change of the full moon above his head made him unexpected, how could the bright moon that had been like a day for thousands of years suddenly change today?

What is the situation? Peng Bird was vigilant, his demonic power was partially released by him, a faint gray mist shrouded his whole body, and the golden feathers were bright and restrained under the cover of the gray mist.

It's time to get started.

The bright moonlight sprinkled and intertwined with the gray mist, the wings flapped, the long and wide wings swayed up and down slightly, with the help of the power of the night wind in the sky, the altitude was lowered, overlapping with the sea of clouds below.

The demonic power moves at will, the color changes, and with the huge body of the Peng bird, it is hidden between the sea of clouds and the full moon little by little.

The demonic qi converged, and the mist on the surface of Peng Bird's body was not willing to be calm, and the surface of the scattered mist generated tiny fog claws, pulling the aura floating between the heaven and earth beside him.

Kneaded, shattered, and pulled out a mass of unevenly distributed spiritual energy, which spread around the demonic mist.

This Peng Bird is not a stupid person, since the full moon hanging high in the sky in front of him has changed like this, it is very likely to disturb the Terran monks who are cultivating, and only a few thousand miles away from him is the largest capital of the Terran Race in the Dan Continent, Chang'an.

Not to mention that on weekdays, he is jealous of those reclusive old monsters of the Terran race, and now he is the most important task of the demon clan, once the whereabouts of those annoying old monsters are recognized, let alone the task, it is still a question whether he can run away.

He is only a few hundred years old, he doesn't want to die, not to mention that he is still shouldering the important mission of the demon clan at this moment, if he is so unclear that he is plucked by the human race to practice and stew soup, then he will really die blindly.

The aura was quietly pulled to his side one by one, and the pure and unmixed demonic aura exuded fluctuations, slowly covering up the demonic aura overflowing from the Peng Bird because of the spell.

It was only when his whole body was covered by the aura mass that Peng Bird put his mind at ease, and the mist on the surface of his body returned to calm, quietly helping Peng Bird to cover his whereabouts, smoothing out the turbulent air currents generated by his high-speed skimming across the sky, and the sea of clouds that had been squeezed away also returned to its original state under the action of the demonic mist.

Only at this time did Peng Niao calm down his tense nerves a little, and the gaze that was originally looking in Lin Xiuyuan's direction had already been withdrawn by him.

At this juncture, Peng Bird is not dead, he is very clear, some abnormal aura fluctuations, maybe it was a passing Terran monk who discovered the nest where the demon clan gathered, and wiped them out by following the surgical method and arranging the array.

This has nothing to do with him directly. In other words, even if the big turtle that was cowering under the cliff died? The demon clan's cultivation path was already against the sky, and he might not be able to protect himself, let alone an old turtle that had just transformed into a form?

Even if this turtle has a bit of background, he can't see through it, so what? He is not familiar with the turtle demon, who cares if he lives or dies.

The reason why he used a spell to investigate just now was because he was afraid that there would be some accidents in the place where the aura fluctuated abnormally, which would have an impact on his plan.

But at this time, at that time, under this round of abnormal bright moon changes, that place where the aura fluctuates abnormally is nothing at all. Once he is exposed now, he is likely to be caught by the old immortal of the Terran who doesn't know whether he has come or not, and then boiling water, peeling and plucking, barbecue grill or old casserole will become his final belonging.

Just thinking about it sent a chill down his spine to him.

The vast sea of clouds, the light and shadow rise and fall, and a bright full moon hangs high above it, splashing the moonlight like a scorching sun.

The moonlight, which originally implied yin energy, has changed dramatically at this moment, and the silent aura between heaven and earth is active because of its light, dancing a gorgeous dance to welcome the rising sun, and wandering freely in the sky.

The accumulation of gold, the growth of wood, the infiltration of water, the destruction of fire, the fusion of earth. This moment is perfectly magnified.

The activity of the aura continued to grow under the illumination of the moonlight, and the heart of the Peng Bird was sinking step by step.

The mist on the surface of his body deepened a few more layers at some point, but fortunately, the aura mass bound by him was also active a lot, and the stronger aura fluctuations still covered up Peng Bird's demonic power.

But he couldn't be happy, it was true that the balance between Peng Bird and Reiki had not been broken now, and it was very likely that until he left this world, this balance might not be broken.

But in the same way, in order to suppress the increasingly active aura, the consumption of his demonic power is gradually increasing.

Similar to the Terran monks, the demon clan wants to perform demonic arts, in addition to relying on their own demonic power, it is more important to obtain the resonance of the aura of heaven and earth, and use their own demonic power as the commander to control more aura of heaven and earth to perform demonic arts.

Once the help of the Heaven and Earth Aura is lost, the power and scope of the hexology will be greatly reduced.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the physical cultivation and sword cultivation among the Terran monks, their one move and one style will rely much less on the aura of heaven and earth, and even some sword cultivators only cultivate a breath of sword qi in their chest, and the aura of heaven and earth follows each other, which is just a special effect of sound and light for them.

However, there are pros and cons to this method of cultivation. The good thing is that their offensive and punishment methods are much more powerful and powerful than those of other monks, and they are very difficult to target, and there are almost no tricks to break them in a clever way. Only the front is hard.

The disadvantage is that the lifespan of these monks is much shorter than that of other monks, and of course, no matter how short they are, they will live longer than the demon clan.

The second point is that the range of their moves is not lethal enough. After all, without the help of the power of heaven and earth, relying on their sword qi that has been tempered for thousands of times is indeed a bit stretched.

In layman's terms, the attack power often overflows.,Even if it's a big move.,There's no AOE of clear monsters.。 If it were not for external forces, it would be difficult to deal with the siege of a large number of monks. However, the problem of sword cultivation has been solved by the ancestor of the Qinglian Sect, and the differentiation of sword light has long become a compulsory technique for sword cultivation.

The only problem now is that the duration of sword cultivation is very short, no more than the rest of the monks can quickly recover themselves with the help of heaven and earth aura, and the fight has been amplifying the moves, the explosion is high, and the damage overflows, but it will soon wither.

Therefore, once the sword cultivator can't take down the opponent quickly, he will leave the sword, and most of the monks can't catch up with them anyway.

Of course, they are not stupid, for example, some body cultivators like to pull out mountains and fight the world, carrying a big mountain to smash people, and some sword cultivators also like to forge a giant long sword that can be long or short and can change size.

Edgeworth a thousand miles, destroying the city with one blow.

And the demon clan is not very convenient, not that there is no way to rely purely on demon power to cast spells, but these demon spells are very weak. For example, the mist that Peng Bird is now condensing is purely composed of demonic power.

Without exception, these hexels can only be used as a support, not in combat.

Even if it is a Chengdan monster who has survived the Heavenly Tribulation, it is better for them to use their minions to fight if they just rely on demonic power to cast spells.

Without the help of heaven and earth aura, the demon technique is too weak, and it can't be beaten even by the body protection technique of a monk of the same level. Therefore, the demon race does not have the kind of light cultivation demon power similar to the human race's body cultivation and sword cultivation.

However, in the use of heaven and earth aura, the demon race is different from the human race. If the human race is the son of the Heavenly Dao, then the demon race is sent by the phone bill.

The human race wants to cast a spell to use the aura of heaven and earth, that is simple, just grab it, the aura of heaven and earth is like an obedient puppy, obediently rely on it, whatever human beings concoct, knead it, press it, and have no temper.

The demon clan is different, the aura of heaven and earth is for the demon clan, it is simply a husky who has rabies and is still having fun, if you don't fight half to death, it is impossible to even stop, and you have to pay attention to the risk of being bitten at any time.

What a bitter word.

Before they cast a spell, they had to use their own demonic power to infect the nearby heaven and earth aura, and then integrate it through demonic power to cast a demonic spell.

But even so, the polluted heaven and earth aura will not be as obedient as facing the human race, and no matter how strong the demon clan is, there is still a possibility of failure when casting spells

Peng Bird's gaze became more and more cloudy, feeling the speed of the loss of demonic power in his body, he couldn't help but speed up his travel, and his wings started lazily, and began to flash in small increments but non-stop, pushing his body to accelerate forward.

The active aura of heaven and earth meant that his mist wanted to hold the aura and consume more, but this was not the main thing.

The most important thing is that this sea of clouds that is thousands of miles away from me now is very possible. No, it should be said that there are definitely a lot of Terran monks hidden, and there are probably one or two of them pretending to be new old monsters.

Once he now leaks a little bit of aura due to the increased activity of his aura, there is a chance that he will be discovered by those Terran perverts who like to collect demon artifacts.

And now that the activity of the aura has increased, it means that the difficulty and failure rate of their demon clan's spells have increased significantly, while the strength of the human race's spells will also increase.

Under the elimination of the other, the Peng Bird, which has a low winning rate, is even more vulnerable, and eighty percent cannot escape the miserable fate of being barbecued and making soup.

So it's no wonder he's now starting to speed up his escape from this densely populated place.

Glancing at the full moon on the horizon again, the latter hung on the sky, without the slightest intention of restraint, wantonly swaying the moonlight. High above, like a Ling Shi immortal god, scattering cold light and heat, the originally dim night sky is as bright as day at this moment.

If Mingyue is a shy fairy on weekdays, then at this moment, it is like an emperor who is about to ascend the throne, oppressing his majesty to the world.

Peng Niao couldn't help but curse in his heart:

I knew I wouldn't have taken this road, and the old monsters of the human race here were the quietest on weekdays, but I didn't expect this thing to happen, and the fish pond turned into a shark pond in seconds.

In Peng Bird's heart, he scolded himself and the bright moon above his head.

A wave of qi suddenly exploded beside him, almost dispersing the aura on his body, and the wave of qi swept away, staggering his body. Just a kilometer away from him, the sea of clouds was violently turbulent, and suddenly the clouds were torn, and a figure covered in clouds and mist rose into the sky.

"Not good!"