With the help of the glimmer of the bright moon above his head, the blind bear saw from a distance that there was a sparkling lake in front of him, calm and calm, without the slightest wave.

Feeling the rapidly increasing moisture in the air, the blind bear couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and even his hurried pace was slowed down by him a little.

The two forelimbs were held high, and the broad bear paws carefully supported the body of the white fox, and on the shoulders were two seriously injured and dying little foxes.

There was no way, King Ning barely passed by in front of these little demons, and every time he gathered under the cliff, he could only hear his majestic voice from a distance.

It is said that except for a few big demons such as Lord White Fox and Lord Qingniu, no living creature has ever seen King Ning's appearance.

The blind bear now wanted to simply put the white fox and his two children around here, and get out of here as soon as possible.

There were still a few hundred meters from the surface of the lake, and the air around him was no longer as thin as usual, like cement piles that were gradually solidifying, attacking him from all directions.

With a "poof", the blind bear fell to his knees, and he could no longer withstand the rapidly increasing pressure in all directions. He felt that if he still had to brace hard, his whole body would have to be broken, so he simply knelt down, landed on his knees, and slowly moved towards the lake, presumably King Ning should not blame himself.

The distance of less than a kilometer originally only took more than ten seconds, but now the blind bear feels like a year.

I don't know why, it's because the weeds in this lakeside meadow are too tough, or because my own cultivation is too low.

By the time he slowly moved to the edge of the lake, two long blood stains had been dragged out behind him, and the flesh at his knees had been hung by weeds, revealing raw white bones.

The blind bear gritted his teeth, and kept moving towards the surface of the lake, his forelimbs were already sore, but there was no trembling, and the fragile white fox lay on his palm, as steady as Mount Tai.

With the lake in sight, or from the loss of blood, the blind bear's eyes were already a little blurry, and he desperately stared wide, squeezing every potential of the muscles in his body.

He has reached the final point, and he can't give up halfway, and giving up at this time means that everything he has just done is lost.

"Click", two streams of blood slipped down the corners of the blind bear's mouth, he closed his mouth tightly, his mouth was filled with a rich bloody gas, and half of his tongue was bitten off by him.

With the help of this heart-wrenching pain of broken tongue, the bear blind man's originally somewhat sleepy brain suddenly sobered up.

It was as if a slideshow was playing, and several repetitions were repeated over and over again in his mind.

It was a small monster that was abandoned by the demons, skinned and cramped by them, and cooked alive into a pot of broth.

Beasts, even if they have cultivated into monsters and opened their spiritual intelligence, they are still beasts.

The law of the jungle is also applicable in the group of monsters.

Isn't it the same thing I did to that tiger demon?

He thought about the eyes of the group of monsters that surrounded him when he came over just now.

He knew that he was driven to guard the door with the dead tiger demon, but he was actually on the verge of being abandoned by the demons, if he didn't seize this opportunity.

That is really a place where there is no turning over, and escape and copper pot are their only destination.

Finally, at the next moment when the blind bear's strength was exhausted, he came to the shore of Biyuetan Lake, where the clear water reflected his bear face and the white fox held high by him.

"Bang", the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came, and the blind bear could no longer support his huge body, and fell to the lakeside.

The two forelimbs stretch forward and protrude out of the shore. Even if he was planted, he still held the unconscious white fox in the center of his bear paw.

It's not that he's loyal to the white fox, but because the white fox is his only hope, the hope of breaking away from the bottom of the group.

"Gollum, Gollum. ”

A breeze blew through, a few bubbles bubbled up on the calm surface of the lake, and the water surface gradually boiled.

As there was a ripple in the center of the lake, a turtle's back like a hill slowly emerged from the lake.

The heavy tortoise shell was the first to emerge from the surface of the lake, and a large amount of flowing water slid down the tortoise shell, and the water surface, which was almost flush with the shore of the lake, instantly dropped by more than three feet.

A behemoth rises from Tan, revealing the tip of the iceberg hidden underneath.

The surface of the hard, heavy shell is not as smooth and delicate as one might expect, and the cratered carapace is littered with countless claw marks, tooth marks, and several deep sword marks.

This is the trace left by its cultivation path, fighting countless other great demons, and successfully escaping from the pursuit of monks.

For Ning Ji, these scars are a symbol of his glory, he is not the kind of demon second generation who was born with a transformation demon as a backstage.

Before he was in his seventies, he was just a little turtle under the cliff, with no parents and no brothers.

Relying on a turtle to work hard, he gradually grew from a pond to a Ning Daren under the cliff

What has been experienced in this is unimaginable to other beings.

Finally, as the water level on the lake dropped by three feet, more than half of Ning Ji's huge demon body finally appeared on the surface.

The turtle's back is raised high, covered with a thick layer of tortoise shell, in addition to the scars, the surface of the tortoise shell is also engraved with countless small words and images.

This is the result of Ning Ji's collection of Terran classics over the past few decades, from the corpses of the monks he killed.

At first he couldn't read it, but it didn't matter, the thief didn't go empty. Once he encountered something he couldn't understand, he engraved these words and images on his back that seemed very powerful.

Unexpectedly, the blind cat encountered a dead mouse, and the carapace of the turtle clan was born with the effect of recording and deduction.

Crookedly, these words and images engraved on the carapace by him are mostly the exercises of human monks.

Over time, these demon clans' original uncultivated kung fu was recuperated by Ning Ji for ten years, after he survived the Chengdan Heavenly Tribulation. It began to coincide gradually, and there was a tendency to form completely new exercises.

Ning Ji had tried to slightly operate the demon power according to the mutilated exercises behind him, and the result made him ecstatic, this kind of gradually formed mutilated exercises actually fit perfectly with his demon clan's physique, just like he was born.

He estimated that in another hundred years, almost all of these exercises engraved on his back would be smelted into one, and his path forward might be revealed by itself at that time.

"Gollum. As Ning Ji moved his body, a large number of whirlpools and undercurrents suddenly appeared in the lake, washing the shore of the lake and splashing large waves.

Ning Ji's head slowly poked out from under the huge carapace on his back, the rough skin was extremely tough, and his neck was the thickness of a tanker, it was estimated that even if it was concentrated by the missile, it would be a skin wound at most, and he didn't even need a band-aid.

"Bai Min, who injured you like this..."Ning Ji lowered his head and glanced at the white fox's whole body, the two beast pupils revealed humanized emotions, as if there were two flames beating in them.

Bai Min is a companion that Ning Ji met when he was a little demon in Qiling. The two of them climbed and rolled under the moat cliff, grew up together, and both became the masters under the moat cliff.

Because the turtle is lazy, the tasks of managing the large and small demon clans of this heavenly cliff are all handed over to Bai Min. I don't care at all if the other party betrays me.

First, Ning Ji believes in his own strength, and second, it is his unconditional trust in Bai Min.

Unexpectedly, he only took a nap for half a year, and when he woke up, his friend and his two heirs were in danger.

He wants to let the murderer repay it a hundredfold!

Ning Ji barely suppressed the anger in his heart, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of pure demonic power, dragging the bodies of Bai Min and his two heirs, and bringing them to the bottom of the lake. Make sure that their injuries are stabilized for the time being, or at least not worsened.

"Is that guy?" Ning Ji's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he suspected that it was the monster that had destroyed the entire Zhangjia Village that had injured Bai Min.

Half a year ago, before Ning Ji fell asleep, he entrusted Bai Min to investigate the mastermind behind the destruction of the entire Zhangjia Village.

Zhangjia Village has an unusual fate with both, and when they were weak, the monks in Zhangjia Village sheltered them for a while.

It was a strange monk, who seemed to be seriously injured, and he and the other monks did not need it, and they would not shout and kill as soon as they saw the demon clan.

That person did not have the slightest prejudice against them, and after learning that their two demons had not injured anyone, he actually let them live in Zhangjia Village, heal their injuries, and even help them resist the pursuit of a wolf demon.

It was only later that after they left Zhangjia Village, where they returned, the villagers told him that the monk was gone, and he didn't know where he went.

From then on, the two demons began to take turns to protect Zhangjia Village, which had lost the protection of the monks, until they both reached the top of the Heavenly Trench Cliff.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary village that had lost the protection of warriors and monks exist under a heavenly cliff full of monsters?