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The abyss was like the sea, and the evil air was fluttering, and when Tang Xiong rushed to the cliff, he couldn't help but gasp. Looking around, he didn't find Liang Qiufeng's figure. After a careful search of the vicinity, he still found nothing, but found five iron cables with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl.

The iron cable leads to the obscure opposite distance, and the landscape is not discerned.

Did the kid walk over?

Thinking of this possibility, Tang Xiong shuddered, cautiously probed, and looked at the bottomless abyss below, a cold air rose from the tail vertebrae, soaring, irrepressible.

He hurriedly took a few steps back, only to feel dizzy: no, this is the end, this is the end, there is no more to pass.

Tang Xiong really felt scared and afraid: treasures are important, but wealth and life are even more important. If you don't even have your life, even if you have mountains of gold and silver, what good will it be?

So, get out of the way......

After hesitating, he finally took a step and turned back to the square.

"Squeak!"

There were two monkey-like cries from the other side of the square.

Tang Xiong's heart tightened, and he said secretly: "Why didn't a long time ago, a monkey appeared in the square?"

When things are abnormal, there must be demons......

He relaxed his hands and feet, walked over quietly, and after a while, he saw a shocking scene-

A pocket monkey with golden fur, but the size of a fist, he would not be able to recognize it unless he had enough eyesight. It was standing on the top of a ten-zhang high stone pillar.

Around the pillar, there were a lot of swords, and almost the entire square was gathered here.

If these swords are besieging the little monkeys, it's nothing. The point is that the swordsmen who were originally irrational, they gathered around the stone pillars, and when they heard the monkeys calling, they actually fell to the ground with all their brushes and brushes, and they all fell to the ground, motionless.

When Tang Xiong saw it, his eyes almost fell out.

What's going on?

Then I saw the little monkey leap down, landed on the top of the head of a sword demon, and opened its mouth to suck. A pitch-black aura was drawn from the top of the sword and leisurely entered the nostrils of the little monkey.

Evil breath out of the body. The sword's form fell apart and turned to ashes.

"Squeak!"

As if he had eaten something delicious, the little monkey cried out with excitement and joy, and soon began to suck a sword demon.

Tang Xiong is an old Jianghu, although he can't be called a barren continent. But when I go south and north, I am old, and I am very rich in experience.

He had heard that there were mandrill woodmen in the deep mountains and Daze, who liked to eat monkey brains, and whistling and screaming whenever they were hungry. Countless monkeys flocked to them, knelt down on the ground, and let the mandrill wood guests pick and eat them. The whole process. Well-behaved as a slave, he never dares to have the slightest intention of fighting.

The rumored thing, from a certain Cheng dù, was faintly linked to the scene in front of him.

It's just that the two are compared, but they are completely different. Among them was a monkey who was originally a slave. Now it becomes the master, and the object to be absorbed. It's like a sword like a walking corpse.

The forms formed by these evil qi are not living beings. They don't know how to be afraid, they don't know how to live and die and be hungry, so how can they bow down to a monkey?

Completely contrary to logic.

This monkey has a quirk.

Tang Xiong secretly swallowed his saliva, but with his eyesight, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the origin of the monkey clearly. It's like a monster, but it's not very like.

"Squeak!"

The monkey raised his head sharply and glared towards Tang Xiong's hiding place, his eyes were like torches, and he saw his storage at once.

What a sensitive sensing ability!

Tang Xiong couldn't help but marvel, and at the same time, in his heart, the idea sprouted, that is, he wanted to take this monkey back and study it carefully to see if it could be domesticated into a spirit pet; if he was stubborn and unconvinced, he could also directly dissect it and explore the value of each organ, maybe it could be sold for a good price.

After some observation just now, this monkey is certainly quite strange, but the overall strength is not very good. Besides, how powerful can a fist-sized person be?

Shoot yourself, and get your hands on it.

Tang Xiong appeared immediately, and he was about to make a move.

"Squeak!"

The little monkey let out a series of calls, and hundreds of swords burst up and rushed over like a tide.

"What a little guy, he really has the ability to drive evil things, and he is famous, so he has to take it down!"

Tang Xiong was not surprised, his body unfolded, and he grabbed it directly.

Although there are a lot of these swordsmen, although their strength is a notch stronger than that of the outside Yongdao, they are really not taken seriously by him.

Now in his eyes, there are only little monkeys.

"Squeak!"

The little monkey was extremely agile, and the little man jumped up and down in an instant, and in an instant he climbed to the top of a stone pillar.

Not to be outdone, Tang Xiong displayed his proud martial art "Digging Heart Claw", kicked and stomped, hooked the pillar and climbed up.

The little monkey was so elf-awe-inspiring that when he was halfway up, he jumped down.

But Tang Xiong had already prepared, laughed, slashed his paws at the pillar, and popped out with his strength, intercepting the little monkey in mid-air.

Call!

Turning the claw into a palm, a slashing palm blasted out, and the true qi was vigorous, and the little monkey was immediately enveloped.

The little monkey felt the crisis, and the golden retriever on his whole body suddenly exploded and stood up, looking fluffy, and had to be slapped alive.

With a scream, his body was flapped away and he fell towards the side of the steps.

Feeling the monkey's painful wail, the many swords exploded into a nest, and they went crazy, letting out a terrible roar, forming a piece and trapping Tang Xiong.

Airplanes!

Tang Xiong's mind felt like he had been pricked by a needle, the pain was incomparable, and his spirit fell into a daze.

"Consciousness attack?"

He was taken aback.

He had understood that these low-level evil objects could send out spiritual attacks through the way of group cohesion.

It's like forming a formation, gathering all the strength of one point, and the attack is very sharp.

One was not guarded, and Tang Xiong was tricked.

In a moment's confusion, countless sword attacks fell on his body, hitting the plantain like rain.

Tang Xiong seemed a little in a hurry, biting the tip of his tongue hard, the pain was severe, and his spirit quickly recovered, and he suddenly found that he was hanging colors and injured several places. Fortunately, he cultivated the martial arts of refining the body, and his skin was thick and his flesh was firm, but he did not form a fatal injury.

As soon as he wanted, he thought about getting out of the encirclement and going out.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of him, and a golden figure flew by. He didn't even have time to react, his eyes seemed to be burned by fire, ** spicy, extremely painful, and blood flowed down all at once.

"Eyes, my eyes!"

The world was plunged into endless darkness, and he cried out in terror.

Many swords swarmed up, drowning them in an instant.

At the beginning, Tang Xiong instinctively punched and kicked, exerting all his true qi to fight, but slowly, as the more injuries on his body and the excessive wear and tear, he no longer had the strength to resist, and fell to the ground, curled up.

A quarter of an hour later, the sword was gone, the ground was shattered and covered with a blur of flesh, and no one was to be found.