Blood was everywhere in front of him, Yuan Qingdao looked at the corpse lying on the ground with a cold face, the miserable appearance was outrageous, several officers and soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion were directly killed by the middle-aged man without even screaming, this kind of ruthlessness is simply inhumane!

But when he looked at the man on the horse, his face changed suddenly, because... He saw a lot of eyes, in addition to the burly man's cold and indifferent eyes and the bloodthirsty eyes of the middle-aged man with a soft complexion, behind them, more than a dozen people dressed in dart costumes raised their heads one after another, and the light in their eyes was like a middle-aged man with a soft face, glowing with blood red, and the amazing evil aura swept away, at this moment, the Yuan Qingdao people seemed to see more than a dozen demons and monsters with amazing evil spirits, rushing towards them with their teeth and claws.

"You dodged my attack so keenly, your cultivation as a Taoist priest is okay." The feminine middle-aged man jumped off his horse, and with him fell with more than a dozen people dressed in dart costumes behind him, the burly man did not dismount, but condescendingly looked down at the Yuan Qingdao people not far away and the trembling and frightened city lord officers and soldiers on his side, although they were officers and soldiers, they were only mortals, and they did not enter his eyes at all.

All he cares about is the middle-aged Taoist priest, although he doesn't know his identity, but he can dodge the eagle's attack, whether it is an accident or not, it proves that the middle-aged Taoist's cultivation is definitely not weak, because he knows that the eagle will definitely kill people once he makes a move, and few people can dodge his sudden attack, even if he is difficult to avoid, because his attack is too fast and too weird.

The Eagle is the Eagle Eagle, since he was a child, he has shown an amazing comprehension, he can spy in the dark, even at night when there is not a trace of starlight, he can also see everything he wants to see, in the night, his eyes seem to be the eyes of an eagle, until the practice, he has never spoken, because the sound he makes is the sound of the eagle, and because of this, he was abandoned by the side of the road as a demon at a very young age.

Until he stepped into the practice, he had been wandering the world for more than ten years at a young age, although he missed the best time to practice, but his talent was still amazing, and he was discovered by the cultivator by chance, and he was taken in, but the helpless fate of the ill-fated eagle has not yet felt the warmth of family affection, and was shocked by the scene in front of him and gradually numb.

It turned out that the cultivator had only taken him in to steal something that he had accidentally gotten from him, which was a small bronze eagle with extremely detailed carvings, but fortunately he had always carried it with him, so it was not stolen by the cultivator.

However, after a while, the cultivator spoke coldly to him, and kept asking him about the treasures hidden in his body, as if it was because he had been following the cultivator for some time, and he had also stepped into the path of cultivation, when he was beaten and kicked by the cultivator and tortured in every way, he was left in the firewood room and shed tears in the night, which was the first time he could remember, and then, he spoke, he spoke for the first time.

"I hate this world, and I hate this life! If the heavens have eyes, let me kill them all......" That night, lightning flashed, thunder and rain poured down, and he stood in front of the cultivator who taught him to practice and tortured his body and mind with his bare feet and drenched in the heavy rain.

However, when he pushed open the door, he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him, the cultivator was actually fighting with another person in the room, the sword light and sword shadow permeated the house, but it was shrouded by the enchantment, when he pushed the door open, the enchantment was broken, and the amazing killing aura instantly overshadowed the lightning and thunder behind him, no matter how heavy the rain, even the thunder roared, it could not overshadow the cold in the eyes of the eagle.

Because it was his father who had long been blurred in his memory who was fighting with the cultivator, he wanted to open his mouth to call his father, but he was greeted by a pair of cold eyes and a murderous shout.

"Evil beast, it seems that the treasure is indeed on you, and it is not in vain that I have been looking for it day and night for so many years! Bring me something. When he slashed the cultivator back with a single sword, he grabbed the eagle with all his body.

The eagle standing in front of the door seemed to be stunned and confused, because the eagle had never seen the slightest family affection in his father's eyes, and some were just indifferent and greedy!

The eagle did not move, and the father of the eagle who rushed towards the eagle was stiff, and blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood fell on the face of the eagle, the father of the eagle slowly lowered his head and looked at a blade on his chest, which was the sword light that came from behind him, it turned out that the cultivator showed weakness to the enemy, and when the father of the eagle was defenseless, he suddenly shot out and killed it, when the blade was withdrawn from the father of the eagle's chest, the blood surged, and the blade fell on the palm of the person who cultivated the mind. Vaguely, it seemed that he could still see the madness in the eyes of the cultivator who had taken him in.

The eagle's gaze was very indifferent, in his father's eyes, he couldn't see the slightest remorse and family affection, even before dying, there was only endless unwillingness and anger, that unwillingness was for himself, and that anger was still for himself.

The Eagle was very calm and angry, he wanted to be crazy and hideous, and his eyes fell on the face of the cultivator without the slightest expression.

"Crying Eagle, I have eliminated the evil enemy for you, and then you can give me that treasure on your body, I have had enough!" The cultivator looked at the eagle with cold eyes, he was the first person to teach the eagle to practice, this name was also given because of him, before, he had no name, when he was wandering, he only had the name of begging, it was given to him by others, he didn't know what the name was for, he only knew that with this, he could beg, he could not be starved to death.

Therefore, for the evil deeds of the cultivators, the Crying Eagle has been silently suffering, and he does not want to lose this short and painful everything, because even if it is painful, there are people calling his name, which is his real name.

Although it was only the cultivator who saw him cry like an eagle, he cared a lot, this was the first time he really had a name.

Facing the cultivator who was walking slowly, he held the small bronze eagle in his hand, which was not conspicuous in the night, so that the cultivator did not see it, and even if he saw it, he would not care, he was carrying cultivation, even if he was seriously injured at this moment, it was not something that ordinary mortals could threaten.

"Why?" He asked stiffly.

The cultivator seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"I didn't expect you to be enlightened and still able to speak." The cultivator coughed violently, slowly walked to the eagle, looked down into his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"In your opinion, I am your God, without me, you will starve to death sooner or later, and even if you die, there will be no one to collect your body! So, Eagle, tell me where that treasure is hidden, and I promise not to kill you. He gently raised his hand and patted the eagle's shoulder, his face was gentle, but his words were extremely cold.

Crying Eagle's eyes flickered slightly, it turned out that this cultivator had never threatened himself with death, and it turned out that he was worried that he had hidden the so-called treasure, which was really ridiculous.

He laughed silently, the smile was extremely sad, and the lightning and thunder outside the door set off his silent smile, as if he was crying and singing, which was heartbreaking.

"Treasure, treasure, no, but you have one thing I want." When the smile stopped, he spoke stiffly again.

"One thing? What ......" The cultivator frowned, just wanted to ask the eagle, but his face suddenly turned pale, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he slowly looked down at his chest on the left side, when the lightning and thunder suddenly passed, he saw clearly a pair of hands on his chest, and the little copper eagle held by the two hands, as if it was stained with blood, the little copper eagle was slightly red, and it was extremely strange!

He raised his head tremblingly, and with the help of the moment of thunder and lightning, he saw the cold eyes of the Crying Eagle, which were as scarlet as blood, the pupils were as sharp as the eyes of the Eagle, and the eyes of the human body and beasts, as if all the most evil things in the heavens and the earth were condensed on the Eagle's body.

"You ......" he looked at the eagle in disbelief, as if surprised, as if mocking, and finally fell on the eagle's body, and the blood stained the eagle's shoulder.

The eagle's gaze was still indifferent, but it was fluctuating, and the small bronze eagle he held in both hands was still inserted in the cultivator's chest, and the red glow seemed to be even more bewitching.

Standing like this for a long time, the fluctuations in the eagle's eyes became more and more violent, he pushed the corpse lying on his body away, and his eyes were instantly attracted by the small copper eagle in his hand, as if it was contaminated with blood, the small copper eagle that originally had no luster was stained by a layer of fluorescence, and the blood-colored demonic light gradually beat in his eyes, like two ghost fires, blooming with amazing coldness.

"Ah......" Everything in his mind was suddenly filled with skyrocketing anger, looking up to the sky and howling, even if it was a rainy night, even if it was a burst of thunder, it was difficult to stop this long howling sound hovering in the night sky for a long time, piercing the gentleness of the rain curtain, cutting off the fierceness of the thunder, venting the unwillingness and despair hidden in the long howl, like a lone wolf in the night, desolate and sad, gradually becoming numb......

The long whistling did not stop until he was exhausted, the eagle gasped violently, his arms were trembling, he looked at the little bronze eagle in his hand, the light on the little copper eagle at this time was flowing, and the blood-colored light gradually faded.

He looked at the little copper eagle in his hand with some confusion, but he suddenly spurted blood after suffering a great blow to his body and mind, and just landed on the little copper eagle, and in an instant, the little copper eagle bloomed, and the blood spewed out by the eagle could be vaguely seen under the amazing light disappeared on the body of the little copper eagle, and the little copper eagle seemed to begin to bloom his original luster at this time.

When the severe pain came from the heart, the little bronze eagle in his palm also suddenly fell silent at this moment, and then, the blood-colored light shrouded his body, and the amazing spiritual power from the little bronze eagle frantically submerged into the body of the eagle, making his cultivation climb steadily, quite terrifying!