The seventh round of Buting Mountain was robbed in the sky/Nameless Valley bloody battle against the Fallen Clan

(4) After eating, they forced themselves to put aside their anxiety and began to close their eyes and rest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

About the middle of the day, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the bright and hazy moonlight painted the silent mountains with silver, but tonight the faint white light was no longer peaceful, but became extremely gloomy and bleak.

Vung Tun woke up first, he shook his bow and then Tu Tu, although it was only a nap, but it was enough luxury for the warrior who was anxious to save the fate of the tribe.

They crawled through the darkness of the night, aiming for a huge rock in front of them where they could hide their bodies.

They poked their heads out from behind the boulders and watched with bated breath as several bonfires in the woods were about to be extinguished, as the songworms of the mountains appeared on the stage where they were about to close.

After a day's travel, the captives have fallen asleep. The alien warriors seemed to be asleep, and were they so slack that there were no night watchmen?

No, what is that? Objects floating in the woods!

With the help of the dim moonlight and the faint light of the campfire in the forest, the three of them saw many strange objects, they were round and black, and there were two bright lights on them, floating in the middle of the forest, as if dragging their tails behind them.

In order to find out the reality, the bow casually picked up a small stone and threw it out of the forest, and the sound of falling rocks in the silence suddenly attracted many floating and swimming objects like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and they rushed out of the forest at a great speed, swarming, and soon surrounded the realm that made the sound.

This also made the three people who were hiding behind the rocks outside the forest and peeping in secret, it didn't matter, the three of them were already cold hairs standing upside down, their hearts were pounding, and they were scared out of a cold sweat, which was enough to give them a deep inscription on the terrifying experience in their memory.

Those so-called round black floating bodies are not side objects, they are the heads on the necks of alien warriors, with two big ears as wings flapping back and forth, sharp teeth in the mouth, round eyes glowing with a green, faint and vigilant light, and the long hair on the back of the head fluttering like a tail in the wind, like a blood-devouring and deadly ghost in the dark night.

These aliens have such a jaw-dropping and strange ability to make their heads fall off and take on patrol duties, and their bodies are rested, they should be the legendary Fallen Heads.

After the flying heads who had gone through the rounds and found no anomalies in the woods, the idea of rescuing the clansmen flashed through Gong's mind, and he lowered his voice to convey his thoughts to Tutu and Taudon, who wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, clenched their teeth, and their eyes were still determined in the hazy and gloomy moonlight to prove everything.

The bow stretched out his hand to the little green cultivator on his shoulder and jumped, signaling it to stand on his palm, the bird obediently did so, he stared at its smart eyes, and whispered to it, this is the spiritual communication between him and the bird companion who lives and dies, this tacit understanding is gradually formed in their inseparable ears and eyes, this quite human spiritual bird tilted its head to look at its master, opened its mouth twice without making a sound, seemed to understand his confession, and then flapped its wings and flew towards the dark woods.

Like a spirit in the night, the little green cultivator rushed into the woods like a sharp arrow off the string, and made no unusual sound except for the slight flutter of the air, and understood what its master expected it to do, and not to attract the attention of the flying head on duty.