Although the elite soldiers showed great interest in this strange thing, Qin Qian did not give an order, and they would not move.

Qin Qian was not interested in this thing, but he was also a little curious.

Qin Qian raised his hand, and several clusters of flames condensed on his fingertips, and the flames elongated into rockets against the sea breeze. Qin Qian's fingertips moved, and the rocket sped away.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The rocket slammed into the monster, but instead of burning, it quickly extinguished.

"Roar—"

The monster seemed enraged, it roared again, and its body began to stir and stack, and it became a "giant". The giant had no head, and the skull that came out of the ridge also lost its vitality, and then was quickly swallowed up by the "flesh pulp". Today, this "giant" is like a frog with its back peeled. Its belly was bulging, and it was full of rotten, semi-liquid entrails, separated by a thin, thin layer of skin, and the contents shook as it moved.

The monster staggered along, and the blood that flowed from it corroded the stone into holes.

Qin Qian raised his eyebrows, he guessed the attack method of this thing. So Qin Qian wasn't curious anymore - after all, if this thing really let him let go of the attack, it wouldn't be too fun.

"Retreat!" Qin Qian shouted again. The elite soldiers also jumped again, climbing to the middle of the mountain wall.

Qin Qian's feet slightly, dark red down feathers came out of his cheeks, his eyes turned into black beast pupils, and then only heard a "bang", Qin Qian's soft armor suddenly opened a pair of dark red wings, the wings spread out to be four meters wide, the feathers were smooth, and under the sunlight, a faint red light was refracted on the edge of the wings.

With a flap of wings, two whirlwinds flew out, from small to large, and when they reached the valley, they had become hurricanes. "Bang" hit the monster, and immediately knocked the monster on his back.

Qin Qian flew high in the air at this time, he was in the middle of the valley, the sun shone in from behind him, and his shadow shrouded the monsters in the valley. It's like an eagle staring at an insignificant meat worm.

"Uh......" A few of the three hundred elite soldiers on the mountain wall hesitated and made a few sounds.

Then, they saw General Qin reach out and tear off one of the piccolos he was hanging from his waist. It was a black metallic piccolo, very austere-looking, with only a fiery red tassel at the end of the flute. Anyone who has been in the Shuaifu knows that this piccolo does not make a sound, so it is called the cold night snow - silent.

But it's not as cute as it looks - it's General Qin's weapon.

At this moment, the other elite soldiers also came back to their senses, everyone look at me, I look at you, and then the three hundred people all had their hearts in their hearts, and they all rushed to the top of the valley.

Qin Qian only glanced at those elite soldiers, and said with a smile: "I've also learned to be smart." ”

Then, Qin Qian waved his hand holding the piccolo in the air, and the piccolo pierced out two parts that were also pitch black up and down, without flute holes, and the metal structure of the entity. The two protruded and bent inward in the air, and an invisible spirit thread bound them together.

It's not a piccolo, it's a bow.

Snort, snort, sneer.

With a few soft sounds, three clusters of flames danced in the hole, small flames, but completely crimson, the color of blood.

Qin Qian stood tall, holding a bow in his left hand and his right hand lightly resting on the flute hole. His long hair stood up and his fiery red ears fluttered in the sea breeze, and he stood motionless in the air, like a killing god descending from the sky.

"It's a big portion." Qin Qian's voice was smiling, his fingers slashed lightly through the flute hole, three clusters of flames jumped on his fingertips, and as he pulled the bow, the flames condensed in the air, forming an arrow composed entirely of flames.

Qin Qian aimed at the monster that was still spraying corrosive liquid, smiled slightly, and let go of his right hand.

"Boom-"

The rocket, which was originally as thin as a little finger, swelled a hundredfold at the moment of leaving the string, and when it galloped away, it turned into a bird of prey the size of three calves and smashed into the valley overwhelmingly.

"Roar—"

The monster was enveloped in flames, and it struggled to escape, and then the flames rose and spread throughout the valley. The firelight reflected the sky red, and it also reflected Qin Qian in mid-air. The black bow had turned back into a piccolo, and hung obediently and quietly on Qin Qian's waist. Qin Qian's eyes did not have any affection, he quietly looked at the firelight, as if he was caught in a long memory.

It is a burning sacrifice to burn away filth and sin and re-enter the cycle of samsara.

And above the peak of the Twin Claws Valley, three hundred elite soldiers stood on both sides of the valley peak. Among the elite soldiers like javelins, one silently stretched out his paws that were blown cold by the sea breeze and roasted them on the top of the cliff. An elite soldier next to him immediately stretched out his hand and slapped his paw back. The clawed soldier touched his nose and stood back in the javelin position, waiting quietly in the sea breeze for the flames to go out.

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Ling Gu said that if God gave him a chance to do it again, he would definitely not use the agitation method with Bai Yu.

When the light of that magic circle lit up, Ling Gu sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

The black circle was a teleportation circle, and by the way, it had the effect of imprisoning. Ling Gu's eyes lit up dark, and then he found himself in a cave. He stepped on a magic circle under his feet, and his body couldn't move. And, far in front of him, there was an altar and several figures.

Those people were performing some kind of ritual, so no one was going to deal with him, the prey he had been captured, for the time being.

Ling Gu didn't feel like he was trying to survive out loud, so he had to look at this cave. The place was apparently artificially exploited, removing stalactites and filling in the ground to form a huge cavern. The most conspicuous thing in the cave is the altar, followed by the rock dungeon next to it.

The iron door of the rock dungeon was opened, and there was no one inside, but there was a lot of blood on the ground. Although the environment here is harsh, the air quality is unexpectedly good. Ling Gu guessed that this place was not far from the ground, and there should be a vent.

"Hehe......"

Just as Ling Gu was distracted, a person's laughter pulled back his thoughts.

The figure that had been at the altar had appeared in front of him at some point. It was a very old woman, short and thin, with folded skin and loose hanging on bones, looking like a man-eating old witch in a fairy tale.

The old woman was hunched up, and her black robe dragged on the ground, making it feel like a shackle to her. But the way she looked at Ling Gu was very bright, and that look was too different from her appearance, making Ling Gu feel that those eyes were ghost fire in the skeleton.

"Perfect bait,......" the old woman's voice was like a dead branch breaking, but her tone was very intoxicating.

Ling Gu's face was expressionless, and there was only one thought in his heart - Bai Yu, if you don't come again, your son will have no "mother"!