Dying in the most youthful years may also be a kind of beauty.

Paris thought like this, Liszt didn't care, sooner or later he would study Paris's identity as a black dragon, which has a good inspiration and guidance for the application of dragon magic. The Black Dragon, or the White Dragon, is a bit evil to humans, but it seems to be good for dragons.

According to Paris, if she doesn't change, she will be devoured by the magic of the light dragon and eventually return to the light dragon - the dragon seems to be a way of cultivation, if the little fire dragon Leo can learn to sprinkle three thousand blood drops...... If you create three thousand black dragons, won't you grow fast?

Of course.

For the time being, Liszt has not even finished riding the dragon, and it is still too early to unlock the secret of the black dragon, so he is not in a hurry.

After a night's rest in the harbor town, he rode the colorful whale Rose the next morning and swam to the beach at the southwestern tip of Coral Island, where the purple sand crocodile is its territory.

"I don't know if that demonic beast has preyed on the purple sand crocodile, if the predation is over, it will be empty. ”

The beach where the purple sand crocodile lives is large, but for Liszt, having a magic eye is equivalent to equipping radar, and it is easy to spot the whereabouts of the purple sand crocodile.

It is lurking in the sea at the edge of the beach, and it has not yet been preyed.

Liszt didn't bother it, just waited aside: "Where is that high-level demonic beast?" The field of vision searched around, but there was no high-level demonic beast that the smoke task prompted.

Fortunately, he has enough patience.

It's two hours.

At three poles in the sun, the purple sand crocodile finally couldn't stay in the sea anymore and began to climb to the shore. There are many unknown miscellaneous trees growing on the beach in this area, and the purple sand crocodile has a large range of activities, crawling all the way down the beach to the depths of the woods. Liszt motioned for Rose to wait on the shore, and he hurried to follow the purple sand crocodile.

A moment later.

The purple sand crocodile crossed the sand and muddy ground and tumbled into a swampy lake, its huge body quickly merging with the silt, leaving only one head on the water, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

Liszt climbed a big tree not far away and acted as a hunter in "Praying Mantis Catches Cicada, Yellow Sparrow Follows", waiting for the high-level magical beast to come.

Flash.

When noon came, the purple sand crocodile did not hunt the prey, it was still waiting, and the figure of the high-level demonic beast still did not appear. Liszt was still not in a hurry, he took out the prepared lunch, and ate it on the tree—he usually eats delicately and enjoys the meal, which does not mean that he cannot endure hardship.

It's just a little unaccustomed to it.

Dine in the castle and be clean, wipe your hands and drink a glass of wine after a dish, and keep your demeanor tidy while not letting the flavor of the previous dish mix with the next dish. When eating in the wild, you can only do it yourself, your hands are greasy, and it is not convenient to taste wine.

In short, the taste of the food and the atmosphere of the meal should be greatly reduced.

Gradually.

The sun began to deflect.

Liszt, leaning against the trunk of the tree, was so dazed that he almost dozed off. At this moment, he used his magic eye to habitually glance around, and was suddenly startled. I don't know when, on the edge of the swamp, there was a behemoth outlined by cyan magic.

It is in the shape of a bird, hidden in the bushes on the edge of the swamp.

Dissipating the Eye of Magic, Liszt, who was in high spirits, observed this high-level Wind Attribute Demonic Beast with his naked eyes - compared to the surrounding trees, the ten-meter-tall tree had just reached its neck, that is, it was standing at a height of more than ten meters. The gray-brown feathers, not looking at the head and neck, resemble a large bird like a crane stork.

However, looking at its thick neck and the huge head on its neck, it is far from a crane stork.

In particular, the huge beak of the bird, flaxen colored and covered with brown spots, looks like a giant boot.

This reminded Liszt of the stupid and cute big bird he had seen in an online video - the whalehead stork. The whalehead stork in the video, when feeding it small fish, actually fell out of its mouth several times, it is really stupid, no wonder it is said to be about to become extinct.

The high-level magical beast in front of him is obviously not comparable to the whale-headed stork, although it has a similar appearance, its posture and momentum are not angry and arrogant, and the rich cyan magic power also shows its strength.

Just stand in the bushes.

Motionless.

His eyes stared sharply at the purple sand crocodile in the swamp, without blinking.

Hour by hour......

"Just call you the boot-billed stork, the beak of the bird does look like a boot, and the body is like a crane stork, coupled with the huge size, this name sums up everything you are all about. Liszt was bored with naming the big bird, and by the time he had finished naming it, it was getting dark.

For a few hours this afternoon, the purple sand crocodile still did not wait for its prey, and the boot-billed stork still stood in the bushes, waiting patiently.

I have to say.

The patience of animal predation is indeed very strong.

Let him can't help but give birth, go to drive a prey himself, rush to prey on the purple sand crocodile, and then lead the boot-billed giant stork to hunt the purple sand crocodile. Or, just be irritable, just rush over and fight the boot-billed giant stork, no matter what kind of high-level magical beast it is, just hunt it down.

"Forget it, it's better to wait, there's plenty of time, there's no need to take risks. ”

The thought just fell.

The scene turned into elbows and armpits, and only a few snorting and humming pig cries were heard, and two fat Thundertooth wild boars came running, and with several small Thundertooth wild boars, began to advance towards the swampy area. The Thunder Tooth Boar is a low-level magical beast with a thunder attribute that will release magic - Lightning Strike.

At Thorn Ridge, Liszt had cooperated with the knights to hunt the Thundertooth boar - it was rough and thick, and it was a bit difficult to deal with.

As soon as these Thundertooth boars entered the swamp, they began to roll in the mud in the swamp, humming and humming and having fun, not knowing that they were approaching death. Finally, a big thunder-toothed wild boar rolled not far in front of the purple sand crocodile, and in the next second, the purple sand crocodile pounced suddenly.

With a huge mouth, he bit the Thundertooth Boar, twisted his body fiercely, and smothered the Thundertooth Boar into the swamp.

"Humph!"

"Aang!"

The rest of the Thundertooth boars fled in a panic, but the purple sand crocodile didn't care about them at all, just this one-ton Thundertooth boar was enough for it to enjoy a big meal. But like the Thundertooth Boar, the Purple Sand Crocodile doesn't realize that it's not at the top of the food chain.

Just when it was a little numb from the lightning and had to surface the swamp because it was constantly releasing lightning strikes from the struggling Thundertooth Boar, the boot-billed giant stork, which had been standing in the bushes for a long time, attacked quickly.

The wings are open, the legs are long, and the huge boot-shaped beak of the bird has reached out with the body like lightning, and it has begun to peck at the head of the purple sand crocodile.

In its beak, there is also a huge fireball brewing, this is a high-level magic - super large fireball, every time it pecks the head of the purple sand crocodile, the super large fireball will hit once, and the head of the purple sand crocodile is almost burned. When the wings flapped, another high-level magic was unleashed, the Flame Slash, which slashed at the body of the purple sand crocodile.

The purple sand crocodile hurriedly shook off the half-dead thunder-toothed boar, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out his high-grade magic, the water wave shield, and put a piece of armor on himself. Then unleash the high-level magic - water arrows to shoot back, and fight back against the boot-billed stork, as an intermediate magical beast, it is bigger than the boot-billed stork.

The momentum of the counterattack is also very ferocious.

But it can't change fate.

The boot-billed stork moves quickly, flickering and moving, constantly releasing all kinds of magic, such as fireballs, fire rings, flame slashes, oversized fireballs, flame tornadoes, and fire snakes...... It was like a moving spell turret, mercilessly striking at the purple sand crocodile, and finally blasted through the water wave shield and beat the purple sand crocodile to a scorching body.

The huge beak continued to peck at the head of the purple sand crocodile, and its purpose was clear, it was to smash open the head of the purple sand crocodile - the purple sand crocodile's skin was too thick, and its magic barbecue was obviously not able to roast the other party.

"Woo-goo-goo......"

The purple sand crocodile wailed in pain, and no matter how much it rolled, it was powerless to stop the boot-billed stork from opening a hole in its head, and soon, with a click, the skull cracked, and even the brain sputtered out.

The wailing gradually stopped, and only simple twitching remained of the body.

The boot-billed stork shook its wings and let out a strange cry of satisfaction, ready to enjoy the day's feast in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Whew!"

Liszt, who was standing on a tree and watching the wonderful predation scene, jumped off the branch. Suddenly pulled out the big sword, activated the dragon fighting qi in his body, and stepped on his legs, like a sharp arrow rising into the air. Wrapped in a huge dragon fighting spirit, he performed a trick in "Red Sun Rising and Burning", "The Sunset Falls".

and the sunset that has disappeared in the sky, reflecting each other, swooping down and falling towards the boot-billed giant stork.

Right now!

The praying mantis hunted the cicada, the oriole hunted the praying mantis again, and it was the hunter's turn to make a gorgeous appearance!