The sound came from poplar wood, hundreds of miles away, urging with mana, and there was a long howl. This is the signal that Yang Mu has agreed with the Golden-winged Eagle in the Tianqing Secret Realm, after all, he has not yet figured it out.

After more than two hundred miles, the Jindan master couldn't use his divine thoughts to detect Yang Mu. Of course, at the sudden sound of a long whistle, the short monk understood that it must be the partner of the golden-winged eagle.

To the excitement of the short monk, he guessed that it was the one who had entered the Heavenly Secret Realm together. The four major sects concluded that Yang Mu could open the Tianqing Secret Realm, and as long as Yang Mu was found, he could enter the Tianqing Secret Realm. This was a great credit to the short friar.

The short monk naturally planned to take this credit alone, the golden-winged eagle in front of him was seriously injured and there was no need to worry, and the unknown monk's cultivation did not know how high, in order to be able to lure out the poplar wood, he deliberately showed mercy to his subordinates and let the golden-winged eagle escape in that direction.

The golden-winged eagle naturally wanted to join the poplar, and after shaking off the short monk, it turned into a bolt of lightning and flew away, and at the moment it didn't care about its own injuries.

Two hundred miles arrived in an instant, and Yang Mu immediately flew into the air, covering himself with the magic method, and he couldn't hide his cultivation, at least he could hide his appearance.

The short monk chased after him, and found that Yang Mu was actually a foundation building junior, so he was even more happy and relieved, and he didn't immediately send out a transmission note, he wanted to take down Yang Mu and the Golden-winged Eagle alone, and make this great achievement.

Yang Mu had already appeared, and there was no need for the short monk to show any mercy, and the magic weapon Bagua Mirror Bagua Rune in his hand was shining brightly, and he shot towards the golden-winged eagle.

The mirror light emitted by this mirror has a restraining effect and interferes with the speed of the golden-winged eagle. The golden-winged eagle suffered a lot of losses along the way, and when it saw the gossip mirror light, it immediately dodged, but it was still crossed by the mirror light, and its right wing was a little weak.

"Kim, hurry up and run, I've already laid a trap ahead. Whether you and I can save our lives or not depends on your speed. Yang Mu Shennian said.

Now the golden-winged eagle began to work hard, covered in blood. Whether it is a monk or a demon beast, burning one's own essence and blood is the last resort.

The speed of the golden-winged eagle skyrocketed tenfold in an instant, and everything returned to its heyday.

"Huh...... The essence and blood burn, it is really desperate. But the old man will let you escape. The short monk was confident that he was in control, and he sacrificed a thunder talisman that did not weaken in the slightest.

Burning essence and blood, it can't be much better, the short man consumes the golden-winged eagle at a discount, and it is better to start later, so let the golden-winged eagle run, anyway, there is a thunder escape, don't worry about being thrown off by the golden-winged eagle.

And the monk on the back of the golden-winged eagle, in the eyes of the short monk, is not to worry, just a foundation building junior.

But the golden-winged eagle didn't plan to hold out for too long, and after it burned its essence and blood for thousands of miles, it arrived quickly, and according to Yang Mu's instructions, it flew towards the Wushan Formation.

"Hey...... I can't hold on. That junior, go back with the old man obediently, and the old man will spare your life. ”

Yang Mu didn't speak, he didn't bother to pay attention to such nonsense. After falling into the formation, let the golden-winged eagle pretend to be half-dead.

In this way, the careless short monk fell into their trap and entered the Wushan Formation.

"Huh...... He's still blind. Because of the proximity, the short monk's powerful divine mind saw Yang Mu clearly.

And Yang Mu also found out that the short monk was just a Jindan early stage of cultivation, but he had accumulated a lot of depth in this realm for many years.

"Say, you have no way to escape, tell the old man how to enter the secret realm of Tianqing. ”

"The method of the Tianqing Secret Realm, good...... The younger generation will tell each other. "Poplar deliberately seduced the short monk.

It was indeed easy to be deceived, and when the short monk heard this, he was shaken and hurriedly approached. But he didn't take a few steps before he fell into the center of the Wushan Formation.

"Array ......" a low roar, and Yang Mu controlled the Wushan formation.

In an instant, the momentum of the mountain surged, and vaguely, a large mountain pressed on the short monk, and the strong pressure came too suddenly, directly crushing him, half-kneeling to support.

"Formation, boy, you want to find a dead ......" The short monk was furious, suffering a loss in front of the Zhuji monk, and the killing intent poured out in an instant.

But at this time, the golden-winged eagle came to life again, and with the assistance of the poplar formation, it was not affected by the formation, and rushed over and interrupted the short monk's spell with its claws.

Then poplar released a large number of night magic moths, and also released the green spirit ghosts to fight together.

After all, the other party is a master of Jindan who has accumulated for many years, Yang Mu did not dare to be careless, and tried his best to kill this person as soon as possible.

"I'm going to kill you...... Ah......" The short monk let out a long rage, and actually lifted the mountain of the Wushan Formation.

Of course, it only lasted for a short time, and a dozen or so night magic moths took the opportunity to emit a pseudo-hole spiral aura, piercing the short monk's shield and piercing his arm.

And when the golden-winged eagle quickly dodged past, it also broke the shield of the short man, causing the phantom powder to invade.

"It's not good, Phantom Fan ......" The short monk is not a Jindan master, and he instantly noticed that his divine thoughts blocked him, which could not stop the power of the mountain, and he was crushed to his knees.

Only then did the short monk look at Yang Mu, urging his natal magic weapon, the gossip mirror, to constantly attack the power of the mountain on his back. At the same time, a protective treasure is sacrificed to form a new sturdy shield.

The Wushan Formation, the strength is not weak. Under the control of Yang Mude, coupled with the maintenance of tens of thousands of middle-level spirit stones, he withstood the counterattack of the Jindan master for a while, and suppressed the short monk heavily.

The poplar itself is under a lot of pressure, and the mana is being consumed rapidly. In the time of 100 breaths, it will be lost by six or seven percent, but fortunately, with spiritual milk, the mana recovers quickly.

The golden-winged eagle's spiritual milk had long been used up, and Yang Mu hurriedly fed a few drops over. If you want to kill this short Jindan master, you have to rely on the golden-winged eagle.

At this moment, the golden-winged eagle had already begun to burn its own demon power, and it had a great loss of the demon pill that had just condensed.

With the sound of a jingling bell, the short monk's treasure tripod, under the ferocious attack of the golden-winged eagle, with the pseudo-cave spiral aura, finally broke. The treasure was shattered, and the short monk had no treasure to protect his body, so he had to stop fighting back and protect himself with the gossip mirror.

Such a short monk was completely on the defensive and unable to fight back, and he could only hope that Yang Mu's mana would not be able to hold on now.

However, how long could the short monk last on his own, and he had already begun to swallow the pill and quickly recover his mana.

And Yang Mu is under a lot less pressure because of the short monk's counterattack, so the mana loss is also small, and with the spiritual milk, he will last longer than the short monk.

The mountain is suppressed, the golden-winged eagle attacks frantically, and the nocturnal moth. The gossip shield formed by the gossip mirror dimmed the aura.

The short monk didn't dare to fight back, and the power of the pseudo-cave spiral aura, coupled with the phantom powder, made him very jealous.

Stalemate like this, Yang Mu didn't want to delay for too long, the short monk had already sent out a transmission note, if he waited until the other monks of the Star Sect arrived, the situation would be reversed in an instant.

Yang Mu was planning to abandon the Wushan Formation and a few second-level nocturnal moths, trap the short monk, and then escape.

But the golden-winged eagle was unwilling, but it also knew that it didn't want to delay for too long, and then it suddenly broke out. After a long roar, the golden-winged eagle was covered in golden light, and all its strength returned to its peak, and the tips of its claws became longer and sharper, and it grabbed it fiercely.

"......No," cried the short monk in despair.

The golden-winged eagle broke out desperately, releasing all its power at the cost of the condensed demon pill self-damage, and the blow finally penetrated the short monk's gossip shield.

Seeing this, Yang Mu immediately let the night phantom moth attack, and then released a large amount of phantom powder.

The sound waves of the nightly phantom moth, the pseudo-cave swirling aura, came one after another, so that the short monk had no time to resist. The gossip mirror was severely damaged by the night phantom moth, and the short monk was also severely injured by this, and sprayed a large mouthful of blood.

At the same time, more than a dozen pseudo-cave spiral spiritual lights generally fell on the short monk who had no resistance, and the blood hole popped in an instant.

The other claw of the two golden-winged eagles destroyed the last of the short monk's resistance.

"Cut ......" Yang Mu roared, and the Wushan array was like a giant sword, slashing down, crushing the body of the short monk alive.

Yang Mu hurriedly let the green spirit ghost go up, and at the same time, the night phantom moth cooperated. The green spirit ghost devoured the short monk's primordial spirit, and even if he was hit by the phantom fan of the nightly magic moth, it took a lot of effort to devour the shorty monk's primordial spirit.

Finally, a Jindan master fell into the hands of Yang Mu, of course, mainly relying on the power of the golden-winged eagle, otherwise Yang Mu would not have the ability to kill a Jindan master at all.

The short monk's soul was extinguished, and Yang Mu hurriedly went up to assist the golden-winged eagle, giving it a dozen drops of spiritual milk, and after a little stabilization, he put the golden-winged eagle into the spirit beast bag.

Cleaning up the battlefield and putting away everything, Yang Mu quickly looked through the short monk's storage bag, took out the symbolic treasure of the Star Lord, and then destroyed the corpse and left quickly.

On the way, Yang Mu tied the symbolic treasure of Xingluomen to the ordinary beast to divert Xingluomon's attention.

Soon, Yang Mu entered the nearby Sanpin Immortal Cultivation Kingdom, but he didn't dare to stay for too long, so he turned to the north and walked quickly, for fear that the monks of the Star Sect would chase after him.

In fact, Xingluomen's reaction speed was much slower than Yang Mu thought, and it was more than half a day before another Jindan master arrived at the place where the fight was fighting.

It took a few days to recover the scattered Star Romans Marker treasure of poplar. After these times passed, Yang Mu had already traveled a long way to the third Sanpin Immortal Cultivation Kingdom.

There was no news from the Star Lord, the only news was the last transmission note of the short monk before his death, and there were only four useful pieces of information about his blindness.

For a long time afterward, Staromon was looking for a blind monk with a golden-winged eagle spirit pet by his side.

After more than half a month, Yang Mu fled to the third immortal cultivation country before he dared to stop and release the golden-winged eagle. The Goldenfinch Eagle was in a terrible condition, and had been badly damaged, so it had to do its best to kill the short monk.

In the current situation, Yang Mu had no choice but to save the life of the golden-winged eagle and let it fall into the realm. Using the elixir in the elixir and the short monk's storage bag, the Golden-winged Eagle was slightly healed.