But my uncle suddenly raised his hand and pushed me forward with great force.

I was unsuspectingly pushed, stumbled a few steps forward, and immediately turned back to look at my uncle.

We found that in the originally dim mid-air, a group of black crows floated above our heads like a big dark cloud.

The little uncle's body was squatting hard, but he pinched out a strange hand in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was "exorcising ghosts".

However, after his strange behavior, instead of flying away, the crows got closer.

These big crows swooped down on the little uncle with a black air, and the little uncle was directly thrown to the ground by a big crow.

I hurriedly rushed over, thinking of the bloodline of the demon hunter that the boar spirit had told me, I shook my hand fiercely, and the wound in my palm that had not healed opened again, gushing blood, I raised my hand and waved my hand at those crows, and the blood splashed out like raindrops.

"Quack, quack!"

The crows fluttered their wings, and if they really didn't dare to come any closer, I squatted down to help my little uncle.

I was stunned and looked at the black shadow and found that it was a giant crow more than a meter high, with a silver-gray beak and blood stains on the corners of its pointed mouth.

Looking at it like this, it was said to be a crow, more like a Dapeng bird, and I couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Demon hunter?" It looked at me, and a sharp voice came from its mouth: "Okay, today, Uncle Ben can finally take revenge." ”

It was about to approach, and I raised my palm to it and shouted, "Don't come, or I?" ”

"Hmph, baby! You haven't cultivated yet, have you? The blood in your body is still good at dealing with inferior spirits, and if you want to kill Uncle Ben, it's impossible to do it! After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and came at me with a murderous spirit.

I looked at it with dirt on its body, thinking that this thing in front of me might be a monster that was suppressed under this Yongshan Mountain, and I suddenly chuckled in my heart.

Because, presumably, it is right, and it will not fear my blood if it walks according to its ways.

I hurriedly turned sideways and protected my little uncle in my arms, blaming myself for being useless, and I was afraid that I would die here with my little uncle today.

"Poof!"

A few seconds later, instead of the crow's fierce attack, there was a loud noise.

I looked around in astonishment, and saw the dragon king in a blue robe, who had appeared and stood beside me.

"Stubborn enough, I'm going to die, and I don't even ask for this gentleman." He lowered his blue eyes and stared at me and my uncle.

"Damn, you dare to play tricks!" The crow's voice came again, and then I heard the fluttering of wings getting closer.

"You, you, you be careful!" I yelled at the Dragon King.

The dragon king, however, looked lazy, and when the black shadow approached, he suddenly raised his hand, and the sleeve robe brushed lightly against the crow's face, and the crow seemed to have been drained of all its strength and fell to the ground.

"Evil beast, don't get out of here!" The dragon king doesn't seem to want to get entangled with it.

The crow on the ground suddenly raised its face, looked at the dragon king, and then shouted excitedly: "Ah! His Royal Highness the Dragon Monarch! Hey, it's really His Royal Highness the Dragon Monarch! The small, the small one is Lingwu! ”

"Lingwu?" The dragon king stared at the crow with calm eyes, as if he hadn't remembered it for a while.

"Hey, Dragon Jun, you are really ruthless, more than three hundred years ago, the little one was one of your attendants." The big crow was so excited that he almost didn't step forward to hug the dragon king, and he didn't have the murderous aura he had before.