Hearing the shouts of the pretty fairy girl, Beigong did not hesitate, opened his mouth, and took a bite.

That's right, Beigong really fucking dares.

With a click, only half of the Wuzi Heavenly Prayer Drum was left.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of crying all around us.

The cry was very strange, it sounded like a lot of people were crying, but it was clearly the same voice.

And I can't be sure of the exact location of this cry, there are all directions, and the crying is so sad, full of pain and unwillingness.

Who's crying?

I didn't cry, neither did the pretty fairy girl, and the immortals who were reluctant to follow me just watched all this from a distance and didn't make any sound.

After looking at it for a while, I finally came to the conclusion that it was......

"Wuzi praying for the heavenly drum....... ........ cry," I muttered.

Beigong ignored the people present, like a monster that had been hungry for a long time, holding the Wuzi prayer drum in his hand, and kept chewing heavily.

In this process, Qiao Xian Gu only dared to stand in the distance and watch, no longer silent.

It was only at this time that I saw clearly that Beigong was like an old man who had been lying on his back, and he kept bending over anytime and anywhere.

But whether it was intentional or not, I can't say for sure, it may be that the things on its back are too heavy and bend its waist.

On its back, there is something resembling the shape of a turtle shell, and the color and texture of the pattern are very close to the gray rock that can be seen everywhere.

However, this rock-like object has an indescribable dead air, as if even its body had died, and all that can be felt is grayness, decay, and all kinds of negative emotions.

Beigong's body didn't scare me, but seriously, this turtle shell on its back did scare me.

To confront this incomprehensible object is to look directly at death, substantial death.

I took a few steps back uncontrollably, and an irrepressible fear arose in my heart, and only by looking away at the rest of Beigong, or looking at the pretty fairy girl, could I calm down a little.

After a while, the Wuzi Prayer Drum, who was used as food by Beigong, cried bitterly and howled, and was gradually devoured by it.

I once thought about the fate of the Wuzi prayer drum.

Maybe it fell into the hands of the old religion and continued to bring disaster to the world, or maybe it fell into the hands of Song Butian, otherwise, it was buried in the loess again and never saw the light of day.

But I never imagined that the witch who became a spirit would end up like this.

At this time, Beigong seemed to be full, touched his stomach, and made a mumbling sound from his mouth.

I can't tell if it's a kind of language, it sounds like a normal person muttering when they're drunk, or rather, it's a bit like the sound of muttering in their dreams while asleep.

It's weird.

Because of this sound, I've never heard it in the mouths of creatures like the Brain Monster, the Nine Gods, or the Erbi Body.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Beigong suddenly turned around, looked directly at me, raised his thin fingers, and scratched his face.

"You...... You actually ate the drum I wanted....... How bold you are!! Pretty Fairy Gu roared angrily.

Beigong didn't take Qiao Xiangu in his eyes at all, and was yelled at by her, but there was no reaction.

It looked at me, walked up to me a few steps, and gently placed its palm on my shoulder.

I don't know why, when Beigong touched me, I only felt relieved, and I couldn't say it.

A strange and illogical sense of intimacy quietly took root and spread in my heart.

"Run......." I whispered, my expression extremely sincere, "although their descendants can't hurt you....... But if you use the power of the black-robed king........"

On Beigong's face, the mouth outlined by black paint was slightly curved upward, as if showing a smile.

Before I could react, I heard a screech, and a black object shaped like a disc flew straight towards Beigong's head.

At that moment, I could clearly see that the thing was thrown by the pretty fairy girl.

I have to say that this girl has a lot of hands, and nine times out of ten she has practiced hidden weapons, and she is first-class in terms of strength and accuracy.

With a muffled bang, Beigong's head was deflected by the thing.

The thing that was used as a secret weapon by Qiao Xian Gu did not fall down, but was embedded in Beigong's head.

It was then that I realized that it was a hexagonal black metal object.

It looked like it was made of iron, but I knew that iron couldn't make that heavy color.

There are some text-like totems on the surface, and I looked at it, but I couldn't find half of the patterns I knew, and even before that, I had never seen them.

From the place where it was hit, a lot of things like cobwebs poured out from the wound, and the whole body was blackened, spreading in all directions from the wound........

At the same time, Beigong also let out a painful wail, raised his hands high, tightly covered the wound on his head, and kept hissing.

A salty, damp fishy smell, like the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp, immediately came from Beigong's wound.

I subconsciously jumped up, trying to jump up and help Beigong pull out the hidden weapon, but the moment I touched it, there was an electric shock-like tingling sensation that I almost didn't scream.

It hurts, it hurts.

The indescribable pain was at first confined to my fingertips, but it was very fast, almost instantaneous, and spread to all my limbs.

I don't know what kind of pain Beigong has suffered, it should be similar to mine, or even more painful than me.

If it weren't, it wouldn't have howled in pain.

"I see that the magic weapon lent to me by my master is very useful." Qiao Xian Gu sneered: "To deal with the scum of the old days like you, it is enough to use magic weapons, and other powers do not need to be ........"

Before the pretty fairy girl finished speaking, Beigong opened his mouth wide, roared in pain, and grabbed the black metal plate with his right hand, pulled it out hard, and forced it out of his head.

A lot of clear mucus, perhaps the blood of Beigon.

As the black metal plate left its head, the liquid spurted out of the wound with a foul stench, exaggerated like a fountain.

But soon, the wound on the back of Beigon's head began to heal.

It's like a physical Gu helping me heal my wounds, it's healing at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

The pretty fairy girl is in big trouble.

Not only did I know this, but even the pretty fairy girl herself felt it, and her tone of voice was panicked.

"No....... No way....... Master Zizi said....... This fake seal can restrain you........" Pretty Fairy Gu said as she began to retreat uncontrollably.

Beigong turned around abruptly and stared straight at Qiao Xiangu, his mouth opened wide and did not close, and a howl full of madness began to come out of Beigong's mouth.

Without any warning, Beigong was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, rushing straight towards the pretty fairy girl, the two slender and withered arms were constantly waving, and the fingers that seemed to be boneless and fragile had also turned into beast-like claws at this moment, tense and tight, and the fingertips were flashing with cold light.

Qiao Xian Gu didn't dare to hesitate, and she didn't have the intention of continuing to do anything with Beigong, so she turned around and ran into the mountains and forests.

It can be said that the speed at which she ran away was even faster than the speed at which she had chased the Wuzi Heavenly Drum before, even much faster.

Beigong didn't plan to let go of Qiao Xiangu, it was angry, that kind of anger was extreme, and it couldn't wait to swallow Qiao Xiangu's anger alive, even I could feel it.

When I caught up with Beigon, I was busy keeping up.

I'm not trying to help it, of course I don't have the ability to help it, I'm just worried that Beigong will be carried away by anger and accidentally let Qiao Xian Gu and Mr. Old Sect give it a.

In this case, I can only serve as a reminder at most.

"This can run enough........ How can you still have the strength to run........." I followed behind for half a minute, muttering in my heart.

Not long ago, when she was chasing the Wuzi Heavenly Drum, most of her physical strength should have been consumed, and even if she could run at this time, she shouldn't run so fast.

Could it be that Beigong has too much oppression on her??

Along the way, the sound of the pretty fairy girl's running, the roar of Beigong, and the loud sound of Beigong breaking those trees when he ran.......

All the voices were entangled together, resounding throughout the entire Black Dragon Mountain.

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