The roar continues, every moment there are fierce beasts fall to the ground, the huge body violently hits the ground, as if it is an earthquake, shocking, if you can see such a spectacular side in the outside world and layer, the dense fierce beasts are overwhelming, not only fighting on the ground, even the sky has blood scattered, pieces of feathers that seem to be big leaves have fallen, crystal blood droplets are brilliant, as if they are blood diamonds, with poignant colors.

"Phew. A heart-rending cry resounded all over the four fields, and a yellow cloud exploded in mid-air, revealing a yellow cloud eagle, bleeding all over his body, Yin Hong's blood seemed to be a rain of blood, and he fell rapidly with a faint fragrance.

"Roar. A low roar shook the clouds away, and a golden lion with wings waved its wings and rushed down with the trail of the cloud eagle's fall.

Not only that, but the birds in the distance spread their wings and attacked one after another, the wind was rolling, the air was torn, and the momentum was terrifying.

The fierce beasts on the ground were not willing to be lonely, and they jumped up one after another, trying to snatch a bite of flesh.

Suddenly, with the fall of the cloud eagle, a fierce beast tore up, messing around, hissing constantly, there was no fancy magical power, only the most primitive bite and collision.

Suddenly, a green blood gushed out, but the head of a poisonous frog was cut off by the wings of a yellow crane, and the yellow crane rushed forward without looking back, colliding with a black ink butterfly, and suddenly the yellow clouds rolled and the black mist shrouded it.

"That's the Flying Lion, rumored to be the descendant of the Golden Lion Beast, although not as brave as his ancestors, but it is also a favorite mount of the gods, and it is rare to see it in the Great Wilderness. A girl with a moon mark on her eyebrows spoke softly, with some emotion.

When everyone heard this, they looked at it, and a golden lion opened his eyes, bit the head of the cloud eagle, and devoured the spirit pill of the cloud eagle in a moment, and the golden light was even stronger, but at this time, several fierce beasts crashed into the flying lion, and the roar continued, and there was blood flowing on the side of the flying lion's body, and the golden blood exuded fragrance, attracting more fierce beasts to rush here.

"Roar. The lion was unwilling, and roared violently, but to no avail, and in a moment it was overwhelmed by the fierce beasts, but in the continuous fighting, several birds also fell to the ground.

However, in a moment, not long after the cloud eagle's body landed, there was only a pile of white bones left, and it was vaguely visible that in the huge body, the sternum was all broken, and the head was even more broken, and there were bursts of yellow mist in the Tianling Platform, which was where the elixir was.

However, Yun Ying is not alone, because the flying lion that attacked it is also in a different place at this time, and its golden fur is stained with blood at this time, and as soon as the flying lion falls, it is eaten by many fierce beasts on the ground, making a pile of white bones.

It was a chain reaction, and the more powerful the beast, the faster it died, but after a while, after the cloud eagle and the flying lion, the powerful murderers died one after another.

"That's the black ink butterfly, it's a different species of colorful butterflies, good at treasure hunting, powerful combat power, can fly in the turbulence of space, if you can have this different species as a mount, the world can go to it, it's a pity. Someone sighed, looking at the black blood scattered in the sky, like ink, shining with luster, and a faint fragrance came out, but when a thin black butterfly wing floated out of the black mist, the person's eyes were gloomy, and his heart was full of regret.

When Mu Ming looked at the half of the stump wings, he really thought that his mother was leaving on a colorful butterfly, although it was not a black ink butterfly species, but at this time, when he saw this black ink butterfly falling, he still felt a little sad in his heart.

The black wings fluttered slightly, but a wasp snatched them away in a flicker.

Mu Ming was shocked in his heart, secretly saying what kind of murderous thing, one by one stinger barbs, the black luster shone, extremely sharp, but it was slender, making people's scalp numb, and what was even more terrifying was that after the cold air came out there, it made people uneasy.

"This is a wasp, also known as the poisonous god bee, but it is not a pure breed, it is rumored that God once had a wasp that fell into the yang water, but this wasp was not grateful, but stung God a stinger, but the divine power ginseng creation, there is no discomfort, God wanted to kill it, so as not to harm the world, but God compassion is not easy to practice, so he will be left around, this bloodline has been extremely mixed, can not be compared with my big thunder sound temple one. While Mu Ming was thinking about it, the little monk turned around and said, Mu Ming looked at the little monk when he heard this, and the two of them had finished chatting, and they all looked at it intently.

Not only that, but the rest of the people also looked at the battle in the distance, and they were all shocked.

"You monk temple really dare to raise, don't worry about falling asleep, that big insect flies out and stings you?"

Kikina glanced at Seven Kills strangely, and his scalp was a little numb.

"Hehe, how come, that wasp is the mountain god of the Great Leiyin Temple, and I rode on him every day when I was a child. The little monk said proudly.

This time, it was the turn of the Seven Killings to look at the little monk strangely, and secretly said ** in his heart.

"Every fierce beast here is rare to see in the wilderness, and every one of them has the possibility of turning into a spirit, but this is the case here, it is worse than grass mustard, I don't know who has such a big deal to keep these fierce beasts in captivity. Kina's heart is a little complicated, a little shocked, some regretful, some sympathetic, and more of a thing that he can't explain.

If these fierce beasts live in the great wilderness, they can dominate one side for a long time, but here they are the existence of sacrifices, providing other beings as flesh and blood, and cannot dominate their fate, but they are fighting each other for a little flesh and blood to lose their nature.

"It was a multicolored parrot, and it also fell. "Some people regret that this parrot is good at learning, and its talent has been passed on, and all kinds of magical powers have been passed down in its blood.

When Mu Ming heard this, he also sighed in his heart, and saw a parrot that was only the size of a palm shining with five brilliances all over his body, which was extremely beautiful, but at this time, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his beautiful feathers were stained with blood.

"That's the eight-eyed cow, the mountain god of my clan, can't it. It was a few teenagers from the Shenyang clan who were roaring, but they could only watch as the fuel-efficient eight-eyed sacred cow was devoured by a black bear.

The scene is extremely bloody, several teenagers have bloodshot eyes in the corners of their eyes, glaring angrily, but their hearts are extremely painful, although the eight-eyed cow is not supported by that clan, but it is the same clan, love the house and the black naturally can't bear to be devoured by the black bear, but at this time a few people did not dare to stop it, the altar within a radius of cyan air flow, as if isolating this place, those fierce beasts did not approach, rushed out at this time, the runes on the body shining, will be torn apart by those fierce beasts.

"The rumored descendants of the nine-tailed fox, if they cultivate to the realm of transforming gods, they can open the nine-tails, but after all, they will still die. Wang Yuan was silent in a box, but at this time, he was also emotional, and his heart was inexplicable.

Everyone looked, a snow-white five-tailed fox with five tails stained with blood, there were their own and others, at this time the white fox fell to the ground violently, the fragrance of the body was even better, one by one the vulture flew in, stayed on its corpse, the blood flew away, the snow-white fur seemed to be soaked, Yin Hong's blood flowed like a stream.

The sky that was originally glowing with golden light somehow had an extra layer of blood red, which made this world more poignantly beautiful, and most of the fierce beasts that seemed to be killed and injured unconsciously, and those who could survive were nothing more than absolutely powerful, or they were weak and pitiful, and they could only hide.

With the death of a fierce beast bleeding, everyone's awe of the murderer has also weakened, no matter how powerful it is, the fierce god with that kind of fear in his eyes when he dies will also have, or even worse, some are just emotional about the fragility of life, if they change positions, how will they face it, Mu Ming's heart is inexplicable, and others are too, even the little monk is silent.

"Amitofu, my Buddha is compassionate. The little monk whispered the Buddha's words, and then chanted the beads, and the scriptures in his mouth spit out, as if he was exceeding, and Mu Ming only felt that an inexplicable Taoist rhyme flowed with those runes, floating into the distance.

Looking at it, everyone was silent, there was life passing every moment, a yellow crane that was still arrogant one moment ago, the next moment it was torn apart, only blood was scattered, turning into blood rain to dot the ground, making the originally red ground even more poignant, the wasp that was originally surrounded by poisonous fog was swallowed into the belly by a purple finch in an instant, and the thunder leopard that could shake off dozens of fierce beasts with a roar was originally opened, and only one head rolled on the ground the next moment.

It seems that all life is worthless at this moment, the grass mustard is not as good, about an hour has passed, the original dense beasts are nearly less than two, everyone feels the same in their hearts, but fortunately, the altar where everyone is is quiet is quiet, and the needle can be heard, but Mu Ming's heart is empty but drifted into the distance, why hasn't Lin Fang come?

In the distant sky, a rune-covered blue vacancy is quietly suspended in the clouds at this time, without waving its wings to stay in the clouds, the blue halo on the body appears, resisting the wind, but there is a girl sitting cross-legged on the peacock's wide back, at this time the girl's face is unbearable, looking at the blood flowing below, the girl did not rush down, but watched quietly, the girl knew that she couldn't stop it, so she watched it all happen.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a young man in white behind him had several children in white who followed the young man to look at the scene in front of him, the bloody scene made several people uncomfortable, but the young man was calm, but he didn't know what was in his heart.

A young man who was as calm as a mountain and moon sat on a Di Jiaolong, but at this time, this Di Jiaolong gave birth to flesh wings, and his body was even larger, and his whole body was bloody, as if he was soaked in blood, and the evil aura was pervasive, but the young man was forked hands and chest, looking at the battle in the distance, Di Jiaolong under him was constantly eating, and the food was a fierce beast body all over the ground.

In the bone domain, there is occasionally a figure shuttling, either avoiding fierce beasts, or cultivating, pulling the power of qi and blood, all of them are strong, but in the face of so many fierce beasts, these people are more and more careful, and some people are teleported out without paying attention.

Slowly, it seems that everything has come to an end, and no one has been teleported out, and the fight of those fierce beasts is much less, but all the fights are earth-shattering, as if the previous ones were warmed up.