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The strange mutant flowers made Song Zheng interested in the cliff. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is it because the flower itself is mutated to be special, or is it due to the special environmental influence of the cliff?

Song Zheng had the urge to study it, he walked over, stood on the edge of the flower, cautiously poked his head out, and looked down the cliff.

In order to prevent something from really coming out from below to attack him, he had made all the preparations, the iron pot was in front of him, and the dragon bone sword could be slashed out at any time.

However, the danger did not appear, and there were no white bones or thick octopus tentacles emerging from the bottom of the cliff, and the wind and waves were calm.

"It's all fog. Song Zheng was a little regretful.

It's nice that there is no danger, but I haven't found it.

The thick fog blocked his view, and he couldn't see anything below the cliff.

Song Zheng shook his head, regretfully withdrew his gaze, and went to study the flower again.

At this moment, in the thick fog under the cliff, a pillar of light suddenly shot out!

With a sudden, he flew into the sky grazing Song Zheng's right hand.

Song Zheng was so frightened that he jumped back, and he took several steps backwards in a row, almost sitting on the ground.

He finally managed to stand firm, and when he looked up at the light again, he could no longer see it.

"Is that real? Song Zheng didn't believe his eyes a little, but he had been using his spiritual power to perceive, and he hadn't found any energy reflection at all.

Song Zheng looked at the cliff, and felt that it was probably not simple to go down the cliff.

Would you like to go down and have a look?

He was caught in a fierce ideological struggle.

What if there is danger if you go down? If you don't go down and go back, won't this trip be in vain? Will the ancient master be under the cliff?

A barrage of questions tortured his decision.

Song Zheng was not a timid person after all, and after some psychological construction, he made the decision to go down and take a look.

Walking back and forth along the edge of the cliff, Song Zheng found a lot of vines and plants as he wished.

These vines, like plants elsewhere, have grown wildly in the apocalyptic environment, and have become thick, long, and very resilient.

After finding the thickest ones and putting them together, Song Zheng pulled them hard, and found that they were really strong, so he grabbed the vines with confidence and climbed backwards to the bottom of the cliff.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the fog.

After Song Zheng entered the dense fog, he found that the visibility had become very low, and he could only see a few meters away at the farthest, and then everything was white, and he couldn't see anything.

So he turned on spiritual perception, wanting to replace the function of the eye, and then found that spiritual perception was also limited here.

The spiritual perception that had been compressed to a range of five hundred meters in the forest was compressed again in this dense fog, and it could only cover a range of one hundred meters.

This made him feel terrified, and he hurriedly put down the speed of the down.

Song Zheng climbed more than thirty meters below the cliff, took out a big stone he had picked up before, threw it down, and then stopped moving, waiting to hear the sound of the stone falling to the ground.

After waiting for a long time, I finally heard a small splash sound.

It seemed that there was water under this cliff, either a river or a lake, and according to the time when the stones fell and the laughter of the sound of the water, he judged that the bottom of the cliff should be at least two or three thousand meters from the ground.

On flat ground, two or three thousand meters is not too far, and according to his physical fitness, he will run to the finish line in a few minutes.

But this distance becomes very rare when you go underground.

Song Zheng understood that this was a road that could be very difficult, and there were dangers that could arise at any time. In order to find the ancient master and explore the secrets, he also fought hard, and continued to drag the rattan step by step.

After walking for dozens of meters, Song Zheng suddenly felt a palpitation, and he hurriedly climbed up the cliff, as if a cake was slapped on the cliff.

Although there was no reason for this palpitation, and there was no change in his mental perception, he did not forget the pillar of light that he encountered when he was on the cliff.

As expected, as expected, Song Zheng had just stuck to the cliff, and a thick pillar of light passed by him and rushed into the sky.

When the pillar of light brushed by, he felt a huge pressure, a great danger, so that he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't turn into a piece of paper to avoid the impact of the pillar of light.

Although he didn't turn into a piece of paper in the end, the pillar of light allowed him to dodge.

And he understood one thing, the reason why his spiritual perception and the existence of the pillar of light could not be perceived was not because the pillar of light had no energy reflection, but because the energy reflection of the pillar of light had broken the table.

It is completely beyond the scope of spiritual perception, so spiritual perception naturally cannot be detected. It's like a human ear can't hear ultrasound.

After calculating the time interval between the two pillars of light, it was about half an hour, and Song Zheng took advantage of the fact that the pillars of light had just flown away, and hurriedly accelerated the speed of going down the cliff.

Phew!

An eagle roar made Song Zheng slow down and begin to be on alert.

The eagle that haunts such a mysterious cliff may not be an ordinary eagle.

Song Zheng wrapped the vines around his waist a few times, holding the dragon bone sword in one hand and the iron pot in the other, ready for battle.

Sou!

Narrowed down the scope of the spiritual perception, and as soon as he sensed the appearance of an energy reflection, the eagle flew in front of him.

It was a mountain eagle, the size of a cow, with two wings outstretched, a length of more than ten meters, and it was definitely a terrifying big guy.

On the head of the mountain eagle, a pinch of golden hair is very conspicuous, and its beak and talons have obviously become the core of energy, emitting a silver light, shining.

This is a cyborg beast, at least level two.

Song Zheng was like a great enemy, and all five spiritual power tentacles were released, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The target of the mountain eagle is Song Zheng, and the swift speed is not at all something that the eye can capture.

The next second it was still a hundred meters away, and in the blink of an eye, the talon appeared a foot away from his chest.

Song Zheng didn't have time to think about it, and pushed the iron pot to his chest.

There was a jingle sound in the clouds, followed by Song Zheng's scream.

The speed of the mountain eagle was too fast, the strength was too great, and although the iron pot blocked the attack of the eagle claw, the huge power was poured nowhere, and it was all borne by Song Zheng's body.

The iron pot slapped on Song Zheng's chest, Song Zheng's back slapped on the cliff and rock, he spit out a mouthful of blood, his chest was tight and short of breath, and two bones were broken!

"Good afternoon! This eagle is so powerful, I'm going to die today." Song Zheng was hit head-on and was in danger.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Song Zheng quickly turned his mind in his mind, hoping to find a way to deal with the mountain eagle, but before he could think of it, the mountain eagle came again.