"Trap? No, it's an illusion, an illusion that he did when he was weak-hearted, afraid, and desperate!"

"It doesn't look like a trap, it doesn't look like it, how can anyone be so stupid, deliberately show that he is very well prepared, for fear that the other party will not be prepared!"

"This person, this little guy is scared, he has a weak heart, it must be like this; because he saw that Ben Jiang was strong, he had to make this appearance, the purpose was to make Ben Jiang have a weak heart, how could Ben Jiang be weak? Ben will inherit the grace of God and have to take care of the way of heaven, how can he be afraid of a boy who is a knot, how can he be weak-hearted!"

"Catch him, catch him, refine him, kill him!" the wind howled, mixed with the shouts and howls of the big head, like a yellow-faced woman abandoned by her husband, chattering endlessly.

"Ben was going to skin him and refine his bones and extract his soul, Ben was going to take him"

"Let's catch up first and then talk about whether it's good or not. Ding Dong couldn't stand it anymore and interjected.

"Ben will show you!" replied angrily.

When the chase turns into vindictiveness, when things involve dignity, reason tends to give way, and inwardly, no matter who is in the position of the big head, they cannot accept the result of giving up.

Who is it? Who was it? Even if you are in a cage, even if you can't recover for tens of thousands of years, you can't bear the humiliation of being teased by a nether friar.

Taking 10,000 steps back, the big head can't figure out what he is afraid of?

"Stupid human, suspicious human!" the feeling of loneliness as snow, the big head felt that he must have been infected by humans, and it would not be too boring to come up with such funny and ridiculous thoughts.

There's nothing to say, keep chasing

Things were as the big head had predicted, and when it lifted its spirits again and forced the demon to increase his speed to the limit, the distance between the two sides began to close again, and the young man in white behaved differently than before.

To put it simply. He was scared. I was really scared.

Its posture was no longer as indifferent as before, the expression on its face tightened, and if it weren't for the sake of saving mana, the big head really wanted to spread its mind and sweep its body at all times, admiring the expression that made it feel happy. At this time, it didn't notice that it had actually begun to think about saving mana, and to the point that it was reluctant to use even its divine thoughts.

Then again. It makes no difference whether you use a divine thought or not, the scenery of the Gangfeng layer is monotonous, except for the wind or the wind, in addition to the sharp or the sharp, it seems very boring to spend a lot of energy just to appreciate the other party's expression.

Grab him. "The big head is willing to do this boring thing, but needs to wait.

Waiting is the most irritating thing. The expectation is even more anxious, the time passes, the distance is closer, and unconsciously, the big head forgets everything around him, his expression is distorted, and he is dedicated to chasing the great cause.

"Damn it, this damn human. This damn ant. He can still run, he still runs. Also"

It has forgotten the identity of the other party's oracle, or forced itself to forget, and cursed.

"Damn fool, Ben will make you regret it, Ben will make you beg for mercy, begging for mercy for a day, no, a year! Damn it, you damn man, huh?"

The distance was 20,000 meters, a distance that even the Floating Demon could not attack in its heyday, and the young man in white turned back again.

He looked back at the approaching demons, holding a large bow in his hand, and drew the strings.

A bow and three arrows, like locusts

Arrows like flying locusts are usually described as arrows that are so powerful that they are impossible to resist or at least difficult to resist. But for the big head at this time, this word full of sharp meaning has a new interpretation: like a locust, like a locust, like a locust.

Three locusts.

It's not too powerful, it's too weak, it's like a locust bite, it's not serious at all. When a locust bites, it must be because it has lost its mind and gone crazy, where is it powerful.

It's not bad, it's just disgusting.

"Sin slave, sin slave!"

The screams of the big heads are louder, and they feel more angry and humiliated when they feel funny. It can't help but admit that despite the help of the wind, a bow and arrow that can shoot so far is already the best magic weapon, and maybe even higher. If the other party has the idea of sneaking up or stopping it, and when the two sides get closer to launch it, it may really be able to have some effect, and even cause some injuries to the floating demon.

After all, the floating demon is not as good as it was at the beginning, it is scarred, its vitality is seriously damaged, the injury is almost incurable, the injury is not hurt, it is not good to dodge in the wind, it is not a big deal to carry a few arrows, and it will inevitably hurt the fur.

Hurting the fur is also an injury, as a monk who is able to hurt the floating, the young man in white is proud enough.

Because of this, when the three limp arrows grazed the body of the floating demon again, the big head felt not pride, but humiliation.

"Ben will hesitate, Ben will hesitate because of such a fool, and he will be jealous!

Pursue!

Originally, the idea of the big head, when the two sides approached a certain stage, it should say two good words, at least show its intentions, tell the other party that he is not actually a bad person, and he has no special thoughts about the divine envoy, let alone because of beauty

Don't mention anything, just catch up and talk about it.

The thunder roared again, and the floating demon's body had an arc of electricity jumping, and its speed increased again. The big head was slightly stunned, only to realize that time had passed unconsciously, and even the power of thunder had recovered somewhat.

"One loss and one gain, Ben will be more certain. "Galloping, the big head thought to himself.

The thunder swept through the sky, the howling sound of the Gangfeng weakened, and the figure of the white-clothed young man began to decline, driving the floating demon to drill out of the Gangfeng range one after another. Contrary to the idea of the big head, the reason why Thirteen Lang ascended to the Nine Heavens was not to consume his mana to increase its difficulty, but to get rid of the rest of the possible pursuers.

Although the previous battle was not long, it was shocking, and it was very likely to be detected, as Shisanlang said to Xu Pei, dealing with a floating demon was the limit, and it could no longer be coveted by others. In such a situation, crossing Gangfeng is undoubtedly the wisest choice. Of course, whether the big head can think through this depends on its attitude towards Thirteen Lang.

The same behavior, the meaning of a different way of thinking is completely different. If it is an ambush, this way is a step by step killing machine, if it is to escape for your life, everything before will become a means of no compromise, and even panic.

One person and one demon galloped at high speed, and in the extreme distance ahead, layers of shadows appeared in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching and quite unusual on the land full of silver waves.

Brokeback Mountain is almost here

Brokeback Mountain is a peculiar place.

It's not the name that's peculiar, although its name does surprise Thirteen Lang, and he feels disgusted and even disgusted in his heart. It is said that its original name was Broken Knife Mountain, because its shape resembled a long knife that was cut off by the waist, but the width of this knife was too much, and Mei Shuai felt that it was not enough image, so he changed its name.

"Okay, that's a lot more appropriate. Mei Shuai's face was full of pride.

"So-so. Gongzi Yu pouted vigorously.

Mei Shuai disdained to be angry with him and asked, "What do you know, what does Brother Xiao think?"

"Get out!"

The answer is only one word. Mei Shuai was confused, and couldn't figure out how Thirteen Lang could be so uncultivated.

"Jealousy, this is jealousy!" could not be explained, and Mei Shuai gave a conclusion after groaning, looking quite complacent.

"Brokeback Mountain, many haode names. ”

If this large area of water is like a gourd, the Brokeback Mountain is the knife that falls horizontally, cutting off the gourd at the waist and not being able to do it, but breaking his waist into two.

The mouth is the neck of the gourd, and there are a series of mountains on each side, the height is quite close to each other, more like a plateau with a terrain far higher than the water surface. Its surface is filled with a gray patch of gray and gray cliffs, lifeless.

The land of water, tens of millions of miles of range, only this mountain can be called a mountain, 10,000 meters high and thousands of miles wide, and like the desert Gobi, not a single inch of grass grows.

It is not strange that there are mountains on the earth, but it is a strange thing that a mountain full of dead silence appeared on the land of Mizusawa. However, shijie is so big, and strange people and strange things emerge one after another, how can they ask one by one. No one delved into it, and Brokeback Mountain lay quietly like this, like a thorny and poisonous flower, no one cared about.

Until today

"Sin slave, look for death!"

Two thousand feet away from each other, they finally reached the range of the floating demon that could be played, and the big head couldn't wait to roar out the angry shout that had long been uncontrollable, and the tentacles popped out.

Suffering heavy blows again and again, the body of the floating demon is a few sizes smaller, and the distance that can be reached is no longer as endless as in Surabaya, and the big head moves to deter and intimidate more than attack, just to see the other party's frightened and frightened look, to comfort his long-wounded heart.

The anaconda-like tentacles flicked out, and the white-clothed young man turned around from the demon guard who was so tired that he vomited blood, and his movements were the same as before, opening his bow and pulling the string.

There is only one arrow.

The "stupid human" smacked his tongue with a contemptuous expression, thinking that this was about what humans call the poor skills of donkeys.

The tentacles are fast, the arrows are faster, the floating demon has been shot for so long, and his heart is also very anxious, who cares about this kind of sharp arrow that is only worthy of tickling it, and it hits it head-on.

"Boom!"

It was as if the thunder had been detonated, the roar was earth-shattering, and a blood mist rose and dispersed, like a blood-colored cloud, reflecting the stunned face of the big head.

"Whew!"

The howl was louder than the roar, and the floating demon almost fell from the air, and the tip of the tentacle of several thousand meters was blown away by the raw explosion for a hundred meters, twisting and trembling weakly in the air

It's like being hit by a seven-inch snake.

"It can't be!"

The roar of the big head echoed in the air, and two more sharp mangs flew out one after another, and Thirteen Lang had a sneer on his face, a cold look in his eyes, and arrows like flying locusts.

A locust with tusks and bayonets in its mouth

(To be continued......)