At the moment when Thirteen Lang accelerated away, several things happened in the valley almost at the same time.

First of all, after the eagle group killed most of the demon spirits and demon generals, they discovered the changes in Thirteen Lang, and they became more and more angry, and the pursuit became tighter.

Then Yan Huihui and the others realized that they had been fooled, and Tie Qing turned into the air with a blue face, ready to kill that scourge at all costs.

zuihou is person in the cave realized that he was also fooled, and that young master lei was actually only one person, uh, and there was a follower demon cultivator.

After waking up, a chill rose in everyone's hearts at the same time.

In the presence of many great monks, the situation on the battlefield was manipulated by a minor monk who single-handedly created a situation of equal strength with negligible liliang for both sides to fight.

What about himself?

His business is not finished yet, according to the Jihua revealed by Yamu, Thirteen Lang is responsible for leveling the four Yuan Infants, at least not letting them come back.

At this moment, everyone has an account in their hearts, the strength of Yan Huihui and others, who were originally dominant, continues to weaken, and there are three new Yuan Babies in the cave mansion, which can be taken advantage of.

This was a good result for both communities, but in fact it could have been better than it is now.

At this time, if Thirteen Lang gave up the young eagle, entered the cave to hide and joined the teams of the two clans, once the golden silk eagle became serious, the two monks under Yan Huihui would not be able to escape its spiritual sense. In that case, the monks in the cave will be able to truly benefit and become zuihou, and the perfect winner.

Thirteen Lang didn't do that, he took the Eagle Group away to deal with the other four monks, that is, he would rather bear the pressure of the Eagle Group himself, but also fight inside and outside the cave, with real swords and real guns.

He wanted to kill all of Yan Huihui's team. The monks of the two clans in the cave mansion were greatly injured and fell to the point of being on a par with him and Yamu.

"How many more such people are there in the spiritual ......"

The old woman sighed deeply, and reluctantly ordered: "Click, Erlang, go out with the old man!"

"Kill!"

The dozen or so remaining guards didn't have that much thought, and they all rushed out of the waterfall with a roar. Rush to the red-eyed enemy.

Compared to them, Yan Buli's movements were much faster, and the moment Yan regained his body and took off into the air, a sword light like a splitting sword came to his face, accompanied by a roar that had been accumulated for more than ten days.

"Traitor, die!"

"Restore ...... Dog thief, suffer death!" Young Master Xia was excited to call the wrong name, and she felt ashamed and annoyed, she thought to herself that an ordinary student was so powerful, and she was a swallowtail celebrity. The possible future heir must no longer disappoint his clan and be spiritually ...... Young Master Lei looked down on him.

"Yan Mo, the old man received a sword from you, and he should return it with his own hands today. The old woman's gloomy voice echoed in the sky, and the ripples outside her body filled the air, isolating the old man from the others.

"Dogs, die!" said the Guardian Commander. Leap into the air and swing your fist and blast them with the fist that the refiner is best at.

"Holy Son. What are we going to do......" Tu Wei whispered to Yamu for instructions, without the slightest hint of being a demon envoy.

"What should I do, rush up and kill!" Yamu's cry was the loudest, but he stepped back and commanded two demon cultivators to besiege Yan Huihui.

The Demon Soul Holy Son knew in his heart that in this battle at the moment, not only the key to victory or defeat was Yan Huihui. It also involves getting along with the swallowtail clan in the future. Others can have an accident, that young master who is neither male nor female can never have an accident, since she is moving towards Yan Huihui, the Holy Son of Mo Soul can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman and let go of this.

"Four Yuan Babies and one Grand Monk. The besiegers are just great monks, and no matter how you look at it, they don't lose money. Yamu thought in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly wonder if he should behave more heroically so that he could accumulate some capital for the future.

More than a dozen guards rushed over one after another, fighting with those surviving demon generals and demon spirits, which was a stalemate situation.

The golden eagle is far away and the killing is urgent, and the real battle has just begun.

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"What the hell is it going to do?"

Liuyun flew behind him from his ears, and the green trees of different heights under his feet fell behind him in unison, and the speed of Shisanlang expanded to the extreme, but he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, and even took a look at the sky in a hurry.

The giant golden wire carving that he feared the most flew in the sky with an elegant attitude, obviously with a lot of spare strength, and for some reason, it did not attack again after one claw missed, but followed behind Shisanlang unhurriedly, allowing him to be pushed by the eagle group until his butt smoked.

When Shisanro looked up, he was just in time for the giant eagle to look at him, uh, it should be said that the giant eagle had been paying attention to him, it was like a thick and unrelenting dark cloud over Shisanlang's head, no matter what kind of thrilling actions he made including emergency stops, changes of direction, diving in circles, etc., the giant eagle looked at him with indifference and contempt, and then waved its wings, once again occupying the sky above his head.

The four eyes are facing each other, Shisanlang's gaze seems to be sharper than the giant eagle, full of aggressiveness, but the giant eagle is not as tyrannical as other golden silk sculptures, peaceful and indifferent, more like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, or the emperor who lives high in the sky, quietly overlooking the villain tossing and turning below.

"Suspicion...... Disdain...... And ......"

As for the angle, Thirteen Lang could only see one eye of the giant eagle, and from that eye he saw a lot, so he became more and more confused.

Don't attack, don't get out of sight, don't escape from sight, such a gesture, according to common thinking, it is walking the dog, or practicing.

The seventh-level demon beast can be called a spirit, according to the monk's point of view, the seventh-level demon beast can be counted as at least half a person, maybe this eagle king with active thinking ability intends to use the thirteen lang to train the army, so that those proud to the arrogant juniors know what it means to be arrogant and defeated, human beings are the most cunning creatures and so on.

Thirteen Lang didn't see it that way, he saw something in the eyes of the Eagle King, something that shouldn't have existed, and then thought of something and changed Jihua.

In fact, this Eagle King was not in Jihua, but he borrowed his courage, and Thirteen Lang did not dare to lead a seventh-level demon bird to escape thousands of miles without worry. The number of eagles he led was only half, but he didn't know that when he was halfway there, he caught up with another group behind him. Among them is this Eagle King, who has never been seen before.

At that time, the wisest way was to abandon the eagle and run away, but that would mean that the previous efforts were wasted, and it was likely that he would never have the opportunity to do the same thing again. I didn't even fly anymore, and ran all the way back.

After that, Thirteen Lang was nervous to the extreme, always guarding against the fatal blow of the Eagle King. This was the first time he had faced an enemy comparable to that of a great monk, and he was a demon bird enraged by the capture of his descendants, and the pressure could be imagined.

Worried about worry, Thirteen Lang didn't think that he was in danger, thinking about it backwards, no matter how angry the Eagle King was, he wouldn't go all out against him. At most, he waved his claws and pinched him to death as an ant. At that level of attack, Thirteen Lang thinks that he has some ability to deal with it, at most, he will wait for it to move the real fire and then take a step towards Zuihou, so that there is no way out at all.

As a result, the Eagle King led his family to plow the Demon Hunting Forest, chasing Thirteen Lang's buttocks and smoking, but he never refused to attack. Vaguely, Thirteen Lang had a guess. If you don't substitute them into the Chaotic Demon Waterfall Valley, the eagle group will have a high chance of encountering a great monk-level enemy. The Eagle King will continue to be a bystander.

He even felt that the blow just now was just a warning, and even if he didn't use teleportation, the Eagle King wouldn't really kill him.

Of course, this kind of idea can only be an idea, and he doesn't dare to try.

"Interesting. Really use me to train your soldiers?"

The body is speeding among the mountains, and the innate wind attribute makes him almost merge with the surrounding wind, and the Five Elements Spirit Boat is the dean's shot, and it is alive, how can the quality be poor. Coupled with the hurricane urging and the assistance of the wings, the speed of Thirteen Lang is not much slower than those fifth-level or even ordinary sixth-level golden wire carvings, and the distance of a hundred miles passes in an instant, really like a meteor.

There was doubt in its eyes, and there was a hint of ...... Proud!"

After thinking about it seriously, Shisanlang affirmed his judgment and said to himself strangely: "That's right, it's proud." ”

"But will it be proud?"

From the bottom of his heart, the last thing Shisanlang understands is such a situation, to put it to the extreme, if the giant eagle is afraid, it will not make him so strange.

Thirteen Lang knows best what is in his body, and he also knows what his breath contains, more than nine years of non-stop cultivation, he is countless light years away from refining the claw of the Golden Crow, but he is contaminated with a little smell of his old man, and he can still do it.

If the eagle's intelligence is high enough and its bloodline is old enough, it will be able to feel the breath that shocks a hundred birds. In contrast, those low-level birds were ignorant and fearless, and did not perceive the horror of this human at all.

The difference between demon beasts and humans is that they will show their emotions without reservation, that giant eagle is much smarter than other golden wires, but it is still just a bird, and what is hidden in its eyes, how can it hide it from Thirteen Lang.

It's impossible to pretend that it's really proud, but, weishenme?

"Even if my true dragon is reincarnated, at most, I can only let ten thousand beasts worship, how can I rob the phoenix's business. ”

During the gallop, Shisanro comforted himself with self-deprecation with some uneasiness, he vaguely felt that this matter was very important to him and could not be easily let go.

Subconsciously, Jusanro looked at the young eagle in his arms, hoping to find some clues from its reaction.

The young eagle inherited the vicious nature inherent in the bloodline, and found that Thirteen Lang was looking at it, and he was not polite at all because the old ancestor was polite to him, and pecked him viciously.

The hook mouth fell on his hand, leaving only a faint white mark, the mouth of the golden silk carving was comparable to a magic sword, but the level could not reach level four or above, and it was undoubtedly a dream to hurt the body of Thirteen Lang.

Looking at the young eagle who was desperately trying to be strong, Thirteen Lang's eyes were a little innocent and he sighed.

"Neurotic, think so much. ”

Putting away a bunch of irrelevant thoughts, he lifted the young eagle above his head and shouted to the eagle king: "Don't worry, old man, I will haode it." ”

The Eagle King did not grasp the meaning revealed in this "door-to-door son-in-law"-style confession, and looked at Shisanlang with indifferent eyes, as if laughing at his ignorance.

"I really thought that I was afraid of you, and I me, and the master destroyed your whole family. Thirteen Lang gave it a middle finger, casually put the young eagle seal into the beast ring, stepped on the flying boat, and plunged into the jungle.

Ahead, the aura of the big gray faintly appeared, and at the same time appeared, the old man who was so anxious and bored that he almost went berserk: Yan Qingqing.

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...... (To be continued.) )