Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers in an instant, five days and nights of stars turning, somewhere in the demon hunting forest, a wisp of wind, stopped.

Brute as a hurricane, as soft as a spring breeze, as invisible as a breeze, as light as a breeze, this wisp of wind traveled through five days and nights at unimaginable speed, to the depths of the forest.

Then it rolled and disappeared into the jungle, out of sight of the monsters that were chasing the deer.

A few low roars of disappointment and anger, the aura that angered them before the demon beasts scattered and searched, and after a long time of futile futility, they gradually became disappointed, and their hatred also decreased.

The sky sounded with a roar, and several black cloud-like figures cast heavy black shadows on the ground of the canopy, and the demon beasts suddenly woke up, and the wolves ran away, not daring to look back. They realize that they have been unwittingly led into the exclusion zone, and face the wrath of the overlord of the land.

Arrow-like black shadows swooped down from the sky, and the tall and fluffy canopy could not stop their sharp eyes, let alone their bodies. The wings are like two sharp blades, each of which can easily cut through a wrist-thick branch, and the trail of the fallen leaves of the tree extends all the way to the end, which is a miserable howl and hiss.

The claws are harder and sharper than the flying sword, and when they pounce, they calculate the amount in advance extremely accurately, and even the instinct of the demon beast to dodge can be taken into account.

The demon beast also resisted, and the powerful demon beast jumped into the air, baring its fangs, waving its claws, and exerting its natural powers, fighting for its own survival by various means.

Shrill screams and roars intertwined, blood splattered with the beauty of life, and the fierce fight lasted only half a pillar of incense, and the battle was over.

More than a dozen huge figures flew out of the dense forest, and the dense forest was covered with more than a dozen large holes, and the bottom was a mess, as if it had been crossed by thousands of troops.

Each eagle's claws have the corpse of a demon beast in its claws. The giant eagle with a wingspan of more than ten zhang was the most terrifying, and each of its two claws had a demon beast that weighed in tons, and its eyes scanned the surroundings like electricity, and it hissed proudly.

When it took off, an isosceles-thick "small tree" stood in front of him, and the giant eagle shook as if nodding. The small tree fell with a bang, and even the sound of splitting was drowned out by the sound of the hurricane.

Mantis arm block the car!

The surrounding group of eagles responded, and the hissing sound tore through the air and spread far away, terrifying many innocent creatures.

One of the demon beasts had not yet swallowed a breath of zuihou, and was looking somewhere with a sad and indignant gaze, as if questioning.

"What a powerful carving!"

Thirteen Lang was hidden in a corner, his figure was slightly embarrassed, and his eyes were slightly solemn.

When trees can't be a bond, the ground monsters can't compete with them on the ground. Who else can challenge the dominance of this giant eagle? and who will dare to violate its majesty!

The giant eagle circled in the sky, patrolling its territory in a majestic manner, and after confirming that no one was provoked, it turned around in a dashing manner, drew a few black tracks, and disappeared into the clouds.

Rings of gold shone in the sun, like medals after victory, announcing the splendor of the hunt. The group of eagles returns to their nests, and the lonely cliffs are in the distance. More carving sounds echo this side, like a call.

"On the premise of ensuring safety. We want to lure them all out and travel three thousand miles......"

The surrounding demon beasts knew the horror of the golden silk carving, and they didn't dare to approach within three hundred miles of its lair, and Thirteen Lang tried his best to attract dozens of bold demon beasts, and it took so much effort to clean it up, how to continue.

The harsh reality told him. The strength of the golden silk carving is trustworthy, but for some reason, these fierce and domineering carvings are extremely protective of the family, and it is difficult to be led too far.

It's not that there is no way, such as Thirteen Lang coming to the door and fighting with them. Kill one or two, judging from the golden silk carving's resentful nature, most of them will not let him go easily. However, the purpose of Thirteen Lang is to take them to fight others, how can he pour such a big fire on himself, then again, if the golden silk eagle is angered to the peak, how can he be sure that he will escape alive.

Across the mountaintops and trees, Shisanlang's eyes fell on the cliff that stood like a lonely cloud, and he was a little worried.

Around the cliffs, several young eagles with a wingspan of only two meters are learning to fly, and there are adult giant eagles watching around, which means that even if Shisanlang has the heart of a rooster and a dog thief, it is difficult to find opportunities.

"It's too no carving temperament, not to mention living in groups, but also protecting cubs. ”

was thinking about whether to let the big gray "sacrifice his life and risk", and Thirteen Lang's expression suddenly changed.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the sea of knowledge, and after the queen ant's "translation", Thirteen Lang knew what was happening in the distance, and then he didn't know what he thought, the corners of his lips gradually showed a little smile, and his eyes became brighter.

"Demon Hunter...... Did you finally find it?"

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The chaotic demon waterfall valley, like the sound of thunder and waves, the surrounding scenery seems to be frozen at a certain point in time, allowing day and night to alternate, people's hearts are wandering in torment, refusing to change a little.

Ten days had passed since that demon mutation, and the old man who was guarding the house looked calm, but his heart gradually became uneasy.

Everything around is normal, the demon spirit has not changed, and the people in the cave are still holding on, but for some reason, the old man has always pressed a stone in his heart, and he can't put it down.

In a trance, he seemed to hear something, caught in the roar of the waterfall, as if there was nothing. Looking up, the silver dragon hung in the air, giving him a feeling of "stillness", and the people inside were also like dead, without a sound.

The vibrant valley was dead silent in his eyes, and his heart was like a black cloud, and he urgently needed to find some change.

After watching it for a long time, the old man couldn't help but give a command, and a low-level demon spirit flashed its body and burrowed into the water curtain, and before it could report back what it saw, it disappeared in a whimper.

He had done similar things many times a few days ago, and each time the result was the same, the demon spirit was killed before it could reach the entrance of the cave.

Looking at the curtain of water that had not changed in the slightest, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking to himself that he was really bored.

He felt that the situation seemed to be reversed, and he and the others were trapped prisoners, and they were trying their best to find relief. As time went on, this thought became stronger and stronger, prompting him to constantly test with the demon spirit, looking for respite in the suffocation, and soothing his spirit a little.

That's anxiety.

"Senior Brother Qing, they don't know what to do, it's better to ...... Swap places with him. ”

The four primordial babies were patrolling back and forth on the outskirts of the Demon Hunting Forest, always guarding against those enemies who didn't know where to hide, and the pressure was naturally not small, but as the old man thought at this time, they didn't need to stay in one place, they didn't have to face the same scenery, and they didn't have to face this kind of torment of heart and soul.

"It's better than yourself. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, the old man's spirit was in a trance, as if he had heard something again.

"The state of mind is empty, the Tao is natural, and it is not illusioned by external objects!"

After many years of practice, years of retreat, or even more than ten years, the old man naturally understands the dangers of this situation. He warned himself in his heart that no matter how the situation evolved, his path could not be changed, and he could only follow the established direction until the end.

Everything in the world is false, only immortality is the true way, and if you feel guilty for those vain delusions, you will achieve nothing!"

Scolding his weakness, the old man forced himself to go to the Empty Bright Realm to get rid of the feeling of being like a nightmare and difficult to wake up, but ......

Unable to succeed......

From time to time, voices rang in my ears, from countless years ago, as if there were images flashing in front of my eyes, from countless years ago, and in my mind I remembered the stories of my childhood, from countless years ago......

"Get out of here!"

Unable to endure these illusions and illusions, the old man hissed angrily and rose into the air.

He uses his Zen heart to chase away his demonic thoughts, and he looks high and far in the air, looking for great liberation.

Relief was not found, but he saw something and heard some sounds, the ones he had vaguely heard before, to be exact.

With just one glance, the old man couldn't take his eyes off, and as soon as he heard it, his expression instantly froze, and his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it again.

Like a thirsty fish.

"What's going on!"

A low cheer sounded, the figures around him shook, Yan Huihui and the middle-aged man appeared in the air at the same time, and then gasped at the same time.

The old man who noticed the abnormality first turned his head with difficulty, his dry lips trembled, and he slowly spit out two syllables.

"Carving ......"

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There is a line on the horizon, a cloud on the horizon, countless golden ribbons on the horizon, and thunder on the horizon.

Thunder chased a man and ran wildly in the direction of the valley.

It's a process, one that happens so fast that it's almost impossible to react. The old man almost wanted to cry when he looked at the scene that appeared like a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an unchangeable reality and appeared in front of him.

It's ridiculous, it's vicious, it's ...... There's no humanity anymore!

Hundreds of giant eagles swept through the air, and a few of them pounced into the forest, rampage like wild beasts, destroying countless ancient trees and crushing many flowers and plants.

The sound of the giant eagle screaming, the sound of the trees breaking, the sound of the mountain and rocks shattering, the sound of the claws breaking through the air, all kinds of sounds converged, and even the roar of the chaotic demon waterfall was covered, as if the whole shijie was in a riot, and the whole forest was furious and trembling.

Looking down from the air, the earth looked like a green tent, and there were a few scissors, no, a few crashing carts pushing forward in a brutal manner, plowing out a few trenches.

The goal is the same, and they all point to the person in front of them.

The young man who ran wildly in the jungle, frantically and screaming.

The young man found the three people in the air, and his face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, and in the eyes of Yan Huihui and the others, it was so hateful that it couldn't be more hateful, and it couldn't be more disgusting.

The conjecture became a reality, and something terrible happened, and the young man turned around and lunged at them, shouting.

"Senior, help!"

"Fuck!" the old man said angrily, seeing the young man's appearance.

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