The sound was rolling, and the fire clouds full of extinguishing breath pushed out a high crimson wall, and behind the high wall was a pair of wings that seemed to cover the entire sky of the sun and moon, and a huge scimitar.

That's a bird's beak!

Thousands of red dots can be seen beneath the pitch-black surface, like arrows about to be shot, cold and cruel, and revealing a palpitating desire to penetrate: it is the flame that coalesces into a substance, into a thread with shape and weight. When the eye made contact with it, it was as if two rows of arrows met in the air, bursting out with a crackling sound.

Thirteen Lang burst into tears.

The brain was scorched with needles, the body became a sieve full of holes, and the already illusory figure was scattered and fluttering, on the verge of dissipating at any time.

This is the shijie of the golden crow, and the return of the soul means that this shijie is perfect and can control all the rules.

Under the rules, Jin Wu's words follow the law.

"Despicable humans, shameless humans, cowardly, arrogant, ignorant, and sinister humans, you can't die well!" the roar swept in all directions, and the sea of fire that felt the wrath of the king roared and roared in response, and the negotiation of the most unequal strength and the worst start on shijie began.

"Creatures from the ancients, in your eyes, I am just an ant.

By your will, I didn't... Liliang, who resisted the silk, had no malice. In the face of the difference in strength between heaven and earth, Jusan Lang fully expressed his respect for the strong, and at the same time showed the humility unique to human beings to the fullest.

"You don't deserve it!"

Two sun-like eyeballs spewed flames, and the golden crow looked down at the small figure below him that needed to be seen with the heart, pouring out his contempt and anger wantonly.

I don't know if it was because he held it for too long, or because of something else, Jin Crow pressed the idea of turning him into ashes and nothingness, and mocked him.

"Only in the eyes of you despicable and shameless human beings, the ant is a symbol of weakness, but in fact, the ant has a powerful liliang that you can't imagine, and a character that our spirits should admire, and it is a truly respectable creature that you filthy, filthy, mean, sinister and cunning human beings can never experience. ”

Waves of sound spat out of the scimitar-like mouth, and Thirteen Lang flew like dead leaves in the wind, stunned.

He never imagined that this angry and powerful bird would actually ............... , and the thinking of a philosopher.

Uttering all the sarcastic words he knew in one breath, Jin Wu's anger seemed to ease slightly, and he said in a roar-like voice.

"Tell me, you shameless thief, did you come to die because you felt guilty!" Hearing such a verdict full of Western blame, Thirteen Lang almost stammered. He couldn't help but wonder if this big bird had traveled around Shijie and had studied at a knight's academy, so that he had to stand on the commanding heights of morality when he spoke and did, otherwise he would not be able to show justice and awe-inspiring.

"Or is it sealed for tens of thousands of years, too boring and unhappy, and it has been thinking about the philosophy of life?"

After a moment of sluggishness, the violent nature of the Golden Crow attacked, and he raised his claws more than ten zhang long and shouted: "Cowardly human, since you dare not speak, then go to death......"

"Wait!"

Thirteen Lang sobered up from the shock, and hurriedly shouted: "Respected ancient creature, as wise as you, haven't you discovered that I am your kind?" His face was extremely serious, and he said seriously: "To be precise, we are actually the same clan. "You fart! You mean, dirty, ugly, insidious, cunning, stupid, you dare to deceive me, you dare to try to deceive the deity!"

Anger reached the extreme, Jin Wu threw the philosopher's face aside, and scolded: "The breath on your body is mine, you stole a piece of the bone of the deity, let me think about it, uh, it's a rib, you actually refined it, you despicable and despicable thing, you shameless cowardly thief... You dare to refine the bones of the deity, and you dare to use this to pretend to be"...,

"Wait! ”

Seeing that the giant claw had fallen a few more points, Thirteen Lang couldn't care about lamenting bad luck and hurriedly stopped it from talking.

Since the moment he saw the claw, he sensed a familiar feeling, very subtle, but as clear as a blood connection, thinking about it, Thirteen Lang decided that the flying edge he had refined had an inseparable relationship with the golden crow, so he could not be ashamed to say that he wanted to refine the claw.

He originally thought that it was like Fat and Big Gray, the source was a demon beast that had inherited the bloodline of the Golden Crow, but it was captured and killed by the four-eyed old man, or his teacher and ancestor, and then refined the treasure: But who would have thought that it actually came from the golden crow in front of him, which was so authentic that it could no longer be authentic?

In addition to sighing, many doubts in the past have also been explained, why does that small piece of bone take so long to refine, why his body can be so strong, weishenme He obviously does not have a fire spirit root, but he seems to be born close to the fire source, and even has been recognized by the Burning Spirit Flame.

No wonder it was so angry, no wonder it called Thirteen Lang a thief, just imagine that no matter what kind of demon beast fairy beast or divine beast, when he found that his bones were refined, he must not be in a good mood.

"Western style is Western style, master, I am well-versed in the past and the present, and I am afraid that you will not succeed in a bird!" ”

The claws stopped on top of Thirteen Lang's head, obviously spitting out heat waves, but Thirteen Lang felt as cold as being in a 10,000-year-old ice cellar. But in any case, Jin Crow finally stopped his movements and did not kill him immediately.

"Tell me, you're done, die!" roared the Golden Crow.

"If you want to kill me, use your claws to bluff who!"

Thirteen Lang thought angrily in his heart, and said with the most painful expression on his face: "First of all, I want to make it clear that I am only twenty years old. ”

“......”

Jin Wuming's face was inexplicable, but he didn't interfere with him as he continued.

Shisanlang said: "Do you think it's possible for someone from Erfeng to steal your things?" Jin Wulen paused for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Thirteen Lang said: "This thing, uh, this bone that cherishes nobility and contains the noble character of the supreme liliang is a gun from the hand of an immortal."

"Don't be ashamed, you deserve to snatch things from the immortals. Jin Wu sneered and said.

For some reason, knowing that Thirteen Lang's words were not credible, it still felt a burst of relief, probably because the word immortal touched its nerves too much, even if it was just a curse, it was also haode.

Thirteen Lang Zhen Zhen Zhen said: "Immortals are also people, why can't they be robbed." Besides, are immortals born with superb Taoism?"

"Of course, even if it's a born immortal, it's not like you. ”

Jin Wu's answer shocked Shisanlang, and even made him understand the IQ of the big bird, and asked rhetorically: "What about the disciples of the immortals? Haven't you seen a weak immortal? Ah by the way, we don't have any cultivation here, as long as it is a cultivator, it is called an immortal." ”

Jin Wu became more and more surprised, and said, "Is there such a thing? A person who has just cultivated the Tao dares to call an immortal?" Thirteen Lang replied seriously: "Of course, a person who cultivates the Tao is called an immortal, and sooner or later he will become an immortal." "Then you are also a cultivator, and you are also an immortal?"

"I cough cough, I'm not, I'm a body refiner!" Thirteen Lang secretly cursed in his heart and quickly put aside his relationship with the immortals, and said proudly: "You should be able to see that my body refining attainments far surpass the Dao Method, and I am not afraid to let you know that I am now at the level of the Five Spirits, and my strength is comparable to that of Yuan Ying." ”

"Weak can't help the wind. "The Golden Crow gives what it considers to be the most objective assessment.

"That's right. ”

Thirteen Lang was so frustrated, secretly thinking that a big fist is good, and everything he said was reasonable.

"Okay, the deity admits that what you said makes sense, and I believe what you say, but how dare you refine it into the Dao body, how can you desecrate the deity divine bones!" "Wait!"...,

Finding that the Golden Crow had a tendency to be unable to suppress his anger, Shisanlang hurriedly stopped: "Tell me first, do you want it to merge with me and become my most cherished and strictly protected part, or do you want it to serve the immortals and kill the enemies for the immortals?" Ah, I also forgot to tell you that when I fought with that immortal, he almost killed him with this divine bone. ”

“...............”

Such a choice was given to the Golden Crow, making it really difficult to decide, so it had to be silent again. It naturally couldn't imagine that after the divine bone was refined, it would have to work hard every time it fought, instead of doing it occasionally like in the hands of the "immortals".

The point is that the word immortal is too sensitive, but anyone who has anything to do with it must be wrong, let alone make a weapon out of his own bones.

"Also, this divine bone has been bought and sold many times before, and it has passed through the hands of many immortals, you touch it and I will pinch it twice, and the sweat can be measured with buckets."

"Shut up!"

Jin Wu was furious, and a picture flashed in his mind, a pair of greedy eyes staring at him, a pair of rough and small, soft and filthy hands on the divine bones, and a mouth that kept opening and closing, and kept screaming and screaming: "Don't mention this again, tell me, what are you here for, if you can't answer the deity, you will die!"

Thirteen Lang let out a long breath in his heart, quietly wiped away the sweat that did not exist, looked up at Jin Wu's eyes, which were several circles larger than his face, and said with a serious expression: "I'll give you a chance." "Save your chance. The golden crow was instantly petrified, and the expression on his face was very strange, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were contemptuous, some were contemptuous, some were expected and some were longing, some were sad and angry, and there was no joy.

Thirteen Lang didn't seem to see this, his expression was so sincere that he couldn't be more sincere, his eyes were so pure that he couldn't be more pure, and his attitude was so serious that he couldn't describe it.

Raising his hand to his chest, he said, "Not only can I let you save yourself, but I will also give you the opportunity to save her!"

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