On the demon mountain, there are demon spirits all over the place, patrolling cultivators, and it is empty on all sides, with Mo Liang's body, it is obviously impossible to sneak in without knowing it. He only looked at the place where the crow man had landed for a while, remembered the location in his heart, and then turned and jumped into the dense forest.

The strength of the five products of ink may be the strongest in Beicun, but it is far from enough on this demon mountain. It is unwise to be a strong enemy, and if you want to save people, you need to outwit them. It's just that the dispute between the three princes is imminent, and I'm afraid that the chicken man has not much time left for him.

Choosing a suitable place near and far, Mo Liang jumped suddenly on the edge of the deep cliff, and at the same time, the vine in his hand shook hard, wrapped around the giant tree that was hugged by several people, and pulled the vine with his arm, and immediately the whole body slid out of a neat folded line from the downward trend, rushing to the opposite bank. Under his feet is an abyss of nearly a hundred feet, and the wind is gusting. He looked indifferent, didn't even look back, and landed steadily.

Time was pressing, and he rushed along the trajectory of the deep stream in the direction of the demon mountain. In a few moments, he was already dormant in an abyss.

Looking down from above, there are more than 100 giant chicken coops woven by gray vines about dozens of feet into the abyss. Each of them was suspended by a stout vine, hanging in mid-air, left and right, up and down.

The old and frail who had been taken captive were trapped inside.

The vines that hung the chicken coop were tied to a boulder weighing thousands of catties on the demon mountain on the opposite bank. On the side of the boulder, there are eight goblins swallowing clouds and spitting mist, encircling and guarding. Eight goblins, one by one the old gods are at ease, but the vitality surges between the snorts, and they don't know how much richer than the bear spirit of the old dragon who has put the ink on his back.

Mo Liang looked at it and was secretly frightened, this goblin in Jiming Mountain is really powerful! If you want to fight against the Demon Mountain with strength, I am afraid that the powerhouses in the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm are also a little reluctant!

Look at the vines again, they are arranged like star lines, stretched straight. The gray skin is permeated with dark black spots, which cannot be shaken by the wind, and people cannot be shaken. It's unusual.

Once this chicken coop falls into the river stream, it will inevitably sink and drown. In the abyss of a hundred zhang, with the strength of Mo Liang into the ink five products, he did not dare to jump, let alone these old men.

From this point of view, it seems that it is almost impossible to save people except for breaking through from the front of the demon mountain.

There are no other ways for Mo Liang......

He weaved a vine of sufficient length. Then he wrapped one end around the trunk of a tree with a huge root system, and wrapped the other around his waist and stood on the cliff. Find the right time, and the fierce man seems to be plunged into the abyssal stream.

The vines, as his body fell, were quickly pulled into the air. And his feet flew on the rock wall, soaring sideways as if he were walking on the ground. This speed was extremely fast, his long flowing black hair flew in the direction of the sky, and the strong wind also made him squint his eyes slightly.

At a distance of about thirty feet, his hands were suddenly on his waist.

Suddenly, he heard a thud, and the vines straightened instantly, and a powerful pulling force grabbed his rapidly falling body. And at this pause, he bent his knees, stepped on the rock wall with both feet, and jumped fiercely, and the whole person jumped along a graceful arc towards the opposite rock wall.

The vines were slipknots on the cliff, and as they were violently straightened, the mechanism was opened in an instant, and the hundred-meter-long vines all rushed out of the air and fell into the abyss.

Mo Liang untied the vines around his waist and regained his free body in midair. At the same time, he took out a dagger in his hand and held his breath as he sprinted towards the opposite rock wall.

Burst!

The dagger snapped into the rock wall with great ease, and his body slammed into it, narrowly missing it. At the moment of crisis, he grabbed the chicken coop vine above his head with his left hand, and survived.

He let out a long breath and looked down at the vines that fell into the river and splashed a splash, and his heart palpitated. If Fang Cai didn't grasp it steadily, I'm afraid he would be the one who fell into the abyss at this moment!

This fancy action fell into the eyes of the panicked old man, and it was also a lot of surprise. There were many people, looking at the identity of the Moliang clan, and their eyes immediately showed a light of surprise.

Mo Liang grabbed the chicken coop vine violently, causing the rope above the demon mountain to shook. The eight powerful goblins beside the boulder immediately opened their eyes in unison, and the essence disappeared in a flash. One of the tiger elves, crouching on his stomach, stood up, let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, and walked towards the edge of the cliff. He looked down and saw that more than 100 vine chicken coops were safe and sound, but some old people were struggling in fear in the chicken coops. smiled coldly disdainfully, revealing his two sharp fangs, and suddenly let out a tiger roar into the deep stream, the sound was fierce, the warning was full of meaning, and it was silent.

Looking at the old man who had regained his composure, he exhaled a wisp of white air from his snort, turned around and walked back to the side of the boulder, and started cultivating again.

At this time, Mo Liang's heart hiding under the chicken coop was already hanging in the air.

At this moment, he was hanging in the air, such a harsh terrain, not to mention that these eight powerful goblins, even any little demon in Jiming Mountain, might not be able to cope with him. Falling from a height of hundreds of meters, the strength of the five products in the ink is also dead. If you are discovered, you are dead!

"He's gone!"

An old man looked up and said in a low voice, which made Mo Liang immediately breathe a sigh of relief.

"Village Chief!"

His voice was extremely low, more than 100 chicken coops were lined up, about 100 meters away, and his voice could only be heard by two or three people. To find the village chief, he needs to move above the cliff and not disturb the rope on the chicken coop.

His body tightened slightly. It's too dangerous!

He glanced down at his feet again, and this height, if the houses in the village were accumulated, would be a hundred floors. On top of this rock wall, large blocks are smooth and hard stones, and there are very few places where they can borrow strength.

Although Mo Liang entered the five grades of ink and carried a huge strength of 3,000 catties, he also had some scalp numbness.

"Help me!" at this moment, the old man above his head leaned down and slapped the vines at the bottom of the chicken coop and roared anxiously and longingly.

The old man on the other side also became anxious. "Save me~ My poor grandson is the only one of my relatives!" their eyes were fiery, as if they were the only hope for life.

Mo's conscience couldn't bear it, but he had to be ruthless.

Now, it is impossible for him to rescue everyone, and it is already a fluke to be able to rescue the village chief Shi Jun. Looking away at the rock wall in the distance, the appearance of preparing to leave immediately made the old man nearby anxious. "Save me~Save me~ Save me......"

The scene was a bit chaotic. Although the chicken coop was heavy, it was suspended in the air at this time, and it immediately rippled slightly. If you disturb the rope, you will alarm the eight goblins again!

Mo Liang's eyes shrank, and he whispered, "Quiet! Do you want to kill me!"

This low cry immediately made the old man wake up a little, and he sat down in the chicken coop dejectedly, his eyes dizzy. They have gone through decades or even nearly a hundred years, and they may have already seen through life and death, but when death is really coming, some people still can't be calm. In this era of shemale rivalry and disorderly life and death, death does not give people a chance to prepare at all.

Moving on the cliff with difficulty, any mistake could cause Mo Liang to fall off the cliff and die with no place to bury. Gradually, his back was soaked with sweat, even though the wind was gusting and damp in the deep stream.

"Moliang!"

A cry of surprise above his head shook his spirits. Although it was not Shi Jun's voice, it must have arrived at the place of Beicun. Looking up, it was a familiar face in Kitamura.

"Where's the village chief!"

"Over there!" said the old man, his eyes shining brightly, pointing not far away. Mo Liang's body and spirit, which were a little tired, immediately surged with vitality and moved in that direction.

Looking at it, Shi Jun looked at him in disbelief.

"Village Chief!"

Shi Jun was slightly angry, "Xiao Liangzi, what are you doing here!"

"I'm here to save you!" Mo Liang rarely showed a smile in this tense atmosphere, silly, and a little naïve.

"Nonsense!" Shi Jun couldn't show a hint of a smile, "The demons and spirits gather here, birds and beasts, how can you be willful? You leave me quickly!"

"Let's go together!" Mo Liang didn't listen to him, reached out and grabbed the chicken coop, and tried to cut through the vines with a dagger. The vine was surprisingly hard, and could even splash a spark with a dagger.

Mo Liang's heart thumped.

"This vine is soaked in crystal iron sand, you mortal iron dagger can't cut it at all! If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" the village chief Shi Jun showed a look of anxiety.

At this time, Mo Liang suddenly noticed that as he came all the way, the old people in the chicken coop were already a little messy. Some shouted "help" unwillingly, some fell into despair and talked to themselves, and some even went crazy!

The rope on the chicken coop was swinging, and the random sounds were mixed together, buzzing and noisy.

Not good!

Mo Liang gasped violently. Bad things happen as fast as lightning.

"Huh~!"

Enough to shatter the scream of the golden stone, among the eight goblins guarding the boulder, an eagle demon soared into the air, soaring with wings and feet ten meters, and his sharp eyes patrolled from the sky. Then, the body dived and rushed into the deep stream.

"Don't be honest, Grandpa Eagle has eaten you!" he spoke, his voice was sharp, and the deterrent power was incomparably strong, and the old people shrank their bodies, for fear that he would take them away with his beak. The eagle demon's gaze was full of cold ferocity, exuding the breath of a predator in the sky. Suddenly, his eyes froze, focusing on one point, and the unparalleled momentum that belonged to the strong also poured out in an instant.

"Boy, who are you!"

Mo Liang's heart suddenly shrank, and he had the illusion of being stared at by death. It's over! I sighed in my heart, and even my hands and feet stiffened.

And, when he and the eagle demon stared at each other, the unique magic power of the chicken man sounded again on the demon mountain, "Giggle~"

"Little ones, the second king will take you to Montenegro. Eight King Kongs, catch those hundred old people, and when I refine the power of the years, I will go to Montenegro to level the centipede and the weasel with you. Then enjoy the blood of that great goblin together! From now on, I will be the only one in Jiming Mountain!"

The rooster, standing on the top of the black tower on the top of the mountain, looking in all directions, is majestic, it is a mighty rooster, the red crown is like fire, the eyes are golden, the feathers are golden, the body is like a glow, looking at it from afar, it is a round of light of the little sun.

And as soon as his words fell, Jiming Mountain immediately boiled, and the demons danced wildly, and the cry shook the sky.

The two kings turned into a black light, rising from the black tower, and the minions below rushed out of the demon mountain in a mess with the black light.

The eagle demon's sharp gaze never left Mo Liang for a moment.

Mo Liang's heart was even more cold. Even the was alarmed, it's really over now!