"Whew......"

An extremely fast and piercing chirp broke the silence at the summit.

The big eagle's blade-like beak stabbed towards Murong's heart, and it was like lightning, like thunder!

Murong no longer had the strength to dodge, and when the big eagle pounced, Murong turned around, and the big eagle stabbed three times in a row and was dodged away by Murong one by one.

The big eagle seemed to be very annoyed, so he fanned Murong away with one wing.

The two wings of the big eagle were very powerful, and it was not half a point worse when standing in front of Murong, but it looked like a thousand-year-old spirit.

Murong rolled according to the strength of the eagle's wings and stopped a few steps away from the eagle.

"Whew......"

Before Murong could stabilize his body, the big eagle shouted again in front of Murong.

"It's a fast ......"

Murong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then he was flapped aside by the wings of the big eagle, and Murong suddenly lay on the ground panting.

If he was bare-handed, Murong would still have a certain degree of confidence in subduing this beast, but now he is still exhausted, and he can't use any strength at all, so he has to continue to be rampant with this big eagle.

At this time, the big eagle pounced in front of Murong in the blink of an eye, and the two sharp and weak eagle claws were about to be caught, but fortunately, Murong held on to the death and did not teach the eagle claws to penetrate his chest.

Murong's face was suddenly red and swollen, the blue tendons on his forehead and neck burst out, and his hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't support it.

The great eagle still roared, and its song was terrible.

This voice seemed to be demonstrating towards Murong, and it seemed to be a mockery and sarcasm of Murong, or a happy and arrogant laughter.

Those eagle eyes were full of murderous aura, and Murong suddenly found that the hemp rope around his waist was in his mind.

Murong desperately pushed the big eagle away, grabbed the hemp rope with the thickness of the bowl and wrapped the eagle's talons.

The eagle panicked, and flailed its wings desperately to break free from the hemp rope on its talons.

But on this side, Murong mustered up the strength to wrap the hemp rope around his arm a few times and held it tightly, and the big eagle kept flapping its wings and fighting with Murong.

How could Murong be willing to stop there, and wrapped the hemp rope around his arm a few times and pulled it desperately.

The eagle also chirped as it flapped its wings, and its feathers were scattered.

"Whew......"

Murong stood still with his feet bowed and slowly lowered his body, gritted his teeth and pulled the hemp rope, the big eagle refused to give in, struggling to escape.

You must know that the big eagle is the most angry and the most angry. It takes a lot of energy to subdue it.

Looking at the big eagle of the ethnic minorities outside the Guan, you know that this kind of thing is not simple, not to mention that if you want it to succumb to the small hemp rope, it can desperately want to break free from the shackles.

Murong thought in his heart: It is definitely not a way to spend it like this! This big eagle is already very powerful, and it must be me who has suffered for such a long time!

After thinking about it, Murong immediately stabilized the lower plate, loosened the hemp rope on his arm twice, held it tightly in his hand, and then moved towards the big eagle step by step.

The big eagle was still pulling desperately, Murong's arms were almost bulging, and the tendons and flesh all over his body suddenly felt a swollen and sharp pain.

Over time, sweat had soaked through Murong's clothes. After the sweat seeped into the wounds on Murong's body, it was another pain for Murong.

When he was exhausted, his mouth was dry and he almost fainted, and the sweat on his body killed the wounds.

Murong finally stiffened up and pulled the big eagle away, and just when he and the big eagle were deadlocked, Murong saw the distance between him and the big eagle and jumped up with a quick body.

I saw the hemp rope flying and jumping in Murong's hand, and the big eagle roared.

Murong wrapped the big eagle tightly with hemp rope, and the eagle's talons, beak and eagle wings were wrapped in a mess with hemp rope.

In the end, Murong fell to the ground suddenly. The twine in his hand tightly strangled the eagle and immobilized it.

Even if the big eagle waved its wings to no avail, Murong pressed the big eagle to the ground, and then used all his strength to clench it into a fist and beckoned fiercely to the big eagle's head.

Murong's eyes were red, and the sound of punching the eagle's head rattled. After a crack of skulls cracking, the eagle screamed softly and died in a fit of breath.

But Murong's fist didn't stop, and it wasn't until the last bit of strength he had punched out that he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Murong lay quietly on the ground, and at this time, he didn't care about the coldness of the peak, the severe pain in the wound, or the dry mouth and lack of body, he just lay down now.

There was a dead silence all around, Murong was lying on his back facing the sky, his eyes were closed, but lying next to him was a big eagle with a broken head, all over the ground, covered with bright red.

The peak was full of cold wind howling, and sometimes it was like a demon crying and making people shudder, but for Murong, it was better to sleep here quietly like this, and no longer think about the troubles in his heart.

Murong suddenly remembered the matter of burying the Daoist Leader of the Sealed Heart, and then his eyes widened sharply, and he sat up with difficulty.

He dragged his tired body slowly and walked over, then slowly bent down to straighten his clothes for the Sealed Heart Daoist, and took three steps back to bow to the corpse.

Murong folded his hands and said, "Dao Chief! I think you'll agree with me burying you here! I couldn't pay tribute to ...... before"

Murong thought of this and suddenly remembered the big eagle, so he dragged the half-human eagle to the Fengxin Dao Leader with a quick idea.

"No incense, no tribute! So he slaughtered this big eagle and sacrificed it to the Taoist chief! ”

Murong was about to bleed but had no choice but to have no knife on his body, so Murong had no choice but to pinch the eagle's head in his hand, and the palm of his hand was slightly forced, and blood was suddenly pouring in.

A stream of blood poured in front of the Daoist Sealed Heart, Murong bowed a few more times in front of the corpse, and then threw the big eagle to the bottom of the peak.

Murong suddenly thought in his heart: "If the body of the Dao Master is placed here, I'm afraid there will be other big eagles coming here to peck at it!" It's not a good idea after all! No matter how high and dangerous this peak is, it will not be able to stop these animals after all......"

While thinking about it, Murong walked to the side of the cold jade and wanted to chisel the cold jade into a jade coffin, but there were no utensils around him.

Murong decided to bury the body of the Daoist Leader in the cave behind the peak, and just as Murong was about to pick up the body, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"What's going on! Am I not strong enough to pick up a corpse? ”

Murong looked at the body of the Daoist Fengxin and was stunned for a long time, grabbing the corpse with both hands and picking it up, but the corpse was fixed on the jade as if it weighed a thousand catties.

Murong Shen thought it was strange, he didn't know what kind of strange thing this jade was, and it actually stuck the corpse on it.

When Murong took a closer look, he found that the underside of the corpse was tightly fused with the jade as if it were frozen, and no matter how Murong moved, he couldn't move half an inch.

Gradually, that cold jade actually wrapped half of the body of the Sealed Heart Dao Leader like an ice cube!

"How so!"

After a while, the cold jade actually completely wrapped the Heart Sealing Dao Elder in it, as if it were frozen.

Murong looked at the corpse of the Daoist Leader of the Heart Sealing Heart in amazement, his face was still intact, and his face was as if he was asleep......