After saying that, the door closed with a "bang".

There were steps in front of the door, Jin Yuman stood unsteadily, and rushed straight out, Lan Zhi stretched out his hand to grab her, and in the next second, the fishy wind accompanied by a huge shadow shrouded the heads of the two.

Lan Zhi looked up suddenly, and met the scarlet eyes of a bone-winged filthy bird.

It looked at them condescendingly, a sticky liquid coming out of its sharp-toothed mouth, apparently treating them as a meal.

This is an adult third-class bone-winged filthy bird.

Lan Zhi didn't flinch, her eyes staring at it for a moment.

Although she has unparalleled soul power and formed an instinctive sense of battle, she doesn't have any cultivation to rely on, and it is impossible for a mere mortal body to avoid the attack of a third-level filthy beast, she must strike first and kill with one blow.

The "Illustrated Guide to Filth" said that the skin of the bone-winged filthy bird is thick and thick, and there are only two weaknesses.

One is the eyes.

The second is the throat in the mouth.

The eye is the field of vision, and once you move it, it will be detected, and if you attack the eye, you can't kill it on the spot unless you can instantly penetrate its head through the eye.

The throat in the mouth is more troublesome, and if you want to start, you must first let it open its bloody mouth before she has a chance.

If she wants it to open its bloody mouth, she can only use it as bait and wait for it to eat.

In an instant, Lan Zhi had already made a decision.

She continued to hold Jin Yuman as a disguise that she couldn't run, but in fact, her fingertips were slightly buckled, and she waited with bated breath for the bone-winged filthy bird to pounce.

This feeling of speed of life and death made Lan Zhi's heart start to beat faster.

She thought of the days when she had nothing to rely on on other continents and could only rely on her instincts, and her eyes became brighter and calmer—

Finally, the bone-winged bird moved.

At the moment when the bone-winged filthy bird opened its bloody mouth and pounced down, Lan Zhi suddenly raised his hand.

Soul Silk Shot!

All the sounds seemed to stop for a moment, and all that was left in front of them was the huge mouth that came from the bite and the insignificant light when the soul silk flashed.

Brush!

The sharp teeth stopped abruptly as they were about to touch Lan Zhi's forehead.

Lan Zhi's soul thread had already severed its entire throat from its open mouth!

It's just that the speed of the soul silk is too fast, and although the bone wing filthy bird is dead, its consciousness has not yet dissipated, and it is hard to bite her head again with all the strength of his body!

Previously, in order to help her suppress the star power raging in her soul, Rong Keyun also suppressed her soul power.

In order to kill the bone-winged Filthy Bird, Lan Zhi had no choice but to forcibly break away from the suppression.

The star power belonging to the Supreme Elder instantly raged, and Lan Zhi's mouth was fishy sweet, and he fell headlong on Jin Yuman's body, who had lost his support and fell first.

The bone-winged filthy bird grazed over her head, and the huge butt with a strong fishy smell was about to fall down and bury the two of them, when the slash suddenly swung a long sword and lifted the corpse, helping them get rid of the crisis of being stunned.

Lan Zhi quickly got up from the ground and dragged Jin Yuman, who didn't know if he was overly frightened or because he was so stinky that his expression was blank, that he ran into the darkness next to him.

In a short period of time, four or five more bone-winged filthy birds broke through the blockade in front of them and rushed towards the inn, feeling the fishy wind coming again, Lan Zhicai was about to take action, and the middle-aged female cultivator who swung her long sword to help her solve the buried crisis helped her block the attack of the bone-winged filthy bird again, and said in a low voice: "You guys go first." ”

Lan Zhi smiled: "No hurry." ”

The middle-aged female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then saw Lan Zhi push Jin Yuman into her hand: "Help me take a look." ”