Sun Ang was a little impatient, these people have unlimited energy, and they have been bowing for two hours, and it is already completely dark. He wanted to wait for the brutes to fall asleep, and sneak in to find out what the mystery of this mask was.

Although "greed" was launched at this time, Sun Ang decided to take risks, but he would never give his life for the treasure, so he constantly warned himself to retreat as soon as he could not do anything.

And in the depths of the distant hunting grounds, the Three-Headed Dragon Lizard shook its three heads and awoke from its slumber.

The huge ninth-order beast felt a little hungry, so it walked out of the valley with the movement of the earth shaking the mountains, it stood at the mouth of the valley, and its three heads looked at each of the three directions, obviously each with its own opinions on which direction to hunt.

Every brain has its own memories and tastes, and they all feel that they have their favorite delicacy in the direction they have chosen.

So the three heads roared at each other, trying to convince the other two heads, which had been proven futile many times - neither of them was convinced, and each felt that he was right.

The end result is the throwing of the turtle shell: whoever throws the shell upwards will listen to whomever it is.

So the three-headed dragon lizard pulled out a turtle shell the size of an elephant from the depths of the valley - this was the shell of the seventh-order tyrant mountain snapping turtle, and its owner was ...... The one in the middle of the three heads still felt that it was the most delicious dinner it had ever had.

But the left and right heads don't approve of it.

Left head: so-so.

Right head: The meat is rough and difficult to swallow.

Woo -

The turtle shell was thrown into the sky and soared into the sky, and it did not fall for a long time. It was the middle head that did it, and the other two heads roared and complained, and the middle head drooped, and after a while, there was a whine in the clouds, and the turtle shell finally fell.

Fortunately, it was the turtle shell of a seventh-order violent beast, otherwise it would definitely have been shattered.

Boom! The tortoise shell rolls on the ground, eventually facing downward.

The middle head is depressed, and the left and right two are cheering.

In the end, after a "fierce" battle, the right head won—after tossing for so long, the three-headed dragon lizard was even hungrier. So the huge body went in one direction, and that direction was the territory of a seventh-order violent beast.

By the time the three-headed dragon lizard arrived, the seventh-order beast had already fled and disappeared. As soon as it came, the mountains shook, and you could feel it dozens of miles away.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar, ......"

It's three heads complaining to each other, blaming each other for delaying time and letting the food escape. The more he talked, the more angry he became, and all three heads were furious, but suddenly, all three heads stopped together.

Under normal circumstances, the three heads often have different memories of a thing because of their different perspectives, but it is also very rare for them to have a common memory-the six nostrils on the three heads twitch together, and they find a common familiar taste in the territory of the seventh-order violent beast.

"Roar!"

The three heads roared together, that little thief was not dead!

The three-headed dragon lizard followed the taste and killed it.

On the way, the head in the middle: "Roar, this time you must trample him into pulp!"

Left head: "No, I'm going to bite him into three pieces." ”

Right head: "Roar, roar, roar, what a way of revenge for the weak, I want to slowly rot in the poisonous sand." ”

"My method is simple!"

"My approach is high-end!"

"What's mine is good......"

Arguing all the way, the surrounding violent beasts all thought it was the ninth-order storage zài who kept roaring and demonstrating around, and they dodged one after another. The three-headed dragon lizard rushed out of the valley with great speed.

The barbarians had just dispersed, and after a few hours of continuous chanting, dancing and bowing, even the natural divine power of the barbarians was a little unbearable, and not long after returning to their respective homes, the entire valley was already full of snoring.

Sun Ang had also just entered the Shengman tribe, and before he could check it, he felt the shaking of the earth. At the moment, I didn't want to rush into a raw kitchen, and poured all kinds of spices on my body frantically.

He secretly complained in his heart, why was he so weak, he was worried that he would be discovered by the three-headed dragon lizard before he came, but he didn't reach that guy's territory, how could he still be discovered.

This kind of shock, this kind of roar, it must be the three-headed dragon to kill.

The barbarian tribe was also alarmed, and all the warriors climbed the mountain to form the first line of defense, and the three-headed dragon lizard was furious: they want to protect the thief!

So half of the mountain was knocked down in a fit of rage.

The Great Witch Zhu, the Senior Witch Zhu, and the Junior Witch Zhu all gathered their staffs, chanting ancient and jerky syllables in their mouths, secretly conforming to some kind of world rules, mobilizing the vitality of heaven and earth, and condensing into various attacks and bombarding the three-headed dragon lizard.

But this kind of attack, for a ninth-order violent beast, was just an itch. The barbarian tribe of a thousand people is already a big tribe, but today they are doomed to tragedy.

In the distance, the mentors and disciples of the Tianmen Martial Academy were all wondering: What's going on, why is the three-headed dragon lizard so easily irritable this time? It's only been a few days, and it's been another killing spree.

Sun Ang's body was already full of the smell of various seasonings, and he was a little dizzy when he smoked it. But what next? The three-headed dragon lizard won't give up.

The ninth-order beast has a very high intelligence, and the last time it was careless, it let itself escape, and this time it will not stop if it doesn't see its own corpse.

Sun Ang's eyes rolled, and he quietly came outside, the barbarian tribe was already in a panic, and the Wu Zhu took to the air to fight, but in front of the huge three-headed dragon lizard, they were as small as a swarm of flies, and after a while, three or four Wu Zhu were killed and fell.

Sun Ang quietly knocked out a man who was busy running for his life and dragged him back to his hiding place.

He put his two fingers together, and the tips of his fingertips flashed with the aura of Yuan Xi, and began to draw a sigil on the corpse. This sigil is only of the first order, and it is actually the product of a runeman's whims from a few years ago, and can completely imitate the breath of another person.

However, this kind of sigil is really not very useful, because it can only change the breath and cannot change the appearance, but it should be enough to deal with the three-headed dragon lizard.

Sun Ang finished arranging, ready for the golden cicada to come out of its shell, and suddenly the whole valley shook violently.

Sun Ang felt a familiar force coming from the direction of the altar, and when he looked back, the ancestral spirit stone statue on the altar had been manipulated by some force to fly, and every gem on the mask was radiating light, revealing a strange pattern in the void.

This kind of pattern Sun Ang is too familiar: "Magic pattern!"

With the help of the power of the Ancestral Spirit Stone Statue's cultivation of barbarian faith over thousands of years, the powerful Demon Pattern has established a spatial coordinate in this world, and transmitted the location to the other side.

Under that light demonic text, the space rumbled and collapsed, the heavens and the earth trembled, and a strange dark blue band of light fluttered in the night sky, crisscrossing thousands of miles, and the place where it passed turned into nothingness.

A clearly visible crack is spreading rapidly, and it will soon turn into a sub-yuan shard!

"Demon Clan!" Sun Ang shouted in his heart, he didn't expect it to be a Demon Clan! During this time, the Demon Clan really attacked frequently, and it seemed that the war between humans and demons had reached a critical moment.

Sun Ang is faced with a dilemma: the Shengman on the ground has become Sun Ang's "stand-in", as long as he takes off his clothes and puts them on Shengman's body, there will be an eighty percent chance that the golden cicada will succeed in breaking out of his shell.

But this time, it is very likely that the plan of the demon clan will be successful, once the Yayuan fragment channel is opened, it will be the second catastrophe, and this time the demon clan must be more prepared than the last time, and whether it is possible to turn the tide and finally defeat the demon clan, Sun Ang has no confidence.

Don't forget that the reason why he was able to succeed last time was because he staged an empty city plan with the Mahayana sigil at a critical moment!

If you leave, it is likely that Mingjing will be finished. And then the entire Qianming Dynasty, and then the entire human race.

"What should I do?!" Sun Ang was undecided, the roar of the three-headed dragon lizard was getting closer and closer, and Shengman had already suffered heavy casualties and could not hold on. It's too late to go any longer.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and scolded: "Be stupid again!"

He can't just walk away, Ming Jing has millions of lives, and there are still his classmates in the Tianmen Martial Academy. Not to mention anything else, his father, younger brother, and Qiu Yirui are all in Mingjing, and there are Yu Peilan and Lu Mingyi in the Tanglin Hunting Ground, these people are all he cares about, and among them, he would rather sacrifice his life to protect.

Sun Ang still held a trace of luck, taking advantage of the chaos, quietly sneaked to the vicinity of the altar, the Kui Huo sword in his hand, aimed at the ancestral spirit stone statue in the air and struck out.

Immortal Emperor a sword!

Boom -

A cloud of light rose from the altar, forming a huge protective shield that firmly protected the ancestral spirit stone statue and the entire altar in it.

The power of the Immortal Emperor's sword slammed into this ray of light shield, and it was shocked back by a solid backlash.

Sun Ang spat out blood from his mouth, and he was extremely hesitant for a while. The Ancestral Spirit Altar is the most important position in the entire Immortal Tribe, and it is normal to have such a defense.

The strength of the barbarian tribe with a scale of 1,000 people is strong, and the Great Witch Zhu is comparable to the strong man of the Terran Destiny Realm.

Sun Ang did not give up, he swung his sword again and again, the flames rolled out, and the sea of fire submerged the entire ancestral spirit altar, but he was never able to break through that layer of defense.

"What should I do?!" countless thoughts instantly turned through Sun Ang's mind, if he had enough time, he could use the power of the Mahayana sigil to break through the defense.

However, above the altar, the magic patterns projected by the mask of the ancestral spirit stone statue have begun to burn, and the Yayuan fragments have gradually formed a scale and are constantly expanding, as long as they reach Cheng Dù that can accommodate the army, the demon army will definitely be killed like a tide.

There is no time! Sun Ang gritted his teeth, and could only choose the worst way to deal with it.

He jumped out at once, rose into the air, and constantly spewed flames out of his body, dancing and shouting: "Hey, stupid big one! I'm here, do you see it, it's me, that's right, it's me, how does the poison pill taste? How does it feel to be teased, hahaha!"