After walking for about five miles, the jungle gradually thinned out, and the cliffs were slightly visible, and the light became dazzling and intense.

But it was not sunlight, but the multicolored light emitted by the five elements cup. The golden cup is golden, the wooden cup is green, the water cup is blue, the fire cup is red, and the earthen cup is brown.

They float in the air like bubbles, and the multicolored light that envelops them reflects each other, and they look beautiful.

However, in the center of this beauty, a two-meter-tall crane stood on a high cliff. The Five Elements Cups were around its lair.

Yun He seemed to be leisurely combing his feathers with his long pointed beak, but the power of its third-level demonic beast emanated from its body all the time.

Feng Aojun felt a force from afar that stopped her from moving forward. In other words, it is a warning from a third-level Warcraft to an intruder.

But this coercion was not enough to scare her legs, and after a little frustration, the coercion was digested by herself.

Feng Aojun continued to move forward, and as soon as he entered the protection realm of the cloud crane, it suddenly raised its head, and its small round eyes shot a fierce light, staring directly at Feng Aojun, a small human being.

Yunhe immediately let out a warning cry, and his wings spread slightly, as if he was about to pounce towards Feng Aojun.

Feng Aojun clenched the wooden sword in his hand and continued to walk over, Yun He saw that the comer did not listen to the warning, and suddenly stopped being polite, and with a sigh, he spread his giant wings and flew towards Feng Aojun.

The air was suddenly surging, blowing Feng Aojun's sideburns. A mouthful of mist-like things spit out from Yun He's mouth like fire, and it was about to surround Feng Aojun.

At that time, Feng Aojun grabbed the vine tree hanging from a tree next to him and jumped up. Yun He was originally swooping towards Feng Aojun, but her leap was actually higher than the high speed of Yun He's flight.

The wooden sword in his hand slashed across Yunhe's back.

A cry resounded through the valley, and the blood suddenly stained the crane's white feathers. It immediately turned around and glared at Feng Aojun standing on a branch.

Although it couldn't speak, its spirituality had allowed it to sense that Feng Aojun was just a zero-level beginner, but he could hurt it, and there was a hint of vigilance in that anger.

A mouthful of mist spit out of Yunhe's mouth more violently, and wound towards Feng Aojun in strips. The mist dissipated when it touched the ground just now, but it melted a pool of dead leaves on the ground.

Therefore, this corrosive mist was untouchable, and Feng Aojun jumped down extremely quickly. She was already extremely fast, and when the crane was about to spread her wings and fly, she quickly led a vine rose, slashed the ground, and quickly wrapped the vine around the crane on her slender legs.

Yunhe had just spit out a mouthful of mist, and it would take a few seconds to cool down if he wanted to do it again.

But it was these few seconds that was the key to Feng Aojun's victory, she was like wearing a flower, passing through Yunhe's huge body, and the vine Luo instantly wrapped around its neck, a tumbling past, and the vine Luo tied a dead knot in Yunhe's mouth.

Feng Aojun looked at Yunhe, who was tied up by herself, and clapped her hands. The wine was really good, and her skills were at least half as fast as before. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to handle this third-level demonic beast so easily.

At this time, I can't help but be even more grateful to the man who let him drink.

Yunhe's mouth was tied, and he couldn't spit out the mist anymore, so he couldn't corrode the vines wrapped around his body, so he had to roll on the ground, trying to break free from these shackles.

The mana monster has a weakness, that is, its strength is not strong enough, so the little vine has made it helpless.