Like a giant beast coming out of the wilderness, a stream of desolate aura suddenly eroded the land within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The aura was so strong that even the Youye monks couldn't stand steadily, and even Xingyun was seriously injured, but at this moment, he shook violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xiang Manlu's body also shook unconsciously, his fingers were released, and the arrow flew out, but it was a little off, not in Li Xiu's throat, but shot in from the shoulder, Li Xiu's body flying upside down in the air fell straight down, and was nailed to the ground alive by this arrow.

Drunken Spring Breeze still sits there, his eyes closed, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Li Xiu was lying on the snow, his shoulders and chest were constantly oozing blood, and his face turned pale.

He looked at the heavens, and he didn't let out any emotion of death, but so much.

There was surprise in his eyes, with fear.

It wasn't the fear of the incense road, nor the fear of death, but the fear of the huge claws that covered the sky.

Neither of them could move, and Xiang Manlu didn't even need to shoot an arrow at this time, just walked over and took out a dagger to gently slash through the throats of those two.

But he didn't do it, because he didn't dare, the earth was still shaking, and the sides of the hundred-meter-wide abyss began to crumble and shatter continuously, expanding the rift to the north and south.

The claw rose higher and higher, revealing its entire arm.

Then a huge head emerged from the abyss, its eyes blood-red, looking at everyone, and then opening its mouth wide and letting out a roar.

This is the killing from the desolation, from the primitive animal nature.

This is the abyss that Xiao Bo cut out like a sword, bottomless, and no one has ever gone down.

But the giant beast in front of him stood up and surpassed the abyss, that arm was hundreds of miles long, and one tooth was several miles in size, it was a real behemoth.

Compared to it, Li Xiu and the others are not even an ant.

So how tall is it, exactly?

And what the hell is this?

No one knows, even if Li Xiu claims to have read through the world, he doesn't have the slightest impression of this thing.

Until Lian Xingyun Tie blushed and said a name

"Spirit Bear. ”

Then Xiang Manlu trembled, and a flash of clarity flashed in Li Xiu's eyes.

It turns out that this is what the ghosts of the two caves in Saibei have to guard for generations.

It turns out that this thing actually exists.

"Such a huge bear spirit, and you haven't even seen it. ”

Li Xiu lay on the ground and said sarcastically.

Lian Xingyun's face was pale, and he didn't care about his sarcasm, and the other four remaining two cave ghosts suddenly knelt on the ground and cried.

It turns out that the words of the ancestors are true, and it turns out that the fate in this world is really predestined.

Listening to these cries in his ears, Li Xiu surprisingly did not laugh, nor did he continue to sneer.

He squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the bear spirit who roared in the sky, as if he was about to vent all the anger that had been imprisoned for nearly a thousand years.

It turns out that everyone's fate is predestined.

And we are destined not to be able to pay off what we owe.

Lian Xingyun's face turned pale, he gave up everything, turned his back on his ancestors, betrayed the responsibility of the ghosts in the two caves, and chose to leave.

In the end, it was a bamboo basket for nothing.

The ancestor is gone, but the spirit bear is still there.

And the great array that suppressed him has been broken, and now the Eagle Sorrow Stream should be in ruins.

Spirit Bear's roar faded away, and it lowered its head, its blood-red pupils staring at everyone.

Li Xiu didn't even have a single hair on it.

Xiang Manlu stood in place, his face was originally very white, but now it is even whiter, it is pale.

His hand gripped the longbow tightly, his knuckles bloodless from too hard.

He pursed his lips and bowed his head without saying a word.

This is at least the bear spirit of the Five Realms, and it belongs to the pinnacle of the Five Realms.

No one would ask such a stupid question as how it got here from Eagle Stream, because this bear is really big, Eagle Sorrow Stream only needs to take a few dozen steps to get here, the only question is how it quietly appeared below the abyss.

Li Xiu pulled out the arrow that was stuck in his shoulder and threw it aside, he stood up, and the wind and snow blew his fingers to blow the small flower.

Swing at hand.

......

Li Xiu walked to the side of the drunken spring breeze, then stretched out his right hand and shook it in the air.

There is no aura under his feet like a dragon spreading, and naturally there will be no sword in the void.

He just took out a teacup from his hand, bent down to untie the wine jug on Zui Chunfeng's waist, and opened it to find that the wine was gone.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes lit up as if he suddenly remembered something, then he took out a bag of tea, pinched a small pinch and put it into the cup, and stuffed it with some snow, and the snow turned into water during the operation of spiritual power.

Gradually, the fragrance of tea wafted out.

The palm raised by Spirit Bear slapped little by little, and the next moment it was about to meet death.

Naturally, there is no need to pay attention to the complicated steps of bathing the white crane and hanging the pot high.

You can just sip the ganlin directly, so that is the right way of tea.

The ghosts of the two caves sat cross-legged together, closing their eyes and waiting for death and atonement.

If they can't pay what they owe, they will only die.

Xiang Manlu didn't cry out angrily about the injustice of fate, and then used his strength to run away, trying to escape from the huge palm.

Because there's no escape.

He sniffed his nose and turned his head to look at Li Xiu, who was drinking tea.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Li Xiu raised his arm at him and said calmly.

That's the real peace, death is like tomorrow, it can come at any time, and you can't do anything messy because of that.

In the past ten years, he has imagined more than once what it will be like when one day he is only one bridge away from Huangquan.

It is completely understood to this day.

It was still what it was supposed to be.

Xiang Manlu looked at him, was silent for a while, and then asked, "What tea?"

Li Xiu looked down at the tea bag, which had a line of small characters written on it, and then he looked up and said, "Xinyang's hairy tip." ”

Xiangmanlu didn't know the tea ceremony and rarely drank tea, but he knew the name, so he said, "Then have a cup." ”

Li Xiu nodded, then took out another cup, took out a small pinch of tea leaves and put it in, and then poured a handful of snow from the ground into the cup and handed it to him.

"It's really stingy, people who are dying are reluctant to give up those teas. ”

Xiang Manlu stretched out his hand to take it, a little disgusted.

"Tea is a thing, if you put too much, it will be unpalatable, this cup is very small, so just right. ”

"You are a connoisseur, and I will listen to you. ”

Xiang Manlu nodded, and the tea quietly boiled between the operation of spiritual power, boiling the tea leaves.

The aroma of tea gushes up from the inside of the cup with hot air.

The faint fragrance seems to warm up the surroundings.

Xiang Manlu took a breath, and the wind above his head became stronger and more depressing.

The huge claws were getting closer and closer, and I could even faintly smell the bear's hair.

"Good tea. ”

He opened his mouth and whispered praise, but his face was full of bitterness.