When the ghost-faced monk heard this, his eyes narrowed, and the murderous intent became even stronger.

Half an hour passed, and the distance between the two was close to fifty feet.

In the middle of the flight, the ghost-faced monk pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a wind blade slashed out at Mu Zizhen's back.

It's not that he doesn't want to launch stronger spells to fight quickly, but in the high-speed flight, the more powerful the spell, the more difficult it is to form.

The blade of the wind pierced through the air, emitting a piercing screech.

Mu Zizhen's expression was solemn, and he controlled the flying sword to narrowly avoid this blow, but at this moment, the distance between him and the ghost-faced monk was half a foot closer.

"Boy, you can't escape, just stop and die. ”

"The old dog of the Kong family. ”

"I'm going to tear you to pieces. ”

"The old dog of the Kong family. ”

"I will make your mouth hard, and I will ask you to die later. ”

"The old dog of the Kong family. ”

"You—" The Ghost-faced Monk was speechless.

One wind blade after another shot out, but they were all dodged by Mu Zizhen.

The distance is constantly shortening, 40 zhang, 30 zhang, 20 zhang, 10 zhang...

"Stop. The ghost-faced Jin Dan stopped drinking in the air, and a wall of wind converged thirty zhang in front of Mu Zizhen.

Although the wind wall has not yet been formed, it will be a matter of blink of an eye, and if you don't change your direction, you will hit it headlong.

After the ghost-faced monk finished his spell, he quickly caught up, and during the process, he opened up a distance of several feet.

Now the distance between the two is only fifteen zhang, and if they change their direction, they will be immediately caught up, and they will be blocked by a wind wall.

Mu Zizhen was in a dilemma, and he didn't have time to think about countermeasures.

Gritting his teeth, he stopped the retreat technique, flew forward while his body was inertia, turned around in the air, and slashed out at the ghost-faced monk with both hands with his sword.

swish

A long sword qi shot out, and the two of them were already close to each other, and the ghost-faced monk was still speeding forward, and he didn't dodge at all, so he had to make a hard connection.

As soon as a round shield was sacrificed, it was slashed by sword qi.

Boom, spiritual power spreads.

The sword qi shattered, and the round shield flew upside down and slammed into the Ghost Faced Monk's chest, knocking him to a halt.

Mu Zizhen hurriedly flew the sword, and the thunder shining all over his body flew to the side.

By the time the ghost-faced monk unloaded the impact, Mu Zizhen had already flown out thirty zhang, and although he had resolved this interception, his expression was very ugly.

This time, it was only when the Ghost Face Monk was unprepared that he was taken by surprise to force him to stop, and it would definitely not work if he used this method again.

What if you will be caught up again in a few moments?

Mu Zizhen's next actions made the Ghost-faced Monk dumbfounded.

I saw that he pulled his arms hard, and the person reached the sky above the flying sword, and then sat down.

This is not the end, the flying sword turned around in the flight, turning into the tip of the sword towards the ghost-faced monk, and Mu Zizhen rode the flying sword and flew away quickly.

However, with Mu Zizhen's physical body, he was just sitting on the sword, so he didn't have to worry about cutting his lower body, and his hands subconsciously took it out... Not.. Some are left behind.

If other sword cultivators saw him like this, they would probably be unable to help but behead him.

Although the aerial sword riding was completed, it also affected the speed of the flight, and the distance between the two was shortened to more than ten zhang.

It can be seen that Mu Zizhen's expression is really good, and he has the slightest worry with a cheap smile on his face.

"Old dog, it's time to see the master next. ”

With a swipe of his hand on the tip of the sword, a sword qi shot out and stabbed at the neck of the ghost-faced monk.

The Devil-Faced Monk sacrificed a spirit shield to resist.

"Ding"

The sword and shield collided, and the sword qi exploded and the shield flew upside down.

Whoa...

Mu Zizhen's fingers swiped continuously, and one after another sword qi shot out, although he couldn't hurt the ghost face monk in the slightest, it really affected his speed.

It's not hard to understand when you think about it, it's like the difference between a tailwind and a headwind.

The ghost-faced monk roared angrily and couldn't do anything about it, half a cup of tea passed, and the distance between the two was widened to fifty zhang.

In the end, he could only hang outside the attack range and wait for Mu Zi's true spiritual power to run out.

Mu Zizhen naturally knew the Ghost Face Monk's intentions, although the amount of his spiritual yuan power far exceeded that of the same realm, it could not be compared to the Jindan Monk.

And it has been a long time since the war before, and the spiritual power has already consumed more than half.

If he goes on like this, even if he doesn't urge the sword qi, it won't take half a day to run out of spiritual energy.

After taking out the recovery pill from the acceptance ring, a wave of spiritual power spread in the dantian, and the exercise was fully absorbed, and the spiritual yuan power was restored to two percent.

Glancing at the pill bottle, there were still thirty pills left, and secretly estimated that the pill would last for a day at most.

He also took out the healing pill and took it, and he must return to his peak state before his spiritual power is exhausted.

The ghost-faced monk didn't attack, just watched Mu Zizhen heal his wounds and recover his spiritual power, always hanging fifty zhang away, in his opinion, everything Mu Zizhen did was just jumping around before he died.

A day later, the surrounding peaks were getting taller and steeper, meaning they were flying deeper into the mountains.

Although Mu Zi's true spiritual yuan power was restored to eighty percent by relying on pills, his spiritual sense was almost exhausted.

With a ruthless face, since you can't escape, it's better to fight against the water.

There was a peak of thousands of zhang in front of him, Mu Zizhen flew up against the ridge, stopped at the peak and stood with his flying sword hanging in the air.

The Ghost-Faced Monk stopped thirty feet away and looked at it with interest, "Why didn't you run away?"

"You and I, only one person can make it down the mountain alive. Mu Zizhen's voice was calm, his eyes were calm, as if he was not talking about life and death, but chatting among friends.

"Haha ... Kneeling and begging for mercy now will make you die a happy death. ”

Hmm, the two sword qi staggered, one horizontal and one vertical, slashing straight towards the ghost-faced monk, this is Mu Zizhen's answer.

The sword qi flew by, and the flowers and plants were cut off by the strong wind along the way.

In response to this fierce attack, the ghost-faced monk only sent out a foot-long wind blade, which slashed at the intersection of sword qi in a rotation, and the sword qi wind blade dissipated at the same time.

Mu Zizhen rushed forward, and every time he took a step, he slashed out a sword qi.

The ghost-faced monk sacrificed his spirit shield and turned into three feet and floated in front of him.

Bang bang bang ...

With each sword qi that was received, the spirit shield retreated a few points.

When Mu Zizhen was still a zhang away from the shield, he slammed on the ground and jumped into the air, stabbing straight out with a sword in both hands.

bang

Mu Zizhen and the spirit shield flew backwards at the same time, and a wind blade stabbed straight into his head.

At the moment of life and death, a thunderbolt exploded in front of him, and Mu Zizhen's flying speed skyrocketed, the wind blade slashed against his cheek, and the tip of his nose was rubbed by the strong wind for a while.

Without waiting for the power of the back flight to be unloaded, his right hand raised and threw a frost blade, and the spiritual sense wrapped the sword body, and the speed of the sword doubled and stabbed at the ghost-faced monk.

The latter flicked his sleeves, and the spirit shield instantly resisted in front of the flying sword.

bite

The spiritual power spreads, and the ground is full of holes.

Every time the flying sword tried to bypass the spirit shield and kill the ghost-faced monk, it was blocked by the spirit shield.

As soon as Mu Zizhen landed, a few more wind blades came to kill, while controlling the flying sword to continue to attack and kill, while using the thunder escape technique to avoid the wind blade cutting.

"Hmph, I'll see how long you can hide. The ghost-faced monk snorted coldly, his hand pinched the method to form a Dao phantom, and after a breath, he paused violently, opened his fingers and shouted: "Wind Killing Technique." ”

A gust of wind blew at the flat bottom of the peak, and finally converged into a roll towards Mu Zizhen.

Where the wind passed, the sand flew and the stones blew, and it blew towards Mu Zizhen.

Before the wind came, Mu Zizhen felt that his spiritual sense was blocked, and he could only detect a few feet, and his eyes were almost unable to open.

Frost Front, who was entangled with the spirit shield, lost his spiritual sense control and smashed to the ground.

The golden threads of the Dao Dao were distributed in the pupils, and the speed at which the wind swept over seemed to be a little slower.

Although the wind is fierce, it is not deadly, and the wind blades are the real killers.

Mu Zi's true body method worked to the extreme, but he still couldn't dodge all the wind blades, so he could only avoid the key points.

"Puff puff..."

The robes were torn and swept away by the wind.

When the spell passed, a bloody man appeared on the spot, and there were large and small wounds all over his body, and even the skin of his face was cut open, revealing his cheekbones and gums, which was hideous and terrifying.

"How's it feeling? haha... Do you still want to turn the sky upside down at the beginning of your life?" The ghost-faced monk stopped his attack and recalled the spirit shield, and walked towards Mu Zizhen as he spoke.

He was complacent, but suddenly found that the pupils of Mu Zizhen's eyes were golden and the whites of his eyes were blood-red, and he exclaimed: "You... You're not a Terran?"

At the moment when he was shocked, the frost front that had landed before turned into a streamer of light and stabbed out, as fast as lightning.

The ghost-faced monk sensed the flying sword, but it was too late to resist the spirit shield, so he could only forcibly twist his body.

The sword pierced through his right rib.

Frost Feng flew back and plunged into the ground in front of Mu Zizhen, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands to prevent his body from falling, he had reached the limit, but he still failed.

He knew that he would not be the opponent of the Devil-Faced Monk, but he firmly believed that the Devil-Faced Monk would not kill him directly, and would definitely humiliate and torture him in every way.

It is not so much that the sword fell due to the obstruction of spiritual sense, but rather the result of careful planning.

Because the spiritual consciousness in the spirit seed is integrated into the sword the moment it is fired.

Sure enough, seeing that he was seriously injured, the ghost-faced monk relaxed his vigilance, and Mu Zizhen didn't need to turn his spiritual power to trigger his spiritual sense to assassinate him with a flying sword.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are jokes.

There is no one-hit kill you want, just a serious injury.

Mu Zizhen couldn't even raise his hand at the moment, and the spiritual sense in the sea of consciousness was even more exhausted.

"Ahh The Ghost-faced Monk roared in shame and rage, carelessly almost dying at the hands of a natal monk.

In the face of the mortal situation, Mu Zi was really fearless, his bloody eyes and golden pupils were strange and deep, and he was terrifyingly calm.

I sighed in my heart: "I'm sorry! I can only go here and can't check your background, I'm really sorry, die... It's okay, it's the people who have died, anyway.

If he dies, will the master know? Will the brothers and sisters be sad? Will the iron iceberg be sad?"

Slowly closing his eyes, his heart is unprecedentedly peaceful, and every gasp is heard exceptionally clearly, whirring and whirring...

The ghost-faced monk condensed a wind blade and aimed it at Mu Zizhen's dantian in a rotating direction, intending to abolish his cultivation first.

Just as the ghost-faced monk was about to shoot the wind blade, a sudden change occurred.

"Chirp"

A scream of thunder exploded in the air, and then a black shadow swooped down from the clouds.

As soon as the ghost-faced monk heard the sound, he subconsciously raised his head, but before he could see what it was, a huge beak reached the top of his head, not to mention that he was terrified, and even if he was prepared, he had no chance to shoot or dodge.

Quick, really fast.

Mu Zizhen saw the ghost-faced monk being swallowed in one bite with his own eyes, and he was calmly waiting for death a moment ago, but at this moment, he scolded in his heart.

"Oh my God, you brought me into this world to feed the birds?"

In contrast, he would rather be tortured to death by the Devil-Faced Monk than be buried in the mouth of a fierce beast.

He shuddered at the thought of being swallowed by the beast, digested into beast feces, and then pulled there casually.

However, the imaginary devouring did not happen, a huge golden claw stabbed into his shoulder, and then he felt his body rise lightly from the ground and fly high into the air.

Mu Zizhen only then had the kung fu to look at the giant bird.

A pair of claws are golden, the tips of the claws are as black as ink, a foot long, the wings are spread more than three feet, the feathers are azure, and the wings make a clicking and rubbing sound, like gold and iron.

The head of an eagle, a pair of round eyes, cold and sharp, beaks like two scimitars.

'Green Goshawk', the darling of the wind, is at least an adult in the Yuan Infant Realm, with a high bloodline that can reach the Void, and his strength is not strong among all the flying beasts, but in terms of speed, he can definitely enter the top thirty.

It is the Fern Wall Mountains, a well-deserved overlord of the air.

Mu Zizhen didn't know why he didn't swallow him in one bite, but still grabbed him and flew, but sooner or later he would have to die, and it was a dream to escape in front of this kind of existence.

The mountains retreated rapidly, and half an hour later, a huge realm appeared in Mu Zizhen's sight.

When I got closer, I saw what kind of mirror it was, and it was clearly a mountain cliff.

Not counting the peaks below, only this side of the stone cliff has to be two thousand zhang high, such as being cut out by the heavenly knife, gray-white and smooth as a mirror.

There is a ten-zhang giant hole on the top of the cliff, and the green goshawk chirps, and the sound pierces through the golden cracked stone, and Mu Zizhen's eardrums are about to be cracked.

As the chirp fell, a chirp came from the giant cavern.

The green goshawk grabbed Mu Zizhen and shot into the hole.

bang

Mu Zizhen was thrown on the stone ground, let out a muffled snort, and his whole body was affected by the pain of cold sweat like water.

On the inside of the stone cave, there is a giant nest built with thick vines with fists, and a calf eagle is rubbing its head against the wings of the green goshawk, and its expression is particularly intimate.

Under the observation of Mu Zizhen's golden pupils, the young eagle's physical condition was very poor, not to mention that there was no trace of spiritual power, and the loss of life essence was serious.

Tweeted...

Haw...

In such a situation, how could Mu Zizhen not understand that the green goshawk had captured him and came back to feed the cubs.

He shuddered at the thought of being torn apart piece by piece by the green goshawk, feeding the stumps into the mouth of the young eagle.

Click...

The green goshawk walked towards Mu Zizhen, the tips of its black claws slashed across the rocks, creating a series of sparks, and lowered the eagle's head to dissect Mu Zizhen's body.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and the fingered eagle hurriedly shouted, "I have a way to strengthen it, I can refine the pill, and it can activate its bloodline." ”

The cold wind blew Mu Zizhen's hair, and the eagle's beak paused an inch above his head.

Mu Zizhen was overjoyed in his heart, and he could understand it, so he immediately said: "Its life essence is seriously lost, even if you feed me to it, it won't help, I can save it." ”

The green goshawk raised his head and took a step back, a pair of eagle eyes staring at Mu Zizhen, as if considering what he said.

Fierce beasts have the same cultivation realm as all races, and the higher the realm, the higher the intelligence, but after all, it can't be compared with intelligent life, at most it is equivalent to a teenager.

That's enough, though.

"Whoa..."

The green goshawk chirped a few times, and seemed to ask Mu Zizhen again.

Although I don't understand what it means, it is definitely right not to feed the eagle immediately, and then said: "I need a few elixirs, and I also need the essence blood of the fierce beasts of the Jindan Realm, the higher the bloodline, the better, as long as you find it, I can prove it to you." ”

After Mu Zizhen finished speaking, he struggled to get up, stretched out his hand and touched the head of the green goshawk, but the height difference was too much to reach.

"I'm going to preach what you're looking for. ”

The green goshawk shook his head, and after looking at Mu Zizhen for a long time, he lowered his head and pressed it to his palm.

After a while, Mu Zizhen and Zhiying were left in the stone cave, and you look at me and I look at you.

"Little guy, do you know if you call daddy in the future?"

"Chirp. ”

"Are you born prematurely? Obviously stunted for less than a month!"

"Chirp. ”

"It seems that your mother is not professional in hatching eggs, and she is not as good as an old hen!"

"Chirp. ”

"Haha... You eagles don't have milk, do you?"

"Chirp. ”