The dense foliage of the plants blocked most of the light, and the forest was dark and silent, and every inch of the land here was covered with thick fallen leaves, and there was no grass on the ground, except for the occasional rustling sound of unknown life lurking under the fallen leaves.

A calm-faced old man walked towards this side from the depths of the forest, like a ghost, stepping on the soft layer of fallen leaves without making a sound. From the perspective of everyone in the audience, a black forest leopard was lurking behind a big tree, staring at the old man's eyes emitting a faint green light. The forest leopard is much more dangerous than the red spirit pig, and some adult forest leopards can even break through the fourth level and become the existence of the fifth level demon king.

Forest leopards haunt the depths of the dark forest, and they are rare in the great wilderness, and the young people in the audience who have just opened their veins have only seen the paintings of forest leopards from the Hundred Beasts Sutra.

The old man was unaware of the existence of the forest leopard, and as he approached, the forest leopard in a hunting state also quietly lowered its body and assumed a killing posture. The forest leopard is not a red spirit pig, it will roar or something before attacking, it always attacks suddenly, and a fatal blow, the whole hunting process, all silent.

The old man had already walked within the range of the leopard, and the leopard hiding behind the tree swooped forward, bringing up a dead leaf and flying like a butterfly behind it.

The old man stopped and stood quietly in place, just at the moment when the sharp teeth of the forest leopard were about to bite his neck, a towering giant tree beside him suddenly hung down the head of a scale python with a large mouth of blood, and the forest leopard seemed to be automatically sent to someone's mouth, and was swallowed by the huge black scale python in one bite.

The head of the scaly python retracted into the tree again, and the old man paused slightly, and continued as if nothing had happened. The forest was still silent, as if the horrific killing had never happened.

The butterfly-like dead leaf finally fell to the ground, and the audience exhaled loudly, the deep silence just now was simply depressing.

No one spoke, and everyone's hearts were silently reciting a name that made people chill: "Ink Scale Ancestor......"

A sharp eagle's cry broke the silence, and the illusion on the stage flickered again, changing from the dark forest to the vast and flat wilderness. Tens of thousands of wasteland yaks are galloping on the migration road, each adult wasteland yak is bigger than the African bull elephant in the previous life, tens of thousands of wasteland yaks run, the earth will also shake, the iron hooves on the ground rattling, mixed with the sound of fluttering and farting, it feels as if there are hundreds of old-fashioned steam trains running side by side.

The black alpine eagle flew in the clear blue sky, it spread its wings and cast a huge terrifying shadow on the ground, a wasteland yak with a body like a small mountain raised its head, stared at the iron feather giant eagle in the sky with red eyes and roared, as the leader of this tribe, it must warn this king of hunting from the sky, and the other wasteland yaks also mooed when they saw this.

The level of the demon beasts of the wasteland yak is not high, and a single one can't even fight the red-eyed pig, but when tens of thousands of wasteland yaks gather into a herd, even the existence of the demon king must be avoided.

When the whole herd was staring at the giant eagle, a white cloud floating in the air suddenly split into a cloud, and the "cloud" turned into white lightning, swooping down from the air at great speed, grabbing a small yak that was slightly behind because of playfulness, and quickly brought the small yak the size of a scalper to the sky.

"That's the Iron Feather Eagle and the Bald Crane, the two of them are the best at cooperating with each other, and they are unguardable. In the crowd of people in the audience, a well-informed senior was introducing the origin of these two spirit birds to the young men of the open pulse, and before his words fell, the Tieling giant eagle suddenly retracted its wings, swooping down like a cannonball, taking advantage of the attention of the herd to be attracted by the little yak mooing and wailing in the air, and actually grabbed the hill-like head cow!

One of the eagle's claws clasped the back of the cow, and no matter how much the cow struggled, it could not break free, and one of its wings flapped violently, and several wasteland yaks rushed towards it with red eyes, and in the blink of an eye, they were flapped away by its iron wings. Finally, the giant eagle slowly lifted into the air with a cow, and the teenagers in the audience couldn't help but cheer. As if to match the applause of the people, the other talon of the giant eagle slashed at the chest and abdomen of the cow, and the rain of blood rained down from the sky and stained a large area of the wasteland.

Standing in the corner, he watched the crowd cheering loudly for the Iron Feather Giant Eagle, with a wry smile on his face. Under the pressure of the dog girl and the blue, he had to let the white-headed old crane make soy sauce, who let the white crane ancestor come to the door because of a little trivial matter?

The Iron Feather Giant Eagle and the White-headed Old Crane each grabbed the loot and flew farther and farther, turning into two small black dots, and finally disappeared into the sky. The 10,000 yaks of the wasteland are mooing and wailing at a loss, and without the guidance of a cow, it is difficult for them to complete this long-distance migration of more than 10,000 miles.

"The Iron Feather Eagle is back!" the boy riding on the branch suddenly pointed to a small black dot in the sky in the illusion, and shouted happily, "It's so fast!"

"That's not a giant eagle!" The people in the audience looked in the direction of the boy's finger, and the black dot was much closer in a breath or two, and they could not help but shout, "God, that's a dragon!"

"Nonsense, the dragons haven't appeared in the wasteland for more than 10,000 years! ”

Before the man's words fell, the demon Jiao that escaped in the wind reached the sky above the herd, and for some reason, its body suddenly twitched, and then suddenly slowed down. The body, which was larger than the Ink Scale Python, bent into various strange shapes in mid-air, and finally lost its strength and fell straight from the air into the herd.

Dozens of yaks in the wasteland were directly smashed into meat by the corpses of the demon Jiao, and the panicked cattle rushed and trampled on each other, causing greater casualties and chaos.

A red-eyed adult wasteland yak slammed into the corpse of the demon Jiao as if it were dizzy, but its horns had not yet touched the scales of the demon Jiao, and its entire body was blasted away by a punch from the petite figure that jumped down from the demon Jiao's head.

"Flower Raccoon Ancestor!" The eyes of the young people in the audience widened, the Flower Fox Ancestor in the fantasy realm was very different from what they thought in their hearts, she did not have fairy-like palace clothes on her body, but was dressed as a savage hunter. Even so, the tight-fitting animal skin dress could still outline her infinitely beautiful curves, and the mottled blood stains on her face could not hide her peerless appearance.

The teenagers were dumbfounded on their faces, but their hearts were full of blood. Compared with the civet ancestor who hunted the demon Jiao, the old guys in front of him who smashed the red-eyed pig's head and swallowed the forest leopard became overshadowed.

"You're crazy, aren't you!" Yan Que pinched the dog girl fiercely, and said, "How dare you poke out the matter of the ancestor hunting the demon Jiao?"