The giant eagle flapped its wings, and Zhang Xiaolin rolled down the cliff with people and horses.

Seemingly not interested in Zhang Xiaolin, the giant eagle stretched out its huge eagle talons, and dived, but grabbed Zhang Xiaolin's mount and disappeared into the stream in an instant.

Looking at the body that fell at high speed, Zhang Xiaolin exerted his divine sense to the extreme, up and down, left and right, more than a mile, all in the sea of consciousness like a mirror, there was no vegetation on the mountain, all the bare were rocks, and he couldn't find any buffer fulcrum at all, and he was about to fall on a rock that protruded from the mountain.

If he fell on the rock, with Zhang Xiaolin's current cultivation, he would die without a life, so Zhang Xiaolin had no choice but to slap his palm against the mountain wall, and his body took advantage of the momentum to fly a few feet sideways and continue to fall.

Zhenyuan was running at high speed, and the Tai Chi strength was also exerted to the extreme, and the aura in the body was released to form a round ball of about one zhang, wrapping Zhang Xiaolin, Zhang Xiaolin's hands kept slamming downward, and only then did he feel a slight slowdown in the fall.

It is unknown how deep the pool is, but at least it can be buffered, and it seems that life is saved.

Zhang Xiaolin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and originally planned to hit two palms with all his strength at the moment of landing to cushion the downward trend, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

Between the lightning and flint, there was a loud bang, and Zhang Xiaolin only felt that the aura cover on his body dissipated instantly, and his whole body was extremely cold to the bone, and he had fallen into the water. Under the strong inertia, the body sinks rapidly, generally speaking, in winter, the further you go to the bottom, the higher the temperature should be, but here it seems to be the opposite, the lower the water temperature is.

It's too cold, in Zhang Xiaolin's experience, the water under this water is definitely below zero, and it is a strange cold, a kind of cold that cannot be resisted, directly penetrating the body, cold to the heart, as for why the water is so cold and why it is not frozen, Zhang Xiaolin doesn't know at once.

A monk is actually afraid of the cold, and it is definitely a joke to tell it, because even if he is an ordinary martial artist, his internal strength is cultivated to a certain extent, and it is not invaded by cold and heat, let alone a monk who has already practiced the third level of qi. But this cold did make Zhang Xiaolin feel like his whole body was about to freeze.

Falling from the cliff into the water, this power should not be underestimated, I feel that this cold pool is bottomless, Zhang Xiaolin has at least rushed into the water dozens of zhang deep, and the bottom is still unfathomable, with Zhang Xiaolin's divine sense of more than a mile, he can't sense the bottom of the pool at all.

There were no creatures in the entire pool, and he couldn't even feel the shadows of fish and shrimp, Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Zhenyuan operated on its own in the body, dispelling some of the cold, Zhang Xiaolin felt that his body was no longer descending rapidly, slowly stopped, and then slowly rose.

After a while, Zhang Xiaolin's little head finally came out of the water, took a breath of fresh air, and felt a lot more comfortable.

Climbing ashore in embarrassment, Zhang Xiaolin looked around, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, this place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, all of which are cliffs, and it seems impossible to climb up.

On one side is a gap, and the pool water drains down from the gap, and you can't see the bottom at a glance.

There is no exit!

The fog overhead is steaming, and there is no daylight, only a little light through the clouds, and it can still make people feel day and night.

Suddenly, a black dot came down from the clouds, getting bigger and bigger, and Zhang Xiaolin's consciousness swept away, all of them were eagles, dense, and thousands.

What do they want to do?

There's no living thing in there, is there?

Zhang Xiaolin's scalp was numb, did he want to attack me?

Sure enough, a goshawk swooped down and went straight to Zhang Xiaolin, seeing that a pair of sharp claws were about to grab Zhang Xiaolin's head, Zhang Xiaolin snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the goshawk's legs, divided his hands, and stabbed it, the goshawk was directly torn in half, Zhang Xiaolin just threw the torn goshawk to the side, and immediately pounced down two goshawks, each grabbed half of the goshawk's body and flew away.

One by one, the goshawks followed one after another, and kept pounced on Zhang Xiaolin, Zhang Xiaolin did the same, tearing off one and leaving three less, and the other two would grab half of the corpses and fly away.

Despite this, Zhang Xiaolin's divine sense swept and found that the goshawks above his head not only did not decrease, but became more and more, and he didn't know where these eagles came from.

Falling Eagle Stream, it's really damn famous.

Fortunately, he fell all the way into the pool, and he didn't consume a lot of true yuan, and he could still hold it.

The goshawks gathered more and more, and instead of coming down one by one to die, they began to pounce down two or three at the same time, Zhang Xiaolin frowned, grabbed the eagle's claws and threw them to the ground hard, and immediately fell into a ball of meat sauce.

just fell to death, but immediately four or five goshawks pounced together, Zhang Xiaolin drew a gourd in the same way, grabbed a handful, and fell to the cliff rock.

I don't know how many eagles were killed, at least no less than two thousand.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light overhead, and the eagle that covered the sky and the sun suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Xiaolin wondered, could this be a murderous fear? Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and a powerful coercion pressed down from the top.

Zhang Xiaolin was taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the giant eagle that had just captured his mount and descended from the sky.

Coercion! The powerful coercion was so powerful that Zhang Xiaolin couldn't raise his head at all.

What's going on? Could it be that a flat-haired beast is higher than my cultivation?

I have never felt this kind of pressure, and even the operation of Zhenyuan is not smooth.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't know what level this giant eagle was, it should have surpassed the ordinary foundation building monks.

The level of beasts does not want to be human monks, generally there is no cultivation, just ordinary beasts, those with bloodline inheritance are called fierce beasts, and fierce beasts have the inheritance of self-cultivation in their bodies, and after opening their spiritual wisdom, they can be called demon beasts.

Demon beasts are divided into one to nine orders, the first order demon beast is equivalent to the Qi training period, the second order is equivalent to the foundation building period, the third order demon beast is equivalent to the Jindan stage monk, the fourth order is equivalent to the Yuan Infant stage monk, the fifth order is equivalent to the distraction stage monk, the sixth order is equivalent to the Tribulation period monk, the seventh order demon beast is equivalent to the combined period monk, the eighth order demon beast is equivalent to the Tribulation period monk, and the ninth order is equivalent to the Mahayana period monk.

Demon beasts can generally transform into human forms from the late Yuan Infant stage, and the higher the cultivation, the more complete the change.

A fifth- or sixth-order demon beast could not completely transform into a human form, but only partially transformed.

The giant eagle was still at least a few miles away from Zhang Xiaolin, and Zhang Xiaolin was already unable to move, indicating that this demon beast had reached at least the second order or above.

The giant eagle was getting closer and closer, Zhang Xiaolin could no longer stand, and fell to the ground, and he definitely couldn't have the slightest thought of resisting in his heart.

Is this the case here?

Zhang Xiaolin was unwilling.

Fortunately, his consciousness was still there, Zhang Xiaolin's heart moved, and he sacrificed Li Yuanba's sky-bombing hammer, ready to make the last fight!