Seeing this, Granny Mo and Ling'er were a little confused, and they just relied on their instinctive trust in Qinglian, so they opened their legs and followed Qinglian's pace and ran wildly, and at the same time, Granny Mo also reluctantly released her spiritual sense to investigate the ghost crying stream behind her, but found nothing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Granny Mo's spiritual sense is not very outstanding, and her body has not yet healed, but in this lush grass and wooded ghost crying stream, it is farther than the eye can see.

Ling'er kept looking back, wanting to see what made Qinglian, who had always been calm, so flustered, but unfortunately, the ghost crying stream behind her was calm, and there was nothing abnormal.

"Little young master, the old slave's spiritual sense has not detected anything abnormal! Are you mistaken?" Granny Mo was still confused.

"I can't tell you that my intuition senses great danger, and my psionic sense is much farther away than yours, and although I haven't seen any danger yet, I feel unusual fluctuations. Qinglian shouted in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

The three of them had already run out of a hundred and ten zhang while talking, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, Granny Mo couldn't help but slow down: "Little master, don't be so nervous, this ghost crying stream is a relatively safe place at the outermost level, it shouldn't be ......"

Before Granny Mo finished speaking, she heard a panicked cry from the air in the distance behind her, and the three of them looked back in amazement, only to see a large piece of "black cloud" faintly emerging in the perennially gray sky in the depths of the ghost crying stream, and the cry came from the "black cloud".

"Those black clouds are a little strange! they're moving a little too fast, aren't they?" Ling'er put her hand on the pergola and tried her best to look into the distance, but she couldn't see it clearly, and pouted dissatisfiedly and wondered.

"That's not a black cloud, it's a flock of birds!" Qinglian's voice trembled a little involuntarily.

"Whew!" another high-pitched and panicked cry came in a coordinated manner, more clearly than the last time.

"Yes! Yes! It's a carrion vulture! Run!" Granny Mo finally remembered the owner of the voice, and vaguely guessed the answer that had shocked her. It was a group of carrion vultures flying out of the Devil's Cry Stream at high speed, heading towards the exit, and at their speed it wouldn't be long before they were where they were standing.

Granny Mo grabbed Qinglian and fled with Ling'er, and at the same time did not forget to take the opportunity to introduce to Qinglian: "Carrion vultures, flocks of birds, are more common between the middle and periphery of the ghost crying stream, mainly eating carrion corpses, spitting yin qi, preying on weak ghosts for a living, and liking to kill ****." Most of them are the acquired realm, and only the rotting corpse vulture king among them will be the innate realm. However, their ethnic group is huge, and their group consciousness is very strong, and their attacks are dense, endless, and ferocious, so they are very difficult! With so many carrion vultures, even fighting with them in the late congenital stage is a dead end, and even the masters of the foundation building period may not dare to provoke them!"

Granny Mo thought for a moment and suggested, "Little boy, our two-legged ones can't outrun their wings! You should be able to hide from the carrion vultures in the sky. ”

"However, it seems that it is not only the carrion in the sky, but also something on the ground that is rushing wildly. Qinglian's face was ugly, and she wished that her feelings were wrong.

But God seemed to be trying to verify what he said, and before Granny Mo could ask in detail, a change that almost made her collapse happened again. There was a slight tremor on the ground, and it tended to intensify, and a whimpering beast roar could be faintly heard in the distance.

At this time, if you look at it from a high altitude, you can find that the dense grass and trees in the Ghost Crying Stream are being trampled and destroyed by a force from the depths to the middle to the periphery, and countless Yin beasts, Yin Spirits, Ghost Things, and a few powerful Ghost Xiufei are also fleeing out like crazy.

"This is a beast tide!How is it possible?I've never heard of a beast tide erupting in the Ghost Crying Stream!" Granny Mo roared in disbelief.

"Beast tide!" Ling'er also turned pale when she heard this, the horror of the beast tide is clear to the tribes of Fengwei Plain. Every few decades or more than ten years, there will always be a wave of beasts of different sizes in the Yinfeng Mountain Range.

Dense, endless beasts, fierce beasts from the mouth of the slaughtering tiger, rushed into the phoenix tail plain, each beast tide will bring huge disasters to the affected tribes, the light is heavy losses, the heavy vitality is greatly damaged, and even the tribe is directly wiped out.

Fortunately, Ling'er is already light and fast, and his body has been refined recently, and his speed has become even faster; although Granny Mo has not fully recovered, it is not a problem with the help of Qinglian; Qinglian's speed is the most terrifying, and now he relies on the strength of his body alone, and when he stomps down, his body can leap out with the power of rebound, not to mention that he has the true qi in his body to support him.

Therefore, Qinglian pulled a person in one hand, and kept making a loud "bang!", leaving behind a visible depression, stirring up dust and fleeing towards the ghost crying stream.

Granny Mo explained to Qinglian and Ling'er while fleeing: "Once there is a beast tide, it is indeed more unsafe in the cave, if you are trapped in it, countless beasts will come in, and there will always be a part of them that will break into the cave, so that if you are in it, there will be no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground." It's better to take advantage of the fact that the beasts are still far away, and we are not too far away from the exit of the Ghost Crying Stream, there should be a great chance of escaping from the Ghost Crying Stream, and there will be a chance to escape when we get out of the Ghost Crying Stream!"

Qinglian knew that Granny Mo was experienced, since she should have a reason for saying this, not to mention that he also planned to do so in his heart, so he didn't talk nonsense, the strength under his feet was greater, and Granny Mo and Ling'er also ran wildly to reduce the burden on Qinglian who took them as much as possible.

It's just that the vibration of the ground under his feet is getting stronger and stronger, and after a while, he can already hear the chirping of the carrion vultures in the sky, which is still far away, more and more clearly, as if it is in his ears, and the vibration of the rumbling beasts running in the distance behind him is getting closer and closer.

After a moment of consequence, Qinglian and the three of them felt that the already gray sky above their heads was dark, and they even felt a little darker as far as they could see.

Looking up, sure enough, the large group of carrion vultures had already flown over them, and the black pressure covered the sky, which made Qinglian feel that the sky was a lot darker.

Fortunately, to the relief of the three of them, although many carrion vultures had already seen Granny Mo and Qinglian flying on the ground, they did not mean to kill the two at this time, but quickly waved their wings and flew forward.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the carrion vultures "dark clouds" had drifted overhead, flying into the distance, and the two of them who were relieved looked at each other wordlessly, and the color of happiness was overflowing. If this group of carrion vultures were killed, the three of them really had no hope of surviving.

"Little Master, it seems that they are also busy running for their lives, so there should be no problem. Granny Mo's hand holding the ebony dove's cane tightly was also slightly loosened, and the palm of her hand was already full of sweat at some point, and Ling'er was even more palpitating.