Murong Lin pinched the belly of the winged wolf with his legs, and destroyed the winged wolf to walk towards the hundred-meter peak.

After the winged wolf mount slowly moved forward ten meters, he let Murong Lin Zhi use no matter how hard he worked, and he didn't want to move forward in life or death.

Murong Lin was helpless, knowing that this was the winged wolf's fear of touching the blood crystal of the fire poison spider and endangering his own life.

Under the moon, egg-sized fire poison spider crystals shimmered yellow in the sand, but no peculiar smell emanated from within.

If it weren't for Feng Tao's reminder and the winged wolf's perception of the crisis, no one would know that there was a place of death ahead.

Murong Linzhi glanced at the foot of the mountain, and then looked up at the hundred-meter-high peak.

The hundred-meter mountain peak can be easily jumped over by the winged wolf, but no matter how Murong Lin Zhi tries, the mount under his crotch just doesn't dare to move half a step, let alone spread his wings to leap over the mountain.

Murong Lin Zhi was already a real person of Jindan, and he could also fly over the mountain, when this thought just appeared in the sea of knowledge, the soul of the Winged Wolf King began to tremble, and the closer Murong Lin Zhi got to the mountain peak, the more intense this tremor became.

"Do you really want to give up?" Murong Lin frowned.

"Abnormal, abnormal!" At this moment, he sent a message to Murong Lin in forty-one minutes.

"What's abnormal?" Murong Lin turned his head and looked at the forty-one.

"There's something wrong with the beast bag!" Fen Forty-One tore a gray-brown beast bag from his waist and raised it above his head, while destroying the winged wolf under his crotch to let it get closer to Murong Linzhi.

Murong Linzhi's gaze fell on the gray-brown beast bag, and at a glance he recognized that the thing contained in the beast bag was the flying bat.

The flying bat is a secret foreign creature, and Murong Lin obtained it from the mine, and it is a pet cultivated by the Hua family of the Wannian family for nearly 10,000 years.

Hua Zizi did not succeed in cultivating until his death in his own life, and because of Murong Lin's doppelganger blood, this group of flying bats woke up and broke out of the cocoon.

That time, there were hundreds of millions of silver flying bats and countless gray flying bats.

Cultivating flying bats, Murong Lin Zhi speculated that the Hua family was to break a certain prohibition in the secret realm, Murong Lin Zhi did not know the true purpose of the Hua family, but when he entered the secret realm, he put all the flying bats into fifteen beast bags, and let forty-one of them enter the secret realm.

Approaching Murong Linzhi in 411, he handed the beast bag to Murong Linzhi.

Murong Lin Zhi took the beast bag and sensed that the flying bat in the bag was struggling, trying to break out of the bag.

"What did they find, and what did they want to do?" Murong Lin looked at Forty-One suspiciously.

"If you release it, you won't know. Forty-one whispered.

"Let it go?"

"Although I don't know the intentions of the Hua family, the record reveals that the Hua family's goal is in the secret realm of the human race. Forty-one replied.

"Let's be in a secret realm, it's okay, let's let the flying bats in this bag come out to breathe the wind!" Murong Lin Zhi finished speaking, and calmly opened the mouth of the bag in the bag.

"Boom" Countless flying bats rushed out of the beast bag like a flood bursting the embankment, half of the sky was covered at once, and for a moment, Murong Lin Zhi couldn't see the moon in the sky.

The surrounding light was much dim, but fortunately there were the pits left by the fire spider when it crawled before, and the footprints left by the winged wolf as it advanced, and the blue flames flickered inside.

"Squeak squeak" flying bats excitedly screamed in mid-air, like unpacked birds, and then called friends, "whoosh", a dive, and flew to the foot of the mountain.

Like a hungry tiger pounced, and like a moth to a fire, the target of each flying bat was the egg-sized yellow crystals at the foot of the mountain, on the hundred-meter cliff.

"Ping Pong"

Without exception, as soon as the Flying Bat came into contact with the Fire Poison Spider Blood Crystal, the blood crystal turned into a yellow mist and was thrown into the Flying Bat's body.

In the blink of an eye, the gray flying bats turned black, like charcoal.

The sound of the body of the flying bat is endless, and the smell of rancid smell emanates from its body, and people vomit when they hear it.

The sound of "horns" is endless, and the flying bats of the 100-meter cliff have fallen to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, each flying bat kept flapping its wings, while avoiding the blood crystals of the fire poison spider everywhere, struggling, crawling towards a pit left by the fire poison spider.

"Things and things are in harmony, within 100 meters, there must be an antidote, yes! Yes, yes!" Feng Tao screamed; "The blue flame can solve the poison in the flying bats." ”

Murong Lin was overjoyed, and let out a wolf howl with a "whoosh" in his mouth.

When the million-winged wolf heard this, the limbs that landed on the ground began to dig the ground, and a foot-long pit appeared under the limbs, and blue flames flickered within them.

Seeing this, the flying bats on the hundred-meter cliff rose one after another like a majestic rain by virtue of their height, and fell towards Murong Linzhi.

The sound of "ping ping" sounded in Murong Linzhi's ears, and Murong Linzhi saw the flying bat flapping its wings and crawling into the small pit with blue flames with difficulty.

The winged wolf still ploughed the ground on all fours, and the flying sand filled in the previous pit, and the flying bats in the pit were also buried in the sand.

One by one, the falling flying bats crawled into the new pit, which was then filled in by flying grains of sand.

Each winged wolf closed its eyes and dug the ground on all fours without hurry, and in the ten meters of the sky, there were raised grains of sand.

Fortunately, Murong Lin Zhi and the others were covered with a damp gauze scarf, although the scarf was dry, it could keep the sand particles out of their mouth and nose.

Every monk shook his body from time to time, shaking off the grains of sand that had fallen on his robes.

When the moonlight shone on him again, there was not a single flying bat in the sky.

The winged wolf stopped plowing, and the monks lifted the corner of the scarf and breathed in the fresh air blowing from the lake.

"Young Master, this move is really amazing!" Jia Qing gave Murong Lin a thumbs up.

"The fire poison spider blood crystal has decreased!" Feng Tao said, "Young Master, if there is a flying bat, passing through the mountain peak, it will be just around the corner." ”

"Horn" divided forty-one and tore a gray-brown animal bag from his waist and lifted it above his head.

"Hooray!" Feng Tao and the other monks cheered.

Murong Lin Zhi did not reach out to pick up the beast bag, and he did not open the beast bag at forty-one.

"What's the matter, young master!" Schrödinger didn't know why, and asked Murong Lin Zhi with the winged wolf under his crotch.

"The Flying Bat is cultivated by the Wannian family. Murong Lin Zhi explained, "This prince knows that he is used for the secret realm, but it is definitely for this flint in the secret realm. ”

As soon as Murong Lin Zhi said the situation of the Hua family, the four princes of Feng County lowered their heads and began to ponder.

After a while, Schrödinger raised his head and said, "The Hua family of the Wannian family has taken such great pains to cultivate flying bats, and the plans must be big, and the sacrifice of flying bats here really outweighs the losses." ”

"What about the flint, just give up?" Feng Tao asked unwillingly.

For thousands of years, what the Feng family has been planning is the flint ahead.

Although this time he came to the Fire Lake, the Feng family was not the main force, Feng Tao could see the flint taken out, even if he touched the flint, he was willing.

"If you don't give up, you really have to sacrifice the 10,000-year-old family's 10,000-year hard work. Jia Qing persuaded.

Feng Tao sighed and looked at Murong Linzhi, who was still pondering.

Suddenly, Wang Baoyu screamed: "Look, look!"

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of Wang Baoyu's finger and threw it at the sand in front of them.

I saw a pointed head on the pile of sand in front of me.

"The Flying Bat has come back to life and has not been poisoned!" everyone cheered again.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands of flying bat heads, emerging from the sand.

After a pair of round eyes turned a few times, the flying bat "squeaked" a few times, struggled a few times, and its body drilled out of the sand.

With a few flaps of its wings, the flying bats fly up to the sky above the lake of fire and then rush into the lake with a "squeak" of joy.

"Come back, the heat of the fire lake is not suitable for swimming and playing. Feng Tao shouted to the sky.

Not a single flying bat understood Feng Tao's shout, and hundreds of millions of flying bats drilled out of the sand and flew into the lake of fire.

Murong Lin Zhi woke up from his contemplation and saw that the poisoned flying bat was still as black as charcoal, but there was no rancid smell coming out, and when it shook its wings, a trace of silver light flashed.

"Flying bat, has it evolved?" Murong Lin guessed.