If you don’t have the strength, you will still pull me to the deathly place!

Wu Mian felt that his heart was spitting lotus flowers very happily, and the brilliance of the lotus almost filled his heart!

He had seen the strength of the great demon in Shangzhou. Whether it was the sneak attack on Zhou Changsheng or the tree spirit or the thunder beast who broke Wukong's Dharma Realm, they showed invincible power.

Now he has only cultivated two chapters of Haotian Qigong, and he is not good at killing and slaughtering. Most of the spells are used to assist. Zhuge Qing is not a practitioner who is good at killing and slaughtering. It is equivalent to two civil servants who are excited to go to the front line and have not yet brought a gun!

This is seeking death!

"It's better to go back!"

Wu Mian decisively admitted defeat.

It's not dangerous, or it's not dangerous, he dares to be tough with the monster, but now it's deadly, and he doesn't want to go over and give him a head!

Zhuge Qing said in a harsh voice: "It's too late, we've arrived! The big roc will not calm down and hide its breath, and that monster has locked us."

I……

Wu Mian only felt that one sentence was in his throat and he couldn't vomit it quickly, but he was worried that Zhuge Qing's identity could not be vomited out, and he was extremely depressed.

But he was not very stuffy, and a huge horror suppressed his stuffyness.

It was a feeling that it seemed to be targeted by natural enemies. Every move was greedy and seemed to be swallowed in one mouthful at any time!

"Down!"

A loud shout sounded on the ground, and the big reef that was holding Wu Mian and Zhuge Qing suddenly froze, and then fell to the ground in a daze!

I'm going to die!

This idea immediately arose in Wu Mian.

The flying height of the big roll bird is nearly a thousand meters high. If it falls, even if it is good at light skills, it will be useless, not to mention that he is not good at light skills at all!

But Zhuge Qing, who was beside him, was not afraid of danger and took out a whistle and whistle.

Amid the clear and high-pitched whistle, the big roc suddenly flapped its wings, slowing down its descent, but it only slowed down its descent.

Wu Mian and Zhuge Qing were finally taken by it to fly to a small mound.

After falling into the ground in a mess, Wu Mian rolled around the ground and quickly blessed another Xuanwu master of the legend, which inspired the Four Symbols' body protection technique and emitting clear light to look around.

The mound is an ordinary mound, with at most a little sparse vegetation, but the mound is still equipped with twelve flags, as if it is holding some ritual or setting up a formation.

Around the flag, there was a man holding a sword and wearing a hat, ten men and two women, all with ugly faces.

The jade pendant they wore around their waists made Wu Mian recognize that they were Zhi Jinwu.

Surrounded by them was a man with a pair of wings growing behind him, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

After he glanced at Wu Mian, his eyes fell on Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Qing, whose wings were folded up and he was like a small building.

"You actually dare to enslave our tribe. The human races like you are becoming more and more bold!"

Ethnicity?

Wu Mian's eyes fell on the wings behind the man with wings, and found that the shape and pattern of the wings were indeed similar to the shape and pattern of the wings of the big roll bird, but they were reduced several times.

Zhuge Qing patted her clothes and smiled with fearless look: "I said why did the Dapeng bird I borrowed be disobedient? It turned out to be a monster from the Dapeng clan. Aren't your clan staying in Zhao State? Why did you come to Song State?"

The winged man did not answer, but stared at Zhuge Qing for a while, then suddenly shaking his wings, raising a strong wind, rolling up the sand and stones on the ground and pounced on Zhuge Qing.

"A little trick to carving insects."

Zhuge Qing shook her head and reached out to the Xuanwu Zhiming Jue that Wu Mian blessed him. The Xuanwu Zhiming Jue, which was just a light-shaped scale, instantly expanded and turned into a turtle shell. Then the turtle's head and limbs and tail grew, and a snake tangled around the turtle.

This is the image of Xuanwu!

After the shadow of the black womb was formed, the turtle's head and snake head were raised, and it looked like a roaring look. A lofty and majestic force that suppressed all the great force spreads with it as the center, and immediately stopped the strong wind.

"It's interesting."

The winged man narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and suddenly fell down.

The strong wind blew from all directions, making the flags on the mounds roar, and the sand sand sandwiched in it made it difficult to open your eyes.

Fortunately, Wu Mian blessed Xuanwu's famous master for his blessing, but he was not affected much.

But the strong wind quickly gathered together, forming a tornado. He failed to stand firm for a while and was almost sucked.

Without any hesitation, he took off the iron from his waist and pierced it into the ground without any hesitation, stabilizing his body.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he heard Zhuge Qing's voice with a little smile: "Everyone said, this is just a trick of eagle!"

The great force that suppressed everything was more obvious. The tornado... no, it was all wind, including the flow of air, and then it felt like it was not air, but water that was breathing in!

The winged man looked serious: "I didn't expect that this remote countryside still has a half-step three flowers to practice."

After saying that, his body suddenly grew bigger, he broke his clothes, and turned into a big roc that was twice as huge as a big roc. He stood there in a black state, like a hill, and his claws were deeply trapped in the ground!

grass!

So big!

Wu Mian felt his legs start to tremble.

The larger the body size, the greater the power. This is an unchanging rule. With such a huge size, no spell is needed. Even with the power of flesh, few people can bear it!

The body of a monster is the strongest power of a monster. Wu Mian can believe that even if it stands and lets it stab itself with a sword, it will be like a normal person being stabbed by an embroidery needle. Although it hurts, it will not, and it will not cause any substantial damage!

"I'll control it, you go up and give it a little, and it's enough to get blood!"

When Wu Mian was afraid and thinking about how to escape, Zhuge Qing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Go up and give it a little?

Are you sure I didn't go up and feed myself?

After Wu Mian yelled in his heart, he still pulled out the iron-cutting iron, carefully pinched out the handprints of the White Tiger Soldier Supervision Technique, and chanted the spell in a low voice.

When he was thinking about how to escape, he came to a conclusion... He couldn't escape!

Not to mention the others, can his legs outperform and fly in the sky?

Since that's the case, let's take a gamble!

But I hate gambling the most!

After blessing the White Tiger Soldier Supervision Technique for the Iron Cutting Iron, Wu Mian turned to the Zhijinwu who were holding the banner, staring at the big roll with shock and despair, saying, "Cover me!"

cover?

Zhijinwu and others looked at Wu Mian in surprise, and then a man in his thirties and with a strong face shouted: "Sun Demon Subduing Formation! Get up!"

With his loud shout, the banner in his hand suddenly rippled with a strong aura, as sacred and hot as the scorching sun!

"rise!"

"rise……"

...

With a sudden shout, the twelve flags in Jinwu's hands swept open the same sacred and hot air as the man with a strong face, intertwined and lingering, allowing the temperature of the mound to rise rapidly, just like the noon on the 39th day, making people dry mouth and trance!

"If the twelve cultivators who are five qi dynasties use the Sun Demon Subduing Array, I will indeed retreat one or two, but it's up to you..."

The big roc, like a hill, looked around and spoke in disdainful tone from the bird's mouth. Then, it suddenly spread its wings, almost covering the entire mound.

"Spit~"

The sharp and high-pitched sound waves shocked the air, forming a terrible shock wave spreading outward. Without any sound from the Twelve Zha Jinwu, they were blown away by the shock wave.

Although Wu Mian's Xuanwu Zhiming Jue and Qinglong Meng Zhangjue helped him stop him, they were broken in an instant. When they were about to be taken away by the shock wave, a phantom of Xuanwu suddenly appeared beside him.

This is the Xuanwu Master of Famous and the Xuanwu Master of Famous used by Mr. Zhuge!

Wu Mian, who immediately recognized the shadow of the Xuanwu beside him, glanced at Zhuge Qing, took the Beidou step and rushed towards the claw of the Great Phang...

He could not attack other parts because one of the claws of the Great Plug was taller than him!

But after a few steps, the big roll's wings pressed down, forming a strong wind that spread out like a substance, causing Wu Mian to fly backwards!

Can't get in!

After biting his teeth, Wu Mian narrowed his eyes.

After landing and rolling a few times, removing the strength and getting up again, he rushed towards the big roll again.

It’s not that he was confused, he only knew how to rush, but that he didn’t know how to use other methods, but because the big roll shaking its wings and put away its claws and prepared to fly into the sky!

Once the big roc flies into the sky, it will be impossible for him to attack the big roc, and it will only become a target!

However, his charge again was blocked by the strong wind that tilted the wings of the big roll bird and flew backwards again.

It seems that I can only use the luck I used to collect...

Seeing that Wu Mian was blown away by the strong wind ripped from the big roc, Zhuge Qing sighed in her heart and pinched a hand: "Qiankun..."

"No return!"

The dazzling sword light suddenly appeared, passing through the strong wind, and cutting off a big roc's claw!
Chapter completed!