Such monsters should be killed even if they have spirituality.

Gao Xuan thought so in his heart, but his face was indifferent without joy or sorrow.

Ripples are not humans. Although they hate this scene, they have no fear or anger.

Both of them were very calm, but the little demon in the valley couldn't calm down.

The Yunxi Mountains are all under the Iron Oak King, and even the cultivators dare not enter the mountain. Where did such bold and arrogant people come from and go straight into their king's cave?

Immediately, a group of ugly-looking little monsters surrounded them. They either held wooden guns, wooden shields, or rough stone axes and stone hammers. Only a few tall monsters were holding iron weapons.

"Where did you come from? You trespassed into our King's Cave. How could you be tired of living?"

The monster was lying on the head of a dog, and was about meter tall. He was holding an iron fork in his hand, looking very powerful. He spoke a little vaguely, and when he opened his mouth, he sprayed a large piece of fishy spit.

Gao Xuan naturally produced a protective energy, which isolated the stench from all external objects and powers. The monster's spit could not touch him.

He didn't look at the little demon of dog head, and he sang to the entrance of the cave, "Where is the iron horn? I haven't come out to die yet."

Gao Xuan's voice is melodious and clear, but it is extremely penetrating. When he said it, the mountains echoed and roared together.

A loud roar came from the depths of the cave: "Who dares to provoke grandpa and seek death!"
Chapter completed!