Chapter 50

Everyone in Huanxi Sect looked up and saw a big eagle with purple wings hovering over the valley, with huge wings stretched out to cover the sky.

The feathers on the purple-winged eagle are shining with metallic luster and are indestructible. A pair of sharp claws are powerful and seem to be able to crush the mountain.

This is obviously the leader's purple winged eagle, with endless anger and murder in his eyes!

"Spirit, spirit, spirit demon?"

Elder Qian's voice was trembling, his face was not expressionless.

In the eyes of cultivators, spirit monsters can be divided into two categories, one is the foundation-building realm, and the other is the golden core realm.

The purple-winged eagle in front of him should be the base-building realm, but it is obviously much stronger than the elder Qian, and more importantly, this spirit demon can fly!

"Choo Choo Choo!"

There were bursts of angry screams from the caves around the valley. Many purple-winged eagles flew out from the entrance of the cave. At a glance, there were hundreds of them!

Although these purple winged eagles were all spirit beasts, they were enough to tear the Huanxi Sect to pieces.

This is really no way to the sky, no way to the earth.

You can't escape!

The words that Su Zimo had said before echoed in everyone's minds.

In an instant, everyone understood.

Su Zimo came here to use the power of these purple-winged eagles in the Canglang Mountain Range to kill them all.

Here is their grave!

"No, we didn't kill it, the purple eagle, no, it was the man in the cave." An Qi Practitioner was so frightened that he explained incoherently.

However, this explanation sounds so pale.

The monsters value territories very seriously.

Not to mention that the people who broke in were the cultivators of the human race, even other spirit beasts and spirit monsters would be attacked frantically by the purple winged eagle.

Although it was Su Zimo who killed the purple eagle, in the eyes of this group of purple-winged eagles, the Huanxi Sect and Su Zimo had already been put together.

Damn human race!

"Tweet!"

The purple-winged eagle hovering high in the sky let out a call, and in the next moment, hundreds of purple-winged eagles pounced on the people of Huanxi Sect with murderous aura.

At the same time, the purple-winged eagle leader swooped down, spreading a pair of sharp claws, and went straight to Elder Qian's head to grab it.

Everyone in the Huanxi Sect was desperate.

This is a dead end.

When they walked into the valley, they couldn't get out again.

The cold wind outside the cave was bitter, but inside the cave, it was very warm.

The icy ground was covered with thick straw mats, and Su Zimo lay on his back, listening to the screams from time to time outside, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly, revealing a smile.

"Monkey, did you hear that, the group of people who hurt you are going to die." Su Zimo said softly.

The monkey was lying beside Su Zimo, his eyes closed, and there was no response.

After surviving in the Canglang Mountain Range for half a year, Su Zimo knew everything about this area, which area where spirit monsters were infested, and which area was extremely dangerous, both he and the spirit monkey knew well.

Su Zimo had already prepared for this plan.

One of the most important reasons for choosing the battlefield in the Canglang Mountain Range is this.

On the warm straw mat, there are also a few oval bird eggs, with faint purple stripes on the egg skin, which looks very beautiful.

Su Zimo took two at random, exhausted his last strength, and smashed the two bird eggs together.

Click!

A crack appeared in the bird's egg, and purple-golden juice dripped out of it, exuding a strong fragrance.

Su Zimo put one on the monkey's mouth and the other on his own mouth, sucking a little bit, and couldn't help but smile: "Monkey, don't you remember this bird egg, today I will take it You came."

The monkey often mentioned to Su Zimo that the purple-winged eagle's egg is a great tonic, very delicious, but there is a spirit-demon-level purple-winged eagle here, and the two dared not approach it on weekdays.

The most proud thing a monkey has in his life is that he has eaten a purple-winged eagle's egg, and escaped unharmed.

The purple-winged eagle is one of the few birds that goes through the hibernation phase.

One person and one monkey had already planned. When winter comes, the purple-winged eagle will enter hibernation, and the sensitivity to the outside world will be reduced, so they will come here to steal it once.

Unfortunately, as soon as early winter arrived, Su Zimo left.

The monkey closed his lips tightly, and the purple-gold sap dripped down the corners of its mouth, spilling on the straw mat, and there was no response at all.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's eyes dimmed.

The mellow juice in his mouth instantly became dull and tasteless.

The screams outside gradually faded.

Elder Qian's hysterical shout came: "Su Zimo, I am dead, and you can't escape! Do you think these beasts will let you go? Ah..."

Elder Qian cried out painfully, and then lost his voice.

Su Zimo smiled.

Since he came here, Su Zimo didn't plan to go out alive.

This plan was originally to burn the jade and the stone, but Su Zimo did not expect that in the end, the monkey was involved.

Su Zimo struggled to stand up, walked out of the cave, looked at the more than fifty unrecognizable corpses in the valley being eaten by the purple-winged eagles, shook his head, and a touch of mockery flashed across his eyes.

What about the foundation building monks?

What about the cultivation sect?

In the end, he did not die in the corner of the Gray Wolf Mountain Range, no one knew.

In fact, it is not so much that the Huanxi Sect people died under the food of the purple winged eagle, it is better to say that they died in Su Zimo's calculations.

From the moment the Huanxi Sect members entered the Blue Wolf Mountain Range, they had already fallen into an invisible net, led by Su Zimo, step by step toward the abyss of death.

In midair, the purple wing eagle leader felt a little, suddenly raised his head, his icy gaze fell on Su Zimo's body, killing like a knife.

On the first night in the Canglang Mountain Range, Su Zimo saw it.

Many purple-winged eagles gradually stopped eating, their wings flashing in the air, staring at Su Zimo, only waiting for the leader to give an order, they rushed to tear Su Zimo to pieces!

"Tweet!"

The spirit demon grade purple winged eagle raised its head and neighed.

call!

Many purple-winged eagles swarmed in like a turbulent purple ocean, and Su Zimo would be submerged in the next moment.

Facing the impending death, Su Zimo looked calm, did not flinch, did not panic.

From the moment he embarked on the practice, Die Yue told him that you will experience unimaginable dangers and you may lose your life at any time. Don't expect me to save you.

At that time, Su Zimo replied, life and death are fateful, wealth is in heaven.

At this moment, after all, it came.

However, Su Zimo didn't expect it would come so early.

suddenly!

In Su Zimo's sight, in the purple ocean, there was a sudden flash of stunningness, which was unignorable, as if to dye the blood of the world.

A figure appeared and stood in front of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then filled with endless surprises.

The visitor wore a blood-red robe and turned his back to Su Zimo. He was slim and slender, with long black hair falling down randomly, drifting in the wind.

"Those who dare to move me, then die."

The tone is plain, and the voice is lazy, but there is a kind of suffocating overbearing!

Su Zimo suddenly wanted to cry.

He had imagined countless times that Butterfly Moon would appear at his most critical moment, but he was disappointed again and again.

"She came anyway."