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"Hey, grass!"

As if aware that he had found the egg behind him, the Garuda immediately opened its neck and feathers, like a fighting cock about to enter the field, and breathed out its fragrance at him.

Xie Tianyang didn't make a move right away this time, but just stood there holding the chess piece, stopped Teng Gen who was eager to try beside him, and looked back and forth between the bird and the "egg pit" behind him, and the pieces of information in his mind gradually spliced ​​together forming.

This blessed land is a hatchery, and the monster eggs inside are hatching. He hasn't seen any other adult monsters for a long time, but only the wise Garuda has attacked the monster farm outside...

His heart moved: Could it be that the purpose of this golden-winged bird is to find other monsters to help it look after these eggs?

It is a juvenile demon that cannot take care of so many demon eggs at the same time, so it went out to find help, and thus found a breeding farm... It really is a demon with intelligence, and even its purpose is so clear.

But in that case, why would all these eggs be in charge of it? Where is the "mother" that produced these eggs?

I don't know if he sensed the change in his complexion or what, but the Garuda tilted his head and said in a vicious voice again: "Hey, grass!"

Losing that golden feather spiritual weapon, it is already at the end of its battle, but even so, it seems that it intends to fight to the end.

Xie Tianyang frowned slightly. According to his usual temperament, at this time, he must take advantage of the weakness of this demon and subdue him in one go to avoid future troubles.

But looking at the current situation, if he forcibly strikes, not to mention that all the demon eggs in this entire blessed land will be tricked because of this, and there is no way to dig out the secret of this blessed land from this demon.

Before coming here, Wei Ze entrusted him with the task of "solving this problem by peaceful means", but now the situation has evolved into a situation where violence cannot be resolved.

Solving problems without doing anything is really not what he is good at... Xie Tianyang frowned, feeling a headache.

The cold wind blows a dead leaf and flies, and there is a delicate stalemate between humans, birds and snakes. At this moment, there was another slight movement in his pocket.

"Boom~"

I don't know if I sensed the spiritual power outside or what, the little black and yellow head poked out from the pocket, looked left and right, seemed to have noticed the existence of the Garuda in front of me, and spit out a series of high-pitched voices from its small mouth: "Beep!"

The space capsule can only store magic tools but not living things, so he can only carry this little thing in his pocket. However, this scene directly stunned Golden-winged Bird on the spot.

It looked at Xie Tianyang in front of him, and at the bird demon cub glaring at him in his pocket, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

"Beep!"

The little bird demon yelled again, deflated the arrogance of the golden-winged bird again, and saw it shrinking its neck back, looking at Xie Tianyang in front of it in surprise, with a pair of bird eyes showing Humanized expressions, from "perplexity" at the beginning, to "thinking", and finally "anger" as if a child was abducted by a strange millet.

"Hey, grass!" Garuda yelled at him, flapping its wings excitedly, "Hey, grass!"

It screamed and flapped its wings excitedly. But within two calls, Xie Tianyang took out the black and yellow bird from his pocket with one hand,

With a shake of his hand, he threw the little thing directly on its face.

"Don't make it look like I've taken you hostage. I can't afford to use such dirty tricks against you, a little monster."

The Garuda shook its feathers and shook off the little harpy that was thrown on its face. The little thing didn't seem to know what was going on, and it wanted to break free from its wings by patting and hitting the ground, and the Garuda was also stunned by a protest.

At the same time, he saw that Tianyang scratched the chess piece with his finger, making Tenggen turn into a red light and retract it into the spiritual weapon. Then, under the watchful eyes of the Garuda, he put away the chess piece and the attacking posture, and then took out the golden feather from his arms, and waved it in front of the Garuda.

"I know you can understand what people mean. Listen to me now: your spiritual weapon is in my hands. If you want to take it back, just do as I tell you."

Xie Tianyang raised his eyebrows and said: "I'm not interested in the things in this blessed land. Now, I just want to find my classmates back with me, and then leave here——if you can help me do this, your spiritual weapon I will give it back to you, and I will find a way to help you maintain these eggs. In exchange, you take me to the core of this blessed land, and tell me how to get out from here."

These words are completely twisted. He seldom falls into the situation of negotiating conditions with "people", not to mention that what he is facing now is just a bird demon. If it wasn't for Wei Ze's previous entrustment, he would have done it directly.

Such an awkward tone, he himself didn't think it was very convincing. I saw the Garuda staring at him suspiciously, looking him up and down, the expression on the bird's face was full of dubious belief.

On the other hand, the little bird demon next to him didn't seem to know why he was abandoned. He jumped up and down in a panic, flapping his wings but couldn't get back into Xie Tianyang's pocket. !"

It seemed to be reminded by this burst of humming, and the Garuda showed surprise again, and its eyes moved back and forth a few times between one person and one bird, as if thinking about something.

It suddenly opened its mouth, grabbed the nape of the little harpy's neck like a mammal carrying a cub, and threw it back into the egg-filled hole amidst the little thing's squeaks. After it was covered, it flapped its wings and flew around Xie Tianyang, no longer using the curry-flavored or Northwest scumbag-flavored national curse, but replaced it with a crisp bird song.

"Chi!" Garuda stared at the feather in his hand, and said awkwardly, "Chi!"

Is this asking him to keep up?

Xie Tianyang was slightly taken aback, grabbed the golden feather in his hand, followed the bird and flew forward, going deep into the woods again.

I don't know whether to say that this demon spirit is not very intelligent or something else, but the negotiation went so smoothly, which was indeed beyond his expectation.

It seems that the key to breaking the game is actually that little bird demon? His unintentional move actually had such an effect?

He muttered a few words in his heart, but he didn't lose his vigilance at all. While flying around, he raised the sensing range of his spiritual consciousness to the limit, and was always on guard against possible changes.

The area of ​​this blessed land is really not small, and after running for a few miles, I haven't found any other classmates. Instead, the environment around him changed subtly. Bursts of mist rose from the surroundings, quickly blurring the entire line of sight. Looking at the direction of the mist, it was actually exactly the same as the flying route of the Garuda.

"grumble!"

While he was wondering, he heard the cry of the monster bird in the air, as if he had noticed something, he erected his feathers and flew around vigilantly. The golden feather in his arms simultaneously emitted bursts of enthusiasm, and surging spiritual energy was being drawn out.

Seems to have spotted... an enemy?

 …

Ten minutes ago, on the other side of the jungle.

Wu Hao quickly walked through the forest road, let go of his consciousness, and looked around nervously.

When it comes to entering the blessed land, there are probably not many people in the school who are more proficient than him. But unlike Xie Tianyang, although he has a higher level of cultivation, he doesn't have chess pieces that can serve as guideposts to guide him. He can only use his spiritual knowledge to explore the surroundings, looking for classmates and possible enemies.

This is the territory of demons, and it is impossible to say what kind of dangerous monsters are hidden in this mountain forest. Even though his experience in the blessed land made him less afraid of this terrain, he couldn't help tensing his nerves in this atmosphere.

And when he walked about ten miles away, something happened that made his nerves even more tense: he saw bursts of mist floating in the surrounding jungle without warning!

The further we walked, the denser the fog around us became, until finally the visibility of the field of vision almost dropped to zero, and we could only vaguely see an outline, all guided by our spiritual sense.

He didn't dare to neglect, put one hand on his forehead, put all his energy on releasing his consciousness, and searched for all the movements around him.

It was also because of this that when that abnormal breath suddenly appeared within the scope of his consciousness, he immediately noticed it.

A strange spiritual force... no, several strands. About 20 meters ahead, there are no familiar classmates.

Are there other spiritual beings in this blessed land?

Wu Hao stopped in his tracks and concentrated on feeling it carefully. With his consciousness fully opened, his five senses were all extremely sensitive, and after feeling it so carefully, the subtle aura scattered in the air was immediately and clearly passed into his nose.

That's... the smell of human blood!

He squeezed his heart hard. There are no other "people" who can be pulled to this place. Could it be that some classmates have already been poisoned by monsters?

You know, all the people here are veterans above Foundation Establishment, and the equipment department has equipped them with excellent spiritual equipment before leaving school. If this can be calculated by the monster, then the strength of the monster...

He twitched in his heart, and hurriedly mobilized his whole body's spiritual power, carefully judged the location of the spiritual power source, raised the body protection spiritual power to the extreme, and tiptoedly touched it.

The distance shortened, and several moving silhouettes could be seen among the forest shadows.

Due to the dense fog, the specific appearance of those shadows is still unclear at this distance, like a shadow puppet show watching flowers in the fog.

Even so, the smell of blood and the fluctuation of spiritual power in the air became more and more clear. At the same time, there were several vague voices reaching his ears.

"You stupid chick!"

"we'll kick your f**king ass!"

The voice was very indistinct in the mist, and only a few syllables could be heard occasionally. His English was bad, and his English listening comprehension in the college entrance examination was not good enough. Naturally, he couldn't understand this kind of voice with total loss of sound quality - but even so, he could still hear a familiar smell of curry in that voice.

Listening to this accent, why is it a bit like the language that Xie Tianyang spoke when he communicated with the golden-winged bird? Moreover, even the breath on his body has a bit of a demon smell...

Could it be that he ran into the same kind of monster bird? A classmate who was alone was attacked by a monster bird?

Wu Hao immediately became nervous, using his fists to defend himself, and was about to touch it to have a closer look, when he heard a scream suddenly exploded in the dense fog.

"kill him!"

Accompanied by that shout, the abnormal spiritual power exploded like thunder on the ground, and the strong wind that spread made the surrounding leaves rustle.

The dense fog was stirred up like the sea water beside the whirlpool, and the vision was blurred as if it was covered with a thick layer of cream, but behind the fog, a golden shadow could be seen to rise up suddenly, bursting out together with the energy Yes, it is unadulterated murderous intent!

Ordinary cultivators would never have this level of murderous aura... So, is it the monster who wants to make a move?

Wu Hao shuddered suddenly. He didn't see the specific appearance of the shadow clearly at this distance, and he didn't understand the meaning of the curry-flavored English, but the murderous intent at the moment didn't allow him to think any more.

When he stepped on his foot, his whole body immediately flew into the air, concentrating on the front of the fist, and his spiritual consciousness was locked on the murderous shadow. With a wave of his hand, he rushed into the thick fog with fierce energy, straight at the soaring figure!

Boom!

A ball of golden light was shattered by his fist, he felt the physical impact from his fingers, and heard the slight sound of bone shattering in his ears. The dense fog in front of him was broken by that force, and the wind swept across. The images of several people flew out like leaves that were blown away, and fell to the ground in random ways, all wailing.

...a figure?

Wu Hao felt that his heart stopped beating in an instant, and his whole body froze there. Only his eyes slowly moved down, and he could clearly see a few shadows lying on the ground.

They were really a few living people, but they all wore gold-plated masks that were more exaggerated than Beijing opera masks. They couldn't see their faces clearly, but they were all covered with golden gauze clothes like cloaks. Behind the back like wings.

Under the gauze, you can see the iconic South Asian long gown and wrap skirt, which are also dominated by gold. When matched with this outfit, a suit of local tyrant gold is gold from head to tail, which can be called 24K krypton gold dog eyes.

Where did this come from?

It stands to reason that the spirit treasures connected to the blessed land are unique. How could these people appear in this blessed land?

Why do they still speak the language of demons? Even the breath is like a demon?

Just now, these people seemed to be coordinating with some formation. They unfurled the golden cloaks in the air and became one with each other. Both their aura and body shape were very similar to that of the Garuda. Coupled with the surrounding dense fog and hearing the curry-scented English, he hastily recognized the wrong target.

This can't be blamed on his poor eyesight: if you want to enter and leave the blessed land, you can only achieve your goal by touching the spiritual weapon or the permission of the owner of the blessed land. This is the rule they have always followed. It stands to reason that the piece of golden feather spiritual weapon should be the only entrance and exit of this place, and even if killed, there would be other people inside, with such an aura similar to that of a monster.

A hundred thousand reasons may have flashed through his mind in an instant, but in the end, what shocked him the most was the fact.

——He hurt someone?

Since cultivating immortality, except for the fights with his classmates in school, he has never fought with anyone. Suddenly encountering such a situation, his brain immediately went blank. Looking at the man in gold who was lying on the ground because of these reasons, his whole body seemed to be frozen into a clay sculpture.

"Did you... come to the rescue?"

A slightly weak voice came to his ears from the side, and Wu Hao turned his head stiffly to look at it. The one who made the voice was actually a Chinese who was alone, holding a gun in his hand and wearing the uniform of the executive department he was familiar with. On that uniform, one could see the badge representing the military, stained crimson by the spilled blood.

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