Chapter 107

In the middle of the forest, there have been many immortal beasts and some nine level peak spirit beasts with strong flesh. Even with their flesh alone, their strength is not comparable to that of Xiang Yang. Even if his nine heavy dragon has reached the peak, it is estimated that there will still be a lot of gap.

This skill is used to stimulate the dragon's blood, but it doesn't mean that there will be the dragon's power after cultivating to the Ninth level. In fact, at that time, the blood that can be stimulated is only one tenth of ten thousand at most. You still have to go step by step.

So Xiang Yang and LV ya'er thought it was a very hard journey, but it was very easy for those immortal beasts. They rushed to the center early.

Here is a grassland thousands of feet around. In the center of the grassland stands a towering tree as huge as a mountain. The trunk alone is hundreds of feet wide. Looking up, the dense tree cover covers the whole grassland and disappears from the sky.

At this time, all the immortal and spirit beasts who arrived were gathered outside the grassland. In front of them, they had become a bloody slaughterhouse. Several spirit beasts were wailing and hissing. The sound Xiang Yang heard just now came from here.

Look at that, they are crawling from the inside to the outside, but they are only a few feet away. For them, it seems like the end of the world. There are long blood marks on the ground. Each spirit beast seems to have been pressed by a mountain. The whole body is flattened, and the bones are still breaking.

"Xianhuang, you came early. What's the matter?"

A later fairy beast arrived, frowned at the spirit beasts in front and asked.

Xianhuang turned her head and saluted: "it's master Xian Yangfu. This should be the place for assessment. It seems a little strange. The first few have become like this now."

She lifted her bare hand gently and pointed in one direction: "look, even the ugly bird can't hold it..."

Xianyang husband is a second-class immortal beast. He is also a famous generation in the inner circle. The Xianyang family lives in a remote place and rarely appears in ordinary days, but his strength is not vulgar. Therefore, Xianhuang is very polite to him.

"Ugly bird?" the salty sheep man looked in the direction pointed by Xianhuang, but saw a figure lying on the ground trying to move forward in the innermost position. He couldn't help laughing.

No wonder Xianhuang calls others ugly birds. They are birds and the like. Fengwu and Huangwu had a bad relationship with the crow hunting, which is called the thief bird. At this time, they are naturally happy to see the fairy beast of the crow hunting family make a fool of himself.

The hunting crow has turned into a real body, but the space in front seems strange. No matter whether it is a fairy beast or a spirit beast, and no matter how huge the original real body is, the body will not be too big. Now the hunting crow is only half a Zhang in size. You know, it was a giant with a wingspan of tens of Zhang.

At this time, the hunting crow, which was called the ugly bird by Xianhuang, was bloody. His dark feathers were stuck together by blood. It was very ugly in the East and West. A pair of majestic wings were used to push on the ground. Many long feathers at the back were broken and looked miserable.

The most important thing is that it moves forward with its head behind its front feet. A red ass is facing the outside. As soon as it works hard, a big bag will bulge on its ass, relax and disappear again... It's funny to repeat so much.

After all, Xian Yangfu was well-informed. He looked carefully at the grass for a long time, then thought about it and understood.

"The gravity here is estimated to be thousands of times higher... I don't know where the head leads!"

What he said was a hole above the trunk of the huge tree, in which there was a faint glittering light. It should also be something similar to the portal.

The hole was about a thousand feet above the ground, but compared with the lofty height of the huge tree, it didn't even reach the waist of the tree, just a little up from the root.

Fairy Phoenix smiled and said, "let the ugly bird explore the way first, but it looks like it can't even touch the roots..."

Crow hunting was not an immortal beast that was good at flesh. Now it's more than a hundred feet away from the root of the tree. It's already miserable. It seems that it's really hard to get it.

But now its standard is the dilemma of advance and retreat. Look back, there is a distance of thousands of feet in the future. And just tried, the pressure will double when you retreat. As long as you enter a certain range here, you can only move forward. Those spirit beasts think of retreating because they can't stand it after only a few steps, but they probably can't escape now...

Before long, there were more and more immortal beasts and spirit beasts next to the grassland. Basically all the immortal beasts were in place, and most of the spirit beasts came.

The progress of crow hunting in the field is coming to an end. Its whole body has been split in half by the huge pressure. Even its red ass has turned into a pile of rotten meat. Every time it tries hard, it will roar out a column of blood. It is worthy of being an immortal beast. Almost all the blood it shed along the way can gather into a small pool...

At this time, thunder suddenly came from the void. All the immortal beasts changed their faces. An extremely dangerous breath came from behind them. They had too many sharp senses. Only after a incense stick did those spirit beasts have the same feeling.

In the woods, Xiang Yang also felt the extremely dangerous smell. He looked back in horror, then took a few steps back, grabbed green ya'er's hand and ran forward.

But the bushes were too dense. After a few steps, green bud cried out in a low voice, but her clothes were caught by sharp thorns and tore a hole in the boss.

"Sister ya'er, I'm offended!" Xiang Yang said helplessly. He directly stretched out his hand and carried green ya'er on his back. Then, like a leopard, he rushed straight ahead. He didn't stop even if the sharp thorns cut him black and blue.

He felt very confident about himself. From behind, it was a great terror. It seemed that as long as he touched it, he would be doomed!

The most important thing is that the terrible feeling is approaching step by step!

If you look at it from above, the whole forest is thousands of miles long and wide. At this time, around, there is a black fog rolling up. The black fog is everywhere, everything is extinguished, and even the fertile soil below has changed its color for tens of feet.

The black fog retracted inward along the edge of the forest. It was not slow, not urgent, but it was unstoppable. At the edge of the forest, several spirit beasts had not entered the forest. They were rolled up by the black fog and became a bare skeleton in an instant. After a while, the skeleton was eroded and turned into ashes silently...