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A few years later, the memory of this devastating battle was still fresh in his mind, as if it had been yesterday.

Although the eight crazy people were the enemies of Elder Jiu Ming, they could still be considered as the enemies of Ning Xi.

However, to be fair, his future comprehension of the Path of Demon and the Laws of Heaven and Earth were mostly inspired by the eight madmen in this battle.

In the Dharma Idol, one would be fortunate to be able to witness such a great battle between human beasts that could even be recorded in the annals of the history of the Eastern Profound Divine Continent. Even in the entire prehistoric land, it was likely that there was no more than one hand who could witness it.

Elder Jiu Ming was also well aware of this point, so he kept silent to avoid disturbing Ning Luo and only hoped that the little fox would be able to find the little gold peng smoothly.

From the current situation, the only question left was when would the eight of them lose.

At that time, the raging Netherworld Golden Winged Peng wouldn't care whether Ning Luo was innocent or not. The humans it saw were probably all automatically categorized as accomplices of the eight madmen.

No matter how earth-shattering this war between humans and demon beasts was, there would always be a moment where it would end.

The sun set in the west, and the setting sun shone on the bodies of the eight crazy disciples. Their clothes had long since disappeared, and their entire bodies were dyed a bright red, becoming a true bloody figure.

The eight hooligans knew that he had already lost and was about to die.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was also wounded, but it couldn't die in a short period of time, and it also had a lot of combat strength.

However, he had already used up all of his internal energy and was only left with one last breath.

Unresigned, he turned his head to look in Ning Luo's direction. With a bitter smile, he said, "Unexpectedly, in the end, I still lost to you."

When the last word was spoken, eight of the hooligans fell to the ground with a loud bang, completely lifeless.

Roar!

The Netherworld Golden-Winged Peng faced the sky and let out a long roar, venting the anger in its heart. This reckless human dared to offend her, this was the price!

The long roar brought Ning Luo back to reality and stared blankly at the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng. He felt much better and should be able to speak.

"Ignorant human!"

A sharp cold light shot over. Ning Luo, who was about to try moving his body, instantly tensed up and didn't dare to move.

Compared to the auras of the eight crazy people from before, such a cold killing intent was not weak at all.

He did not know how the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was going to deal with him, so he did not dare to think about it.

At this moment, Xiao Meng's voice could be heard.

"Stinky big bird, if you dare touch my brother, I'll definitely show you!"

Hearing Xiao Meng's words, a few black lines appeared on Ning Luo's forehead. She only wanted to turn around and tell Xiao Meng to run.

When he looked towards the direction of the voice, he was stunned before he could finish his sentence.

He saw the little golden roc followed behind Little Meng as it clumsily flew back in their direction.

Xiao Meng jumped right in front of Ning Luo, angrily waving her snow-white front legs at the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng ignored Xiao Meng and its gaze fell on Xiao Jin Peng. Ning Luo immediately felt the killing intent disappear.

Ning Luo was about to heave a sigh of relief when suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, as if night had fallen all of a sudden.

BOOM!

It was only until the entire ground began to shake violently, as if something heavy had hit the ground. Ning Luo didn't know that it was the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng's sound of falling to the ground.

"It... What happened to it? " Ning Luo murmured as he blankly stared at the Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc in front of him.

Within his soul, Elder Jiu Ming sighed and lamented, "I told you, it's not that easy to kill a Shakyamuni."

In order to kill the eight crazy people, the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng had to pay a heavy price.

Especially when he saw that the little gold peng had returned safely, he couldn't hold on any longer and crashed onto the ground.

"Will it be all right?"

Ning Luo had completely forgotten that the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng had threatened his life a moment ago, and only felt that the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was rather pitiful.

Elder Jiu Ming thought about it and replied, "I can't save him unless I have the Holy Spirit Pill. However, even the Ten Thousand Demonic Sect did not have such a pill. Furthermore, even if there was, she wouldn't have been able to hold on until then. "

The little golden peng didn't seem to realize that her mother's life was rapidly slipping away. Her wings were fluttering as if she was showing off to the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng that she had learnt how to fly.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng powerlessly flapped its golden wings at the little golden peng to show its encouragement. Soon after, it looked in Ning Luo's direction.

"Brat, if you promise me to take care of her, I'll give you the three Demonic Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass inside."

It seemed like they were discussing something, but Ning Luo felt an intense pressure. He could imagine that if he dared to shake his head, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape death.

Even if he was severely injured, the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng could still easily kill him.

Ning Luo looked at the little gold peng and silently nodded, indicating that he would definitely take good care of the little gold peng.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng stared at Ning Luo for a long time. It seemed to be making sure that Ning Luo wasn't serious, and only after a while did it remove its pressure.

A breeze blew past, and the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng flapped its golden wings. Following that, Ning Luo's body was enveloped by a layer of golden energy.

"Go ahead. The Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass has matured. First, we'll pick them up and then bring them away with us. After we leave this place, I will soon die."

Looking at the golden light around her, Ning Luo thought that there was no reason for the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng to harm him. She slowly walked into the cave, skeptical.

Little Meng called little gold peng over and followed Ning Luo into the cave.

"As expected of a level eight demon beast. The saying" Great Wisdom is like a demon "is indeed true!"

Arriving at the middle section of the cave, Elder Jiu Ming gestured for Ning Luo to look at the top of the head, where the Blood-Thirsty Demonic Bats were hanging.

If not for the golden light surrounding his body, it would have been difficult for even the eight of them to catch their beast shadows.

As for their auras, before launching an attack, these vampire bats' auras were weak and hard to detect.

The hundreds of Blood-Thirsty Demonic Bats, even if they were Guardian Kings, would be quite troublesome. This was probably one of the reasons why the eight Berserkers had retreated after entering the cave. They were not completely aware of Ning Luo's arrival.

Ning Luo thought, if the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng had discovered that he wasn't sincere, even if it hadn't killed him on the spot, he would have immediately lost his life.

The cave became wider as Ning Luo walked past them, and the light became brighter and brighter. At the end, it was as dazzling as the sun, so bright that Ning Luo couldn't even open her eyes.

The golden light flickered, and the pricked eyes were like clear spring water as they no longer felt uncomfortable. They looked towards the direction of the bright light, and three grasses entered their line of sight.

"This is the Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass?"