On the battlefield, it has quieted down, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.
The soaring snake rose into the sky, the magma raged, burning for hundreds of miles, exuding the aura of the gods, suppressing not only the colorful wolf spider clan, but also other monsters.
All the colorful wolf spiders have been burned to death.
The remaining monsters broke free from the control of the Colorful Wolf Spider clan and fled one after another.
The tide of beasts receded, leaving only a pile of corpses and some wreckage still emitting thick smoke.
The monkey, the spirit tiger, and the golden lion were all covered in bruises and panting heavily.
"Monkey, Spirit Tiger, thank you."
The little fairy crane spoke human words, stretched out its huge and slender beak, and gently rubbed the cheeks of the monkey and the spirit tiger.
"Nothing."
The monkey grinned, waved his hand, pointed at the spiritual tiger next to him and said, "It was this perverted tiger who was the first to notice the problem. He kept mumbling on the road before we realized something was wrong."
Linghu felt such an intimate gesture from the little crane, and his heart was so excited that he was about to float with happiness.
But suddenly when he heard the word "色虎" popping up from the monkey's mouth, Linghu looked embarrassed and quickly coughed twice to divert the little crane's attention.
The little crane was a little confused.
The monkey chuckled.
Both the golden lion and the little fox knew the reason, and they both smiled.
Linghu patted his chest and said: "Although I, Hu Batian, have never seen you in human form, when I saw those beautiful big eyes, I recognized you immediately!"
"Hmph, you're staring at someone's long legs. When did you look into someone's eyes?" Monkey curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.
Linghu glared at the monkey and said quickly: "Xiaohe, don't listen to his nonsense."
Linghu looked at the little crane affectionately, brewing emotions as if he wanted to say something.
After a long time, the little crane looked a little hairy, and the spirit tiger suddenly shouted: "Ah!"
The golden lion and the little fox were unprepared and were startled by the cold. They looked at the spirit tiger with confused expressions, not knowing what was wrong with him.
The monkey rolled his eyes.
Linghu continued: "Ah! Those eyes of yours are so beautiful, so beautiful, like the stars, like the moon, like the sun, like that... um... "
The golden lion has a head full of black lines.
The little fox was instantly petrified.
The monkey was stunned and felt like it was struck by thunder.
Is Linghu composing a poem
Not to mention how poorly this poem was written, it actually got stuck halfway through! ! !
The monkey stretched out his hand, trying to swat the spirit tiger away.
But after just a big battle, he really couldn't muster the strength. The monkey sighed and could only hide his face and turn away.
He really didn't want to see Linghu, and felt that he couldn't afford to lose this person.
Linghu looked embarrassed, scratched his head, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he said loudly: "It's like the big gem in the deep sea!"
Linghu shook his head proudly and giggled narcissistically.
In his opinion, this last sentence is really the finishing touch and a brilliant literary talent!
The little crane felt the hairs all over his body stand up, and he trembled unconsciously.
"Xiaohe, how are you?"
Linghu came forward and asked, licking the tiger's face.
The little crane glanced at the spirit tiger and said coldly: "Are you in heat?"
Poof!
The little fox couldn't bear it and laughed heartily.
The monkey and the golden lion were also grinning broadly and happily.
Linghu never expected that the little crane's words would be so sharp and direct, and he couldn't resist it at all. The tiger's face turned red, his eyebrows drooped, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
At this moment, a person came from afar through the sky.
A rope was dragged behind him, and at the end of the rope was a spider with eight broken legs. It was the transformed body of the man in colorful clothes!
The little crane's eyes revealed endless anger, and his body was trembling.
"Are you okay?"
Su Zimo descended in front of everyone and took out a bunch of bottles of elixirs from the storage bag, which could be used internally or externally.
Now he doesn't lack these things.
The monkey and the spirit tiger silently applied the medicine while paying attention to the little crane.
The little crane rushed directly in front of the man in colorful clothes, stretched out its crane feet, stepped heavily on the man in colorful clothes, and asked: "You said you once saw a man who looked like me in Qianzhu Sand Dune. Is it true or false?”
The man in colorful clothes was already severely injured, but when he was stepped on by the little crane, his insides were even more shaken. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and gasped: "Of course it's true!"
The little crane looked nervous and asked quickly: "Where is he?"
"Is that Bifang your father?"
The man in colorful clothes knew that he had no hope of survival, so he laughed happily and said: "What a pity, you will never see him again, he is already dead, hahahaha!"
The little crane was shaken all over, and his face turned pale.
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Bi Fang, a ferocious bird from ancient times, was extremely powerful, controlled fire, and was the most terrifying type of ferocious bird.
It's just that among the fierce birds, the phoenix clan is too terrifying. It is the king of birds and can also control fire, which makes Bifang's reputation not too great.
But in fact, Bi Fang's true strength is no less than the Soaring Snake of the God of Fire!
Su Zimo had long discovered that the appearance of the little crane was somewhat different from that of ordinary cranes.
The ordinary crane only has red vermilion on its head and a snow-white body, but the body of the little crane is stained with some emerald green feathers, making it very beautiful.
If she had Bi Fang's blood in her blood, then everything would make sense.
Bi Fang's body is completely green!
Su Zimo thought to himself: "No wonder I have never seen Little Xianhe's father, and I have never heard Old Xianhe mention it. It turns out that something unexpected happened long ago."
"I do not believe!"
The little crane kept shaking his head, staring at the man in colorful clothes, and said tremblingly: "You, you are lying, aren't you?"
"lie?"
The man in colorful clothes laughed miserably and said: "Your father relied on his ability to break into Thousand Spiders Dune. He is seeking death! I, the colorful wolf spider clan, have long sucked his blood dry! Just in time to eat his flesh and drink him Use your blood to practice, hahahaha!"
The little crane's vitality and blood were already declining, and when he suddenly suffered such a blow, his eyesight turned black and he felt dizzy.
"Sister Xiaohe!"
The little fox quickly stepped forward and supported the little crane.
boom!
Suddenly, a slap hit the head of the man in colorful clothes, which directly shook his head to pieces and caused his brain to drip onto the floor.
Linghu shook his hand and muttered: "It's so noisy! You laugh so hard and you laugh so hard, Master Hu has been putting up with you for a long time!"
Su Zimo breathed a sigh of relief.
He could tell that Linghu did this because he didn't want the little crane to suffer another blow.
In fact, even if the spiritual tiger doesn't move, he will still take action!
This man in colorful clothes obviously has no intention of living. In his words, he is trying to stimulate the little crane as much as possible. His heart is to be killed!
Su Zimo gently patted the little crane on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't think nonsense. This spider knows it will die. It is obviously talking nonsense. Things may not be as you think."
The little crane nodded, but the sadness and sorrow in his eyes could not be concealed.