Chapter 50 She Is Still Here

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

The feathers on the purple-winged eagle shone with metallic luster and were indestructible. A pair of sharp claws were powerful and seemed to be able to shatter the mountain.

This is obviously the leader of the purple-winged eagle, with endless anger and murderous intent in his eyes!

"Spirit, spirit, spirit demon?"

Elder Qian's voice trembled, his face pale.

In the eyes of cultivators, spirit demons can be divided into two categories, one is the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the other is the Golden Core Realm.

The purple-winged eagle in front of him should be in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but it is obviously much stronger than Elder Qian. More importantly, this spirit monster can fly!

"Choo Choo Choo!"

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

Although these purple-winged eagles are all spirit beasts, they are enough to tear the people of the Huanxi Sect to pieces.

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

Can't escape!

In the minds of everyone, the words Su Zimo said before echoed.

In an instant, everyone understood.

Su Zimo came here in order to use the power of the purple-winged eagles in the Canglang Mountains to capture them all.

Here is their grave!

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

It's just that this explanation sounds so pale.

The demon race attaches great importance to the territory.

Not to mention that the intruders were human cultivators, 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, everyone from the Huanxi Sect and Su Zimo were already in the same category.

Damn people!

"Chirp!"

The purple-winged eagle circling high in the sky let out a cry, and the next moment, hundreds of purple-winged eagles rushed towards everyone in the Huanxi Sect with murderous intent.

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

Everyone in the Happy Sect was in despair.

This is a dead end.

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

It was cold and windy outside the cave, but inside the cave, it was very warm.

There was a thick straw mat on the cold ground, Su Zimo lay on his back, listening to the screams that sounded from time to time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared.

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

The monkey was lying beside Su Zimo, with his eyes closed, and did not respond.

After living in the Canglang Mountains for half a year, Su Zimo knew all about it. He knew which areas were haunted by spirit monsters and which areas were extremely dangerous.

Su Zimo had already prepared for this plan.

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

On the warm straw mat, there were also a few oval eggs with faint purple stripes on the egg skins, which looked very beautiful.

Su Zimo took two of them and used his last strength to smash the two eggs together.

Kaka!

A crack appeared on the egg, and purple-gold juice dripped out of it, exuding a strong aroma.

Su Zimo put one on the monkey's mouth and the other on his own, sucking a little bit, and couldn't help laughing: "Monkey, don't you think about this bird's egg? Today I will bring it with you. You came."

Spirit Monkey often mentioned to Su Zimo that the eggs of the purple-winged eagle are a great supplement and are very delicious, but there is a purple-winged eagle of the spirit demon level here, and the two of them would not dare to approach it on weekdays.

The most proud thing in Ling Monkey's life is that he stole a purple-winged eagle's egg and escaped unharmed.

Purple-winged eagles are one of the few birds that go through the hibernation phase.

One person and one monkey have long 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.

It's a pity that Su Zimo left as soon as early winter arrived.

The monkey closed its lips tightly, and the purple-gold juice flowed down the corners of its mouth and sprinkled on the grass mat, but there was no response at all.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's eyes dimmed.

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

The screams outside gradually faded away.

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

Elder Qian cried out in pain, and then went silent.

Su Zimo smiled.

Since he came here, Su Zimo had no intention of going out alive.

This plan was to burn all the jade and stone, but Su Zimo didn't expect that the monkey would be implicated in the end.

Su Zimo struggled to stand up, walked out of the cave, looked at the more than fifty corpses in the valley that were being eaten by purple-winged eagles and were beyond recognition, shook his head, and there was a trace of mockery in his eyes.

What about the foundation monks?

What about the Cultivation Sect?

In the end, he didn't die in the corner of the Canglang Mountain Range, no one knows.

In fact, rather than saying that the people of the Huanxi Sect died under the feeding of the Purple Winged Eagle, it would be better to say that they died in Su Zimo's calculations.

From the moment the people from the Huanxi Sect entered the Canglang Mountains, they had already fallen into an invisible net, being led by Su Zimo, step by step toward the abyss of death.

In midair, the leader of the Purple Winged Eagle felt something, suddenly raised his head, his icy gaze fell on Su Zimo, killing intent like a knife.

On the first night in the Canglang Mountains, Su Zimo had seen it.

Numerous purple-winged eagles gradually stopped eating, fluttering their wings in mid-air, staring at Su Zimo, waiting for the leader to give an order, then rushed up and tore Su Zimo to pieces!

"Chirp!"

The demon-level purple-winged eagle raised its head and neighed.

call!

Numerous purple-winged eagles swarmed, like a turbulent purple ocean, and the next moment, they would drown Su Zimo.

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

From the moment he set foot on the practice, Dieyue told him that you will experience unimaginable dangers, you may lose your life at any time, don't expect me to save you.

At that time, Su Zimo responded that life and death depend on fate, and wealth is in heaven.

This moment has finally come.

However, Su Zimo did not expect that it would come so early.

suddenly!

In Su Zimo's line of sight, in the purple ocean, suddenly flashed a stunning and unparalleled look that was impossible to ignore, as if to dye the world's blood red.

A figure appeared and stood in front of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes at first, and then he was filled with endless surprises.

The visitor was dressed in a blood-red robe, with his back to Su Zimo, with a slender figure, and his long black hair fell casually and fluttered in the wind.

"Whoever dares to touch me, then die."

Flat and light tone, pleasant and lazy voice, but there is a kind of suffocating domineering!

Su Zimo suddenly wanted to cry.

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

"She is still here."