"Roar!"
In the snow-capped mountains, a tiger roar shook the forest.
Zhang Xuezhou saw the white snow on the top of the mountain shatter into pieces while trembling, and several more demonic birds flew up in fright.
"It must be the Tiger Power Demon King who's screaming!"
Zhang Xuezhou also had to spread his bronze wings, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
But when a black-feathered crow half as tall as a man flew past him in panic, Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were going to a very bad side.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"
He tried his best to imitate the cry of the crow, and made gestures to indicate that the roar of the Tiger Power Demon King had nothing to do with him.
"There's someone coming from outside... from outside!"
Zhang Xuezhou's bird talk was obviously not good enough. When the crow came out with hesitant human language sounds, Zhang Xuezhou reached out and took a shot downwards.
The fist-sized stone turned into stone was caught in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Xuezhou smashed it at the crow.
"Quack!"
The noisy scream was like a giant trumpet, causing several monster birds flying around to look back.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that except for the Golden Crow Emperor, it was difficult for him to have a good impression of Crow.
"Go away, go away, I'm here to find someone, don't yell randomly," Zhang Xuezhou shouted, "Listen to my voice, I'm talking standard Holy Land language!"
"Quah? Someone killed the bird!"
Zhang Xuezhou's explanation was of little use, and the crow's cry was still loud.
As a demon bird stationed on the 365 peaks of Shiwan Mountain, his strength is secondary, and his voice must be loud.
The crow may be a garrison somewhere, or it may be a spare tire for a garrison at a strange peak.
The opponent's IQ is not very high, but he is obviously very powerful when he screams.
Zhang Xuezhou also had to flap his wings vigorously, trying to get away from the big speaker as early as possible.
He flew over two mountains, and when a biting cold wind blew, his body couldn't help but roll over, and the crow was thrown away, leaving only a pile of feathers flying in the wind and waves.
"Shiwandashan is really not suitable for flying and traveling!"
After barely holding his body steady on the ground, Zhang Xuezhou discovered the layers of white frost covering his wings.
Different from the flesh wings of demon birds, the magic wings obviously have a certain uniqueness. When the wings contracted, Zhang Xuezhou did not feel that the wings were corroded and damaged.
The howling cold wind blew, and Zhang Xuezhou's heart felt cold.
He thought that Li Guang had quietly entered the Holy Land of Luoschuan, fired two arrows secretly, and then stopped. He didn't expect that the other party would cause problems in such a short period of time.
That didn't give him much of a cushion at all.
He stomped on the ground filled with residual snow, losing much confidence in whether he could successfully return to Shanggu County.
After walking two miles, Zhang Xuezhou saw the crow he had encountered in the air lying on a pile of rubble covered in blood, with most of its feathers missing, and a snow-white monster bird jumping around beside it.
When Zhang Xuezhou glanced over, the demonic bird flapped its wings and flew up.
"Jilijilijili..."
The cry of the demon bird is very thin, but very sharp, and spreads over a wide area.
Zhang Xuezhou very much hoped that another demonic wind would come and involve this bird demon in the same way.
"Oh, Brother Crow, you died so miserably!"
Seeing the vigilant report from the demon bird, Zhang Xuezhou gave up his method of hitting the bird with stones and instead cried in mourning.
This made the demon bird's hostility drop instantly.
"Heimao must have been caught in the high-altitude wind, so he died so miserably." The demon bird said in a human voice: "Are you Heimao's brother?"
"I am its distant cousin. I came here specifically to look for him this time. I didn't expect Brother Crow to die so quickly!" Zhang Xuezhou said nonchalantly.
"Heimao used to brag to us, saying that his ancestor was the Great Sun and the Golden Crow, the ancestor who had the power to create heaven and earth. Is this really the case in your family?" asked the demon bird.
"A long time ago, there were ten great demons in our ancestors. Nine of them were shot to death because of bad luck. The remaining one is our ancestor." Zhang Xuezhou said: "Our ancestor has a high level of Xuan Gong. The only problem is Don’t care about us!”
"Heimao said the same thing, hey!"
The demon bird nodded regretfully and approached Zhang Xuezhou while jumping on the ground.
This made Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly consider whether his close combat ability could subdue the opponent instantly.
He thought back and forth in his mind, and his right hand moved again and again, but after thinking about it again and again, he felt that it would be difficult for him to be perfect.
This is not much different from ordinary people catching a bird on the ground. Even if the bird's vigilance is lowered, the chance of missing when it suddenly jumps up to grab the opponent is still relatively high.
"My poor Crow Brother," Zhang Xuezhou said mournfully, "Now I can only take Brother Crow's body back to my ancestor for burial!"
"Does your ancestor live far away?" the bird demon asked.
"It's about thirty thousand miles away!"
"Then you'll really have to worry about taking it back!"
The bird demon chirped, obviously very sympathetic to Zhang Xuezhou.
After tilting its head for a while, it flapped its wings and flew out.
"This is simply..."
Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and saw the demon bird flying away. He immediately dropped the crow's body and started running away.
Regardless of whether he could run out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he had to give it a try.
"Wow, the Skylark Messenger from Peak 278 is dead!"
The sharp and thin voice of the demon bird came, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that the news that Li Guang had been shot and killed along the way could no longer be concealed.
"You didn't even give me half a day!"
If he could walk out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains quietly, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the matter had nothing to do with him, but if he was caught on the scene, it would be hard not to imagine.
Based on the current situation that he was in the hinterland of Shiwanda Mountain, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was only a matter of time before he was caught.
If you want to ask why he is so sure, it is just because he, Cuo Bugui, Jin Chan Dharma King and others were all caught when they were wandering around Shiwanda Mountain, and no one escaped at all.
"I have to think of a way, otherwise this will definitely be traced to my head!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the sky, and then thought about his plan to continue traveling day and night, only to realize that his plan could not keep up with the changes.
Li Guang solved the problem all the way with one arrow, but something went wrong at the Honghu Demon Peak.
As a leader, he must think of a plan to escape unscathed.
"Hey, there's someone here!"
Zhang Xuezhou had a premonition that it wouldn't take long for him to be discovered. In the dim light reflected by the ice and snow at night, Zhang Xuezhou heard the screams of the monster birds, accompanied by a very familiar voice to him.
Dozens of green eyes flew quickly from a distance, which made Zhang Xuezhou give up the idea of continuing to run.
"It's my black-haired cousin!"
After the voice of recognition fell, Zhang Xuezhou raised his hands.
The body of the white-haired demon bird swooping down quickly began to spin.
"Cousin, where is Heimao?" the demon bird shouted.
"I was thinking that I couldn't carry him on my back, so I was going to find wood to make a frame to lift him up..."
"What are you yelling about here?"
Zhang Xuezhou fooled this stupid bird as always, but before he finished speaking, he saw a giant monster crane falling from the sky, which made him no longer able to use the black-haired crow as a shield.
(End of chapter)
