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Chapter 167 Kill the chicken to warn the monkey

But after all, he is the guardian of the imperial city. Although he has not appeared for some reason, if he comes, they will really not be able to leave.

They are here to disrupt the situation, but they don't want to lose their lives here, so the vulture at this moment has no bloodthirsty at all. They just think about how to escape from here.

The vulture looked at the younger brothers and sisters who were condensing their demonic power and summoning the Endless Wing Clan and frowned slightly.

Now we have to rely on it to stand up. After all, we are taking them out of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and we are the big brother they trust.

The vulture's son swiftly down, and its wings glided in the sky, hiding among the chaotic wing tribe, and no one noticed its actions.

Its brothers did not ask about its movements, but still lowered their heads.

Several Taoist disciples were chopping the dark rain on the roof. They were already very tired. These crows, bats and birds were numerous, with sharp minions and small bodies. If they were not careful, they would be scratched by them.

"Xiao Ba, you have always said that learning this witch hunting technique is useless. Look at what you said at the beginning, does it make the sword you said at the beginning seem ridiculous?" A middle-aged disciple with a bun swung the sword slowly and slowly. The sword was covered with thick black blood, and several broken feathers stuck to it.

He seemed to have his arms sore, and he didn't wave his sword, and wiped his clothes.

"Oh, these monsters are really dirtying my sword. You know, my sword has never been stained with blood!" He said to himself before the disciples who had been together answered.

"Master, don't joke." The little disciple took a break from his busy schedule. Seeing that there were no birds pounced towards him, he reached out to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.

He called Daoxi, who was only about 20 years old, and his round face looked very nice. According to his seniority, Daoquan should be considered his uncle, and the dozens of disciples present had deep or shallow relationships with Daoquan.

Because they are a generation of disciples of the Taoist sect, they are all confidants of the Taoist sect and the pillars of the Taoist sect.

"What a joke, I'm not kidding." The middle-aged man glared at him, Daoqing. He was a little older than Daoxi, so Daoxi respected him very much.

"If it weren't for them, we would still be eating at home with peace of mind? It was because of these dogs that we couldn't even eat."

Daoqing cursed with a harsh tone.

Daoxi smiled. He knew who Daoqing was for him to listen to, and he should be saying this to him.

Because he always complains about the boredom of cultivation, he always likes to be lazy and thinks he will never come into contact with monsters.#...Qiqix.#Fastest

"Okay, Master, I understand. Don't mock me anymore. I will practice well after I go back." Daoxi stuck out his tongue and nodded obediently.

Seeing that his words had worked, Daoqing smiled and carried the sword in his hand again.

"Then face these monsters well now. Although they are not strong, every actual combat is a training game, which will make you stronger." Daoqing put the sword in front of him and stared at him fiercely.

The flock of crows in front of you.

He suddenly found that these birds did not surge up, but showed signs of retreating.

Several bats frantically flapped their slim wings, and the blood on their wings were clearly visible under the moonlight. They flew around like headless flies, and even slapped together.

They seemed to be afraid of something, something horrible was coming out.

Daoqing's expression suddenly became serious. Although it was the first time he faced a monster, his experience of living for a few more years told him.

"Be careful, a big guy is coming." He whispered to Daoxi and protected him behind him.

He vaguely felt a giant attacking them.

A huge black shadow flashed over their heads, and Daoxi hurriedly raised his head, trying to find the location of the black shadow.

But nothing could be seen except the bats with sharp teeth exposed. The black shadows circled around them, but they could not tell at all that the shadows cast on the roof under the moonlight.

"Master." Daoxi was a little scared, and his hand holding the sword was even trembling slightly. Because he was lazy, he only had the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, which was considered very low among all the disciples.

Daoqing is a lowly immortal, and he naturally has to protect his younger generation for his elders.

"Don't be afraid. In our formation, no matter how powerful the monster is, it is just the last step. As long as we are careful, no monster can harm us." Daoqing comforted Daoxi.

What he said was unreasonable, but he still ignored one thing, that is, these monsters are in the dark, and they are in the light. They often walk by the river, so there is no way to get wet. Even the generals who have experienced many battles may lose, let alone the monster hunters they performed their first mission.

"But brother, we can't tell its position at all! How can we be careful?" said Daoxi, who was a junior, and worriedly reminded him.

"Are you looking for me?" Just as they were worried, a cold sound suddenly came from the sound, accompanied by the fishy smell coming to their faces.

The smell was as if someone had opened the door to hell and released the dirty devil inside, making people unable to help but want to block their noses.

Daoqing was instantly jumped and his neck felt cold. He didn't know when this monster fell behind them, he only knew that it was definitely not good.

Years of training allowed Daoqing to react from fear. He suppressed the fear in his heart, and the dagger in his hand brushed his waist and stabbed towards the back.

Daoxi had not reacted yet, and he did not move, but looked backwards in the opposite condition.

This glance made him see a scene that he would never forget in his life.

What a terrifying monster that was, with a sharp and prominent nose, a pair of purple-black lips and a blue-black face. A pair of red pupils were filled with light. Just these blood-filled eyes could turn into a nightmare that Daoxi would never forget in his life.

The short sword in Daoqing's hand was pinched tightly, and the vulture's sharp claws clamped Daoqing's sword, making him unable to stab it in.

Can't pull it out either.

"What kind of monster are you?" Daoqing was completely stunned. He didn't expect that there were monsters in this demon-driven array that could possess such powerful demon power. Before it was weakened, it was probably already at the level of Xuanxian.

"Ha, since you are all going to die, you might as well tell you that my name is Yijun, the king of the sky. Even if you little disciples want to stop me, it is simply a fool!" The vulture sneered, and it suddenly broke the sword in Daoqing's hand and stabbed into his abdomen, as if cutting into a piece of soft tofu.

"God···Silks····s" a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and splashed on Daoxi's face.

In the last second of Daoqing's death, he still looked at Daoxi with a special trust.

I hope he can take out the silkworms, because only they have practiced the secret techniques for decades can cause irresistible damage to the demons.

But Daoxi was already scared to death. He could only look at the bloodthirsty scene in front of him foolishly. The short sword in his hand fell on the roof, making a crisp sound.

Fortunately, the vulture didn't care about Daoxi, who was already scared, and used his two sharp claws to penetrate Daoqing's shoulder blades. Once again, countless blood gushed out, like a huge rock thrown into the lake.

The poor Daoqing had not completely died, and he let out a torn and painful wail, and was shaken by the vulture and brought it to the sky.

Almost all the Taoist disciples heard his whine and all turned their eyes to him.

Their eyes followed the giant flying under the black night sky, and all wanted to step forward to rescue Daoqing.

Daoziru obviously heard Daoqing's painful screams, and he suddenly raised his head to see what he had given birth.

The vulture flew over Dao Ziru's head, and tore his claws hard to both sides. Daoqing's originally strong son was torn into two halves by it.

But this time, he was no longer able to make whine, and the blood was pouring down like a pouring rain.

Daoziru quickly avoided the blood rain, but the bulky Daozilin couldn't react and was baptized by the blood of his fellow senior brothers.

The head was covered with blood, and Daoqing's hair and clothes were hung. This shocking scene really scared many disciples. They stopped fighting with the birds and lowered their heads to avoid them.

"You hear it clearly. I don't want to be enemies with you, but you blocked our way. If you don't let go, the disciple just now will be your end!" The voice of the vulture echoed over the barrier.

It was not very sure. If it could really kill all the disciples of the Taoist sect here, it would have taken action long ago. Is it necessary to spend so much effort to kill the chicken to warn the monkey?

"Are you still thinking of escaping from our hands after killing our relatives?" Daoziru looked at the broken Daoqing corpse on the ground and roared angrily. He did not expect that this monster would be so cruel.

"That's you

Asking for trouble, I can only tell you that if you continue to entangle, the casualties will only expand!" The vulture looked at Daoziru coldly, and it wanted to shock them by ferocity and violence and force them to retreat.

"If you want to scare us, you are afraid that you have made the wrong abacus. The disciples of the Taoist sect are not afraid of death and will never retreat!" Daozi said righteously and sternly. He didn't know that there were already disciples who were scared at this moment.

Although they were excited and excited when they were in the mansion, they looked like they wanted to stay with the monsters forever.

But they are too young and will inevitably feel retrenched when they truly experience the fear of death.

This seemingly unbreakable monster hunting array has long been fragile and in danger.
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