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Chapter two hundred and seventy first shot(2/2)

Cry! Cry!

The death of the black owl and the silver owl, not only did the demon birds around him not disperse, but rushed over like crazy.

It is densely packed like clouds, with both demon birds and birds of prey, and it is huge in number.

Song and Wei's faces changed. At their speed, even if they wanted to escape, they could not escape this demon bird who was born good at flying.

Zhang Yang seemed to see everyone's thoughts and urged him repeatedly:

"You go quickly! This practice can give you a moment of delay. Whether you can escape your life depends on your luck."

Wei Tiandao wanted to say something, and Zhang Yang shouted loudly:

"Go away!"

The two of them thought about Zhang Yang's many methods and knew that the other party might be really sure to get out of trouble, so they no longer hesitated.

Song Ziqi immediately bowed:

"In this way, there will be a laborious fellow Taoist! The fellow Taoist is grateful to save his life, and it is a very inferior level."

"Take a good friend!"

Although Wei Tiandao didn't talk much, Zhang Yang could see a strong expression of gratitude in his eyes. Obviously, after this time, this man was already grateful to Zhang Yang wholeheartedly.

Whoosh!

Two streams of light, the two quickly escaped.

call out--

A green light flashed by, and Luo Fei appeared next to him, looking at Zhang Yang with a strange look in his eyes.

"You actually know how to teleport?"

"You won't leave? I will escape later, but I am not sure to take care of you." Zhang Yang asked without answering.

"It's just a demon bird, and the little girl is naturally sure to get rid of them. You haven't answered my question yet, how could you know how to teleport? As far as the little girl knows, there is no way to cultivate teleportation in this world of cultivation. Those who know how to teleport are all gifted magical powers or bloodline inheritance. You are a zombie, but you actually know how to teleport?" Luo Fei was like a curious baby, but she didn't even let go.

"Hehe, it's just a coincidence that I woke up this talent. The demon birds are approaching. When I give them some color, we should leave." Zhang Yang called out and went vaguely.

He reached out and held out a delicate pagoda more than three feet high, with a colorful and extremely gorgeous appearance.

"The demon-suppressing tower of Lai Tianwang in Zhongnan Purple Mansion! How could it be in his hands?" Luo Fei didn't ask much this time, just murmured.

Zhang Yang's magic power was instilled, and immediately, the already colorful Lingxian Pagoda was lit up, making it even more gorgeous.
Chapter completed!
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