As he said, he glanced at him and found that Duan Yi and Cui Zigeng stood left and right, sandwiching him and Su Yun in the middle.

None of the four people spoke, but the faint voice in their ears became clearer.

Duan Yi held the spear and stared at the thick fog. The thick fog seemed to be boiling, and it started to tumbling. With the buzzing vibration, the strong wind came over the surface, making her robe bulge.

The white mist began to change, as if a monster that only existed in the Shanhai Sutra was leaping up from it at any time and swallowed the four of them.

"Here you come!" Duan Yi exclaimed. Almost the moment she spoke, Bai Wu suddenly rushed towards them as if she had eyes.

Duan Yi's spear was like a dragon, drew a semicircle in the air and suddenly hit the white fog. After glanced at the edge of the light, he saw Cui Zigeng's sword edge also drew an arc. The two tacitly drew Lao Gui and Su Yun into the protection circle.

The old ghost is just a tomb robber. Although he has some skills, he is not enough to see it at all. Su Yun is extremely talented, but she is young and whether she can live today depends on her and Cui Zi.

She thought to herself that the spear had already contacted the white mist, and at that moment, she made a bang.

Duan Yi's tiger's mouth numb, and blood had already oozed out of her hands.

At this time, she finally saw clearly the mystery hidden in the white mist...

"Bird! So many white birds! He is a fairy-like man. What kind of iron is this bird?" The old ghost cursed, and his dagger was broken while his dagger was connected with the white bird.

Duan Yi quickly pulled him with quick eyes and hand, moved him to the middle of the three.

The dense white birds flew over, and their heads were full of fiery red crowns, which looked like a ball of flame. The bird did not make any sound, and there was still only a buzzing vibration in the air.

Duan Yi took a deep breath and screamed, "The wind is tight, is it irrelevant?"

"Run", while talking, Cui Zi had already held the old ghost in his arms and ran towards the woods when he came.

Duan Yi followed and reached out to pull Su Yun, but found that he was standing in place with a spear, strangely standing there, without moving, "Little Prince, why don't you run away quickly and be the King of Hell?"

Su Yun was woken up by her and quickly followed. Seeing this, the bird hid in the mist and tumblingly chased after him.

Duan Yi saw that he had fallen, bit his teeth, turned the spear head, poked at the white mist, and then another bang, a white bird flew out, scratching Duan Yi's arm with a claw, Duan Yi narrowly avoided it, and the claw cut a bloodshot out of the back of her hand.

Feeling the blood and energy, the white bird fluttered even more and more powerfully.

Duan Yi cursed ten thousand times in her heart. If the person's feet were lifted quickly, she could step on the fire, and she would have already run out of the hot wheel that was bigger than Nezha.

When she pulled Su Yun to the woods, a cold wind blew over the back of her head. Duan Yi thought it was not good, so she dragged Su Yun and rolled into the woods. As soon as she lay on the ground, she saw Cui Zigeng's long sword breaking through the air above her.

The white bird was finally cut into a hole, and blood dripped down. It screamed, circled at the entrance of the woods a few times, and then turned around.

The white mist, like a rising and falling tide, retreated to the edge of Wuping Mountain in a short while and became quiet again. If it weren't for the few drops of bright red blood on the edge of the woods, it would be almost impossible to see that a fierce battle had just happened here.

Duan Yi came to her senses, looked at Su Yun, and cursed, "What did you do just now? Why didn't you run away? The birthday boy hangs himself and dislikes his life for a long time, right? I also pointed at you and threw a basin and a banner for me in the future, and I will be able to see you off for my old age!"

"Are you a few years older than him? Do you still want to pick up a son for nothing? It's very beautiful in the daytime dream!"

Duan Yi listened to Cui Zigeng's sarcastic remarks and glared back fiercely, "You have to care!"

"You can obviously avoid it, why did you hurt your hand?" Cui Zi said, stretched out his hand and threw a bottle of golden sore medicine towards Duan Yi. Duan Yi reached out and took it and decisively put the golden sore medicine into her arms.

"I'll heal again, so I'll take this medicine. Next time your blood is about to dry out, I'll use it for you," Duan Yi said, looking at the wound on her hand, "I have my own sense of responsibility. I'll take antidotes before coming, and ordinary poisons won't hurt me."

"We will come sooner or later in the Wuping Mountain. Since we are coming, this dead bird will solve it. Once you encounter it, you will not be without harvest. This bird is extremely fast, as if you have practiced a golden bell cover iron shirt, and it is difficult to break the defense."

"Ordinary people, or ordinary weapons, almost never cause harm to it. Moreover, the number is large and the claws are good. When we hit it, we will be like scallions to beat the cow without any trace; when they hit us, it is hammering tofu, with one claw and one scrap."

"But one thing that can be called good news is that their claws are not poisonous."

Duan Yi said, shaking the back of her injured hand. The blood was red and she didn't feel any discomfort.

The old ghost listened and looked at the broken sword with pain, "This bird has almost no weakness, so what should we do? It's strange. If there is such a powerful monster bird in Wuping Mountain, why didn't there be any sound of the wind come out?"

"I have never seen such a scene when I came here. Could it be that I have just migrated here recently?"

He said, stabbed half of the sword back to his waist, and picked up the shovel and rope that landed on the ground.

Duan Yi frowned and looked at Su Yun. His tone became calmer, "What were you doing before? Why are you stunned? Could it be that this dead bird has practiced some soul-catching skills besides punching and kicking?"

Su Yun came to his senses and slapped his face suddenly, "No... Duan San, that bird, that bird doesn't seem to attack me!"

"What's going on?"

Su Yun turned his body and gestured at the position where the four of them were standing just now. "The position where I stood was towards the woods. The birds first attacked you three. I picked up my gun and prepared to stab me, but found that the bird did not attack me at all, and there was not a single one on my side."

"I thought it was because of the direction, and I was stunned and fell one step behind, but the birds passed by me and chased you. Could it be that my destiny finally appeared, I am the legendary bird god!"

Duan Yi rolled her eyes at him, "Wake up, wake up. If you are the bird god, then I am the god of heaven!"

When Su Yun heard this, he said seriously, "Duan San, you are originally a god!"
Chapter completed!