Chapter 445: Killing intent

Seeing Chen Xinglie looking at her with a smile but a smile, her heart sank, and she bit her head and said: "The grace of the son, the old man can't repay me, I have..."
Before she finished speaking, Chen Xinglie waved her hand and forcibly interrupted.
"What the old predecessors said is nothing to be rewarded. It's too much." Chen Xinglie's face was narrowed with a smile, and Shi Feiyu's eyelids jumped wildly.
"Senior brother, is this?" Shi Feiyu felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart, and looked at the ancestor with a little pity.
"This seat is reincarnated. Although he has broken the mystery of the fetus, he can't remember the past clearly, but I want to come... The old man must know a lot of ancient secrets." After that, Chen Xinglie stared so casually. Golden-winged Roc Bird did not continue.
He believed that this old bird would naturally not be a foolish person, and he would definitely hear the meaning in his words.
He is a dignified demon, and he is put in his own hands. Only when he speaks half of his words can he rely on guesswork to show his unfathomableness.
Chen Xinglie now knows this well.
How else could he control those subordinates with his dragon-like cultivation base.
Sure enough, the Golden-winged Roc Bird took a deep look at Chen Xinglie, and a sadness flashed in the muddy but energetic eyes. It had just escaped from Xuediao Peak, and it had to serve others as the master. This is really...
However, she knows that she does not have the right to refuse this matter. After all, she now only has a divine mind left. She still needs to rely on the great array in front of her to warm her body. If she refuses to be subdued, she won't talk about it. Dazhen wouldn't use it for her, even the one in front of her... I'm afraid there are so many ways to deal with herself.
Thinking about it this way, the Golden Winged Dapeng Bird sighed and gave a deep salute to Chen Xinglie, "The old man is willing to follow the son and recall the ancient secrets for the son."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth. That's right. It seems that there are many talented people who know the current affairs in the world.
"Well, let me ask you, how powerful was your heyday?"
"To the master, in front of the slave maid trapped in the Snow Sculpture Peak, is the cultivation base of the land immortal peak." The Golden Winged Dapeng Bird is very aware of his current identity and puts his posture very low.
Chen Xinglie was more satisfied with this scene.
Not to mention the attitude, the strength of this body is not weaker than Shang Qingkong, and even better.
After all, monsters in the same realm are a bit better than humans. This is the consensus of the world, and it is still the same even in the upper realm.
The monster's body is stronger and stronger, and some races even have their own unique talents with many methods.
If the human race was born upholding the heavenly power, it would really not be able to suppress this monster race.
However, the Golden Winged Roc Bird at this moment is nothing more than a divine mind. The body has already been destroyed, and naturally there is no one in its strength.
But who is Chen Xinglie?
That's a systematic person.
This little thing is naturally not a problem, but it is not anxious to restore her strength now.
It's not that Chen Xinglie feels distressed for those boss points, but that he can't remember the incident. Although this Golden Winged Roc is obedient to him, he may not have two hearts. To be on the safe side, he should observe for some time.
What he didn't notice was that Shi Feiyu's expression at this moment was somewhat unnatural.
"Senior brother... he actually took our ancestors into slaves..." She looked at the Dapeng bird standing aside respectfully, and she couldn't bear it.
But that's just the case. What the senior brother does naturally makes sense and must not interfere with the senior brother's decision.
Moreover, it is not a bad thing to let the ancestors be with the brothers. It is natural that the brothers do not need human protection, but the brothers must not do things by themselves, and it is convenient for some people around them.
As for the Golden Winged Roc Bird, it is not an opportunity to have the qualification to follow the brother.
Just ask how many people in the world are worthy of being the slaves of seniors. This is a great advantage.
Thinking of this, she relaxed and stopped thinking about it.
"You can stay warm in this Nanming Lihuo Array, and wait for me to call you out again."
"Yes, master."
The red light flashed away, and the figure of the old bird disappeared in place, submerged in the big formation.
With a thought, Chen Xinglie put away the Nanming Lihuo Array, turned it into an array, and fell into his hand.
This array of pictures is a treasure of the Purple Mansion, in which it is a world of its own, and it is more than enough to put away the remnant soul of a golden-winged roc.
Only in this case, this pattern cannot be placed in the storage space.
Only dead objects can be stored in the storage space. Once a living object enters, no matter what cultivation level is, it will be overwhelmed by the extreme high pressure of the space inside.
Chen Xinglie touched the array lightly, thinking of Zhao Yumeng involuntarily.
"I don't know what happened to Zhuer?"
The words clearly fell into Shi Feiyu's ears, making her look shocked.
But before she could think about it, Chen Xinglie's figure had already gone away.
Shi Feiyu bit her teeth and followed.
When they came here before, the two of them were riding a golden eagle in the clan, but the golden eagle had already lost its strength and was put outside.
Now it is gone.
This place is not far away from the Golden Eagle tribe, but it is not too close. Naturally, the two of them cannot walk back on two feet.
"Feiyu, can you feel the trace of that golden eagle?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyu slowly closed his eyes.
Their golden eagles are connected by blood, and there is a sense of mind between them. As long as they are not too far apart, they can always sense and determine their position.
After a while, Shi Feiyu opened his eyes, with a bit of murderous look in his eyes.
"The golden eagle should have been injured and headed in that direction."
Chen Xinglie rarely saw Shi Feiyu show such gazes, and he seemed to be really angry.
The world says that the barbarians are savages who drink blood and have no etiquette. But Chen Xinglie doesn't seem to be the case. The barbarians are honest, simple, empathetic, and cohesive. In terms of these advantages, they are countless times stronger than those who call themselves noble.
Chen Xinglie looked far away from the direction of Shi Feiyu's fingers, with a hint of murder in his eyes.
The girl next to him is angry, only murder can calm her anger!
"go!"
Chen Xinglie yelled and urged the neon clothes and feathers, two wings appeared instantly behind him.
Immediately afterwards, taking advantage of Shi Feiyu's unpreparedness, he passed his hands through the latter's waist and directly hugged him.
Shi Feiyu was embarrassed by the sudden scene on his back, and only recovered after a long while, only to find that he had been dragged to the sky by Chen Xinglie.
Feeling the temperature of Chen Xinglie's chest, in a moment, her ears blushed to the neck.
But she did not resist, the reason is...
She can't fly.
With her cultivation base, she could only glide in the sky for a short time, and could not fly continuously.
As for Ming Guangyi, it was just a decoration for her now, and she could escape under full urging, but it could not last long.