Chapter 1762: Order of killing

Sleeping Tiger Gorge, the heavy rain still persists.
The countless thick fog that shrouded the whole body like an iron curtain creates an unchanging scene, and in the long run, it will make the unwilling monks breed a sense of chaos.
In fact, the monks who were heading south of the Shuihu Gorge Ridge at this time, especially the sword repairmen who wanted to return to the Baolian Sword Land, their cultivation bases were not weak, but they still appeared one after another under the pressure of the fog for a long time. A situation of malaise.
In other words, the monks in these ridges are like a group of fishes that have been out of the water for a long time, and they urgently need to release their spiritual consciousness completely and break the shackles.
But the horror of Wushanhai is that the dense fog has not been stable and stable. The life and death crisis will come back at any time, and it will become more and more dangerous as it goes south.
"His, hiss, hiss!"
In the thick fog in the rain, a piercing whistling sound came from above the sky, and it resounded directly into the ears of the marching monks in the gorge below.
"Damn it, why come again!"
With a whistling sound in his ears, a monk's complexion changed, and as soon as he grasped the sword hilt behind him, he raised his head and stared at the dense fog that began to roll violently above him, and the solemn color appeared in his eyes.
Although the monks could not see the exact scene in the dense fog because of the concealment of the dense fog, but the sharp whistling sound resounding in the ears, undoubtedly telling everyone below, there is a mist in the fog. The swift behemoth struck violently.
At the next breath, a majestic voice from the front of the team directly spread out:
"The fog beast is coming. Everyone is on guard. This fog beast is a flying fog beast. I don't know if there is any hostility. If you don't know how to do it, wait for it to pass first."
As soon as the elder Yunwuzong's voice came out, the team that had moved forward suddenly stopped, and then the monks subconsciously gathered together to form a formation, their eyes fixed on the top, and they were on guard.
As the saying goes, the more unknown, the more fearful it will make people, and every time the Xialing Fog Beast Group passes through, it is a huge test for the minds of the monks.
"Roar!"
In the next breath, the roar from the Tuoshan fog beast resounded across the gorges. Compared with the monks from outsiders, the best way to deal with the fog beasts of the Xialing natives was actually another stronger alien beast.
The rank of the Camel Mountain Beast is not low in the Wushan Sea, so the Cloud Mist Sect uses the majesty of this beast to roar, and it retreats wave after wave and approaches the fog beast, with few accidents.
But this time, what made everyone look extremely ugly is that when the camel mountain beast roared in the rain and fog, the expected scene of the fog beast retreat did not appear, but a more angry and harsh whistle:
"hiss!"
The beast's whistle suddenly rang like thunder, and at the same time it exploded, and the next monk was no longer calm, knowing the sea, and blurted out:
"There are high-level fog beasts, it's not good!"
Before the words fell, the mist between the gorges began to boil and roll like boiling water, and sharp neighing noises sounded one after another.
Then the Camel Mountain Beast at the forefront of the team, under the guidance of the Cloud Mist Sect monk, raised its head, and began to pour out scarlet awns towards the surrounding void without reservation.
In the next breath, countless mists in the gorge were completely penetrated by the red awns, and then a huge mist beast with wings waving clearly appeared between the red awns. It was densely dense, making the hair stand upright, and the chill was upwelling.
"There are so many fog beasts, and they are still the most difficult flying fog beasts. If these flying fog beasts are hostile to us, they will rush down, this time I am afraid that many people will stay here."
After a frightened voice came from the mouth of a monk, what I was afraid of, the deepest part of the tumbling mist, that sharp and extremely neighing, once again resounded between the world and the earth.
"hiss!"
In this whistling sound, there is a tyrannical atmosphere that everyone can clearly perceive, and this is also an obvious offensive horn!
"Everyone, I'm waiting to meet one of the most difficult animals in the foggy mountains and seas, the Misty Bird with a sharp beak, defending on the spot, keeping your life as the first priority, line up, line up!"
The three elders of the Yunwu Sect resounded in their ears, already carrying infinite dignity and anxiety, and then the camel mountain beasts pouring out red awns at the forefront, and burst out again.
And under this red light burst, the densely dense misty silhouettes of beaked mist birds in the dense fog have already swooped directly from the sky to the top of the cultivator's head on the ground.
This is undoubtedly a terrifying picture.
Covered by a thick billowing fog, with extremely weak sight and divine consciousness, the sharp-beaked mist bird is like a ghost that is unknowingly, at a speed that makes the mind shake, wrapped in a sharp beak that is enough to stab The sharp piercing armor came straight to the intruder below.
Indeed, compared to the fog beasts that are active in the Wushan Sea, the monks of all forces in the Supreme Profound Land are the invaders!
"Fuck, luck is so back, take advantage of this red light to shine the foggy birds, kill!"
The wanton roar of evil spirits rose to the sky, and the monks who dared to venture south to the core land were rarely timid. After an instant, countless sharp swords were unsheathed, and the edge between this gorge reached its peak in an instant.
Sword Qi burst into the fog, rushing towards the pointed mist bird.
For a while, the intensive percussion of fine iron resounded everywhere, and the entire tumbling sea of ​​fog was like a mass of cotton that was cut back and forth, split into one large and small shape after another.
But the defense of the sharp-beaked mist bird's body surface is beyond imagination. Except for some people who are able to cut off the former with a single sword, many sword energy can only be cut out on the body surface of these mist beasts without pain. Non-itchy wounds.
The next breath, in the dense fog of Xia Ling, a scream of pain suddenly resounded through everyone's ears, but this howl did not come from the mist bird, but the monk!
"Save me, save me!"
I saw the billowing mist, and the sharp beak of the sharp-billed mist bird pierced the enchantment that an old sword repairer placed in front of him without any fancy.
Immediately after the latter's desperate howl, he continued to fall suddenly, like a tofu, piercing the old monk's eyebrows.
After an instant, Jian Xiu's head burst open like a watermelon, and the blood was splashed, and the land of the gorge began to be stained with the first drop of scarlet blood.
"Someone died!"
After the strong smell of blood and the screams came out, even if the surroundings covered by the mist were hard to see, each monk realized that the crisis this time would be beyond imagination.
But at the next breath, these cultivators had no time to think about it, because among the billowing clouds, one after another, the sharp-beaked fog bird began to dive to the ground, and appeared in front of everyone.
At this moment, it was no longer rainstorm falling from the sky, and there was also a death sickle that was harvesting life.
The prologue to the killing between the monk and the fog beast, just like this, kicked off extremely abruptly!