Meng Xiang waved his knife and a huge bird head was cut off and flew out, but there was no trace of joy on his face.

Almost the moment the red giant bird's head was chopped off, a new head emerged from its neck. In a blink of an eye, the red giant bird had a brand new head, exactly the same as nearly ten heads it had cut off by Meng Xiang before.

Meng Xiang cut off the red giant bird's head again, his face slightly solemn. As the red giant bird's head was constantly cut off, it did not stop moving, but was still moving away from the road.

If it hadn't spent almost all its energy on the regeneration of its head, it would have probably left the road very far. However, if he could not kill it completely in a short time, he would have given up this excellent opportunity. After all, he could not fly now, and it would be difficult for him to go back if he left the road too far.

Meng Xiang raised his left hand and a black ball of light appeared at the tip of his index finger, deep and restrained, as if he could suck a person's soul in.

The red giant bird felt uneasy, and the red light on its body was magnificent, and gradually red flames rose up to submerge Meng Xiang.

"It took time to waste!" Meng Xiang sneered, and waved the long sword in his hand and cut off the red giant bird's head again. The red light that appeared on its body automatically flowed to its broken neck, and with the loss of the red light, the flames rising from its body quickly disappeared.

"Go to die!" Meng Xiang waved his knife and slashed the back of the red giant bird, leaving a long and deep wound. He dodged the flames that gushed out of the wound. He pointed his index finger and a little black light directly poured into its body from the deepest part of the wound.

Meng Xiang stepped hard on the red giant bird with both feet, and the huge force pressed it down to slam it and fell to the ground with a bang. He then flew three hundred feet away and landed lightly on the road.

Just as Meng Xiang bounced away, the red giant bird let out a shrill scream, and its body suddenly jumped up from the ground, pounced in pain, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and flames flew everywhere. In a short while, the huge land turned into a sea of ​​fire.

After about five minutes, the red color on its body slowly faded away, and it gradually became unable to move. Finally, it let out a whine and fell to the ground and died. Although Meng Xiang's body did not have much Gui water energy, once it gathered with the sword energy and poured into the body, it was still enough to cause fatal damage.

The essence of the red giant bird entered Meng Xiang's heart, but Meng Xiang heard a scream in his body. He quickly looked inside his body, and he was surprised to find that there were two red birds in his heart.

One of the slightly smaller red birds kept spinning around the other big one, touching it tentatively from time to time, but it never responded. After a while, the little red bird turned into a red light and shot directly into the big red bird's body.

Meng Xiang did not stop it because he had already felt its identity from the breath of the little red bird, which was Zhu Er formed by the true cremation of the Suzaku that he inspired.

After the two red birds merged, Meng Xiang felt a heat in his heart, and then he jumped quickly, heavy and powerful, making a thunderous sound, like a war drum thunder. Then, a rumbling sound was also made in his blood vessels, like a river rushing, surging endlessly.

Meng Xiang suddenly felt the blood rushing all over his body, abundant and abundant, his skin turned red, and a stream of heat emanated from his body, causing the air around him to fluctuate like ripples of water.

When the flames turned into the red giant bird burned the long sword to red, Meng Xiang could already feel that the energy consumed by the previous fierce battles and long journeys had been recovered, and even all the internal injuries during the battle just now had basically healed.

Meng Xiang grabbed the hot but sharp sword, turned around, took big steps, and walked along the desolate old road.

It is not easy to walk four thousand miles apart, and you must try your best to retain as much physical strength as possible. But Meng Xiang faces the biggest enemy he is still loneliness.

The unchanging wasteland, the unchanging road, the unchanging sky, the unchanging colors, the unchanging pace, and a lonely person, Meng Xiang never felt so lonely and lonely, as if he was the only one left between the vast world.

Gradually, Meng Xiang began to miss the skeletons, mummies, white tigers, blue dragons, blacks and red birds that he had killed before. Although it was also dangerous to fight with them, if you were careless, you might die on the spot, but at least he didn't feel lonely and empty at that time.

Walk and walk, time seems to no longer exist to him, and even walking has become a subconscious action, just walking along the road, walking.

When Meng Xiang saw the scenery in front of him changed, he was so excited that he didn't even care about retaining his strength and ran forward with all his strength.

An hour later, Meng Xiang was already standing not far from a thin old man. The old man's face was yellow, his eyes were deep, his cheekbones were towering, and his skin was tightly stretched to his bones, which was very similar to the mummies he had encountered before.

The old man was pinching things with mud. Some people, some animals, birds, and some monsters, some big and small, the small ones were not much larger than their fingers, and the large ones were several feet high. They were all neatly placed on the road, occupying the entire road surface. Not to mention one person, even a mouse could not get through.

After calming down his mood and surging blood, Meng Xiang looked at the clay sculptures and said, "Old sir, can I go there?"

"Of course. This road is not mine, so of course you can go." When Meng Xiang expected, he just made a sound when the old man gave a clear reply.

"Thank you, Mr.!" Meng Xiang thanked him, and looked at the clay sculptures that occupied the entire road. "But sir, your clay sculptures block the road, and I can't get over it."

"Young man, are you joking? My things only occupy such a small part, how can you not afford it? Young man, you shouldn't see that I'm old and want to bully me?"

"Old sir, you misunderstood. I really can't get over it." Although Meng Xiang's tone was calm, he had a hint of murderous intent for the old man in his heart.

When he moved his foot just now, he found that his feet were firmly stuck to the ground. If he wanted to move, one of his feet must touch the ground. In other words, he can only walk around now and cannot jump at all.

If this was not the case, although there were many clay sculptures, he could jump over them as long as he jumped, but now he could not do it at all. Although he could walk on both sides of the road, he did not dare to get involved in the test rules.

More importantly, Meng Xiang was very sure that his feet could not leave the ground together must have been caused by the thin old man, because this situation had not happened when he ran over from a distance.

"Young man, there are no clearings on both sides of the road. Can you just bypass it?" The thin old man looked at Meng Xiang in confusion.

"Old sir, I'm sorry. I have to walk through the road." Meng Xiang looked firm, without any room for maneuver.

"Oh, young man, I just don't know how to adapt." The thin old man shook his head and sighed, "Young man, if you have to walk on the road, just move the gadgets I made. But when I am old, you have to do your job alone. When I am old, I will be fine." The old man beat his waist, stood up, and walked slowly towards the distance along the road.

"Old sir, you..." Meng Xiang was about to call the thin old man, but found that the old man had walked a long way, and his actual speed was much faster than his walking speed.

Meng Xiang watched the old man disappear on the ups and downs, retracted his gaze, and looked at the clay sculptures again. This time he noticed more details. The clay sculptures were not only made vividly, but also extremely vivid, as if they were all alive.

Meng Xiang walked towards the clay sculptures, stopped in front of a pile of wolf-shaped clay sculptures, thought for a while, and used the long knife in his hand to pull the wolf-shaped clay sculpture closest to him.

Suddenly, a yellow light lit up in front of Meng Xiang's eyes, which made his eyes blurred, and then a wolf howl after another sounded in his ear, loud and powerful, with evil spirits exposed.

In Meng Xiang's vision that had not yet fully recovered from Qingming, he vaguely saw several black shadows pounced towards him. Out of instinct, he swung his sword and laid a layer of sword curtains. Those black shadows hit the sword curtains and were bounced back, but he also clearly felt their power, which was very great.

Meng Xiang's vision recovered very quickly and he could see things clearly. Naturally, he also saw clearly what the black shadow attacked him was. It was actually several big wolf with light yellow fur, with sharp eyes and fierce aura, but he felt familiar when he saw them at first sight.

Soon, he remembered the reason. Those yellow-haired wolf-shaped clay sculptures were almost exactly the same as those he had seen before. He looked at the location where the wolf-shaped clay sculptures were placed. Sure enough, the wolf-shaped clay sculptures disappeared.

The moment Meng Xiang's eyes left the yellow-haired wolf, they seemed to find his flaws, jumped up one after another, rushed towards him, cooperated with tacit understanding and attacked in an orderly manner. Their attacks covered all the key points of his body, and they were also tricky in the angle and could not be defended.

"Looking for death!" The long sword flew, drawing mysterious lights, as if following the eternal trajectory, slashing towards the yellow-haired wolf. Both swords and swords were the key points.

The yellow-haired wolf has the agility of being beyond ordinary beasts or even monsters. It flew around in the air, even more flexible than down-to-earth. However, all their efforts were futile. No matter how they avoided, they eventually hit the knife.

Looking at the yellow-haired wolf flying out in an unnatural posture, Meng Xiang frowned slightly. The feeling from the upload of the knife told him that he did not kill all of them, and the extremely sharp sword actually became delayed when it hit them.

Three of the six yellow-haired wolf fell to the ground and stopped moving. A yellow light flashed and turned into a wolf-shaped clay sculpture again, with spider-web-shaped cracks on their bodies. The origin was their heart, where there was a deep cut, which was the part that Meng Xiang cut in the long sword.

The other three wolves, one of them was already unable to stand firmly, lying on the ground, and the other two were guarding it, bowing their waists and legs, looking like they were attacking, but their legs and bodies were trembling.
Chapter completed!