The red-topped Shanghe drove Zhang Ning into the blizzard, and the visibility suddenly became extremely low.

At the same time, the three red-topped Shanghe's heads, the multi-faceted ruby ​​as big as a goose egg and the half-foot-long feather crown that grew on it lit up, like three red warning sticks.

In this severe cold environment, the black scales on their necks and the black feather swords on their wings did not freeze, and the crystal white feather cover was also excellent in comfort.

Zhang Ning was riding the Red-top Shanghe before, and it was always good weather, so he didn't find these wonderful things.

No wonder the Hewu Jiutian Sect uses the red-topped Shanghe as its mount. For low-level monks, the red-topped Shanghe is indeed easier to use than a flying magic weapon.

After two days of traveling through the blizzard area, three red-topped Shanghes took turns to fly Zhang Ning without saying a word, looking conscientious.

Another day later, Zhang Ning couldn't stand such a strange atmosphere. These three were not spiritual birds with unenlightened intelligence in the cultivation world, but bird demons! And their IQ should be not low, so now it's as embarrassing as four people walking together but not talking a word.

Zhang Ning asked in a subtle tone of "Your leader was very familiar with me before": "Have the gold and silver carvings mentioned their experiences in the human world... or somewhere else..."

The strongest red-topped Shang He who was resting next to him said sharply: "No."

The three cranes continued to fly speechlessly...

It’s really not a big deal! They must be very good at chatting to death.

In front of the Jin and Silver Eagle, they looked like slaves, and instead took up the airs in front of their (formerly) owner!

hehe.

Given his current combat effectiveness, Zhang Ning chose not to have a common sense of knowledge with animals.

After flying over a broad-leaved forest, a grassland with lush spiritual plants suddenly appeared below, and the proportion of spiritual plants containing spiritual energy reached 10%. You should know that the proportion of spiritual plants in the "spiritual livestock farm" of the Nut Pin Mountains is only 30%, and the proportion of spiritual plants in the two-tailed tribe territory that Zhang Ning has worked for is only 2%.

But in such a high-quality pasture, there are only two or three herbivores eating grass. They are animals, not monsters! And they are not the same race... Why are there so few diners in such a high-quality free buffet restaurant?

After Zhang Ning increased the alert value by two points, the sun suddenly dimmed, and the noise similar to the flight of hundreds of fighter aircraft began to sound, and it became louder and louder. Sand and dust covered the sky and the sun and the sky, and the sandstorm in the demon world was extremely fast and extraordinary! No wonder there were no other monsters in the grassland, and only three dementia animals that did not receive the "red warning of sandstorm".

Although it is a sandstorm, there is a red-topped Shanghe here, so there is no need to worry at all!

"This is already the territory of the Zerg." The red-topped Shang He tilted his body, and Zhang Ning on its back fell to the ground lightly.

The three red-topped Shanghes turned around and flew away quickly without saying "Thank you for the ride".

The weak, pitiful and helpless Zhang Ning stood alone in the grass, and countless blocking words surged in his spiritual sense and had to give them bad comments: "Forcibly drive away customers, refuse to provide chat services, have a bad attitude! I don't want to give them half a star!"

But in this situation, what else can Zhang Ning, a vulnerable group, do? Hide in the Qiankun Baoshou and wait for the bad weather to end. After the baptism of the blizzard, he did not want to continue fighting the sandstorm.

Zhang Ning took a few breaths to enter Qiankun Baoshou, and the "sandstorm" was less than 100 meters.

After seeing the true bodies of those "big sand and gravel", Zhang Ning secretly thanked his wisdom that this is not a sandstorm. This is a cover of the sky and the sun, and tens of thousands of locusts!

This group of locusts in the demon world are bigger and more ferocious than those in the Zhang Ning world.

The maximum length of the locust demon is as big as Zhang Ning's palm, with a foot of wings spreading, and the whole is grass-green. The belly like a drainage hose has yellow patterns, grass-green spots on its tough forewings, the membranous hind wings shine with silver light, and the back of the calves like a steel needle are covered with sharp barbs.

The biggest difference between this locust demon and ordinary locusts in Zhang Ning's world is that the locust demon has two grass green curtains under the compound with a big button on its head, and its forelimbs evolved into sharp bayonets, which are extremely arrogant.

"Moo~" "Ba~" "Ah~" Three slow-responsive herbivores escaped with bruises and bruises. They were actually just ordinary animals and did not turn into demon kings to destroy locust monsters. Zhang Ning felt unbelievable that it must be the god of routine being dozed.

After a few breaths, all the locust demons landed on this grassland with a very high proportion of spiritual plants. The entire grassland seemed to be covered with a layer of sticky dark green paste. The "crack" and "rust" sound of gnawing was probably 120 decibels.

When the Locust Demon Legion eliminates these plants, they should leave. Zhang Ning calmly teased the pink spa baby the size of a Hami melon in his arms.

Although these locust monsters looked very fierce, Zhang Ning keenly felt that they were a little panicked and absent-minded...

Sure enough, they flew up one after another after eating for more than ten days.
Chapter completed!