After almost a stick of incense, Uncle Xu in front suddenly took out a bamboo whistle from his arms and blew out a strange cry that sounded like a human-faced owl.
After a while, a response sounded from the left side in front.
Uncle Cui understood and ran toward the place where the sound came from, but the green light on the cart became more and more hazy, and there was no sound while traveling.
The green ox cart was obviously a real thing, but at this moment, it became looming.
It turned out that the illusion was like flowing water, squeezing through the gaps between trees and boulders.
Xu Luo had been with the cart all day, and he wasn't surprised at all at this moment.
Because he knew that this was the only magical power of reclusiveness that emerged from the Green Ox Cart.
Passing through a forest, a group of towering cliffs suddenly appeared in front of us.
Several bushes stood up unexpectedly, revealing the hunting patrol members below.
Uncle Xu didn't speak any more, he just made a few gestures to several people, and then a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
He tapped Uncle Cui on the shoulder and pointed toward a dark cave on the cliff above.
At this time, Uncle Cui's face was a little pale.
Xu Luo has always been attentive, and even found that his breathing was a bit heavy.
It seems that the journey of this incense stick is not as easy as Uncle Cui made it appear.
Uncle Cui nodded silently, motioned Xu Luo to get out of the car and stay here with the hunting team, and then took a deep breath.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but in Xu Luo's eyes, the short and thin Uncle Cui's body expanded rapidly as if he was blowing air.
A scream exploded like thunder.
The green ox cart soared into the air, carrying Uncle Cui straight into the dark cave in mid-air.
The sound of the wind blew against the hard cliff like a knife, cutting out streaks of white marks.
At this moment, a ray of white light jumped out of the cave and hit the oncoming cart.
There was a muffled sound and white light was thrown hard towards the cliff.
Before it hit the ground, Uncle Xu suddenly shouted loudly below.
In his hand, at some point, there was a cold-looking throwing spear.
With a whoosh, he threw his spear and shot towards the white light.
Following the miserable bleating howl, white light appeared.
An old sheep with coiled horns half as tall as a man, with sharp blade-like horns and an angry look on its triangular face.
The spear pierced its shoulder directly and nailed it to the cliff.
But even though it was so seriously injured, its four hooves were twisted into a weird angle, as if it were stepping on suction cups, and it still stood firmly on the cliff.
The cliff-jumping sheep glanced downwards with red eyes and resentment, and then turned sideways and hit the cliff directly.
On the Qingniu cart in the sky, Uncle Cui's angry and weird screams suddenly sounded.
"Third brother, vote again! This beast is going to draw his gun!"
Draw a gun? How to draw it?
Uncle Xu was stunned for a moment. The cliff-jumping sheep had already hit the cliff hard.
There was a muffled sound, and the spear that pierced the body was knocked out by it, falling right in front of the hunting team.
The loud bang was like a slap in the face to the faces of some old men.
Uncle Xu flashed an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
Looking at the jumping sheep running on the cliff like lightning again, his face became extremely gloomy.
The throwing spear that was held in his hand tightened again and again, but still did not throw.
The opportunity has been missed. Once this beast loses his temper, there is no way he can stab him again.
Xu Luo breathed a long sigh of relief and shook the vicious red-blooded pupils of the Leaping Sheep out of his mind.
The rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling just a few times, but it only took a few breaths.
But this scene seemed to slowly open the curtain of a brand new and wonderful world before his eyes.
The green ox cart also turned into a stream of blue light, chasing closely behind the white light.
Blue and white lights, like two naughty elves, chase and dance on the steep cliff.
After a moment, Xu Luo's brows furrowed.
If he guessed correctly, Uncle Cui might not be able to hold on to this situation for long, so he had to think of a way.
He looked around and saw that the cliff was about a hundred feet high.
Even if he has achieved a small degree of internal strength through the "Five Apes Moving Mountain Technique" and coupled with his natural divine power, he still can't leap such a high distance.
But when his eyes glanced at the throwing spears in the hands of Xu Sanshu and others, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Third uncle, can your throwing spear be nailed to the cliff?"
Uncle Xu shook his head and smiled bitterly, but what he said made Xu Luo feel happy.
"If Third Uncle attacks with all his strength, he should be somewhat sure, but what's the use?
This beast is so fast, how can it hit it?"
Xu Luo said in a deep voice: "You should know that Uncle Cui will definitely not be able to hold on for long if he continues like this!
If the third uncle doesn't have any good ideas, why not let the nephew try?"
"you……"
Uncle Xu's eyes were full of doubts, but time was indeed pressing at this time. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to do?"
How could Xu Luo have time to explain to him at this time?
His natural supernatural power has never been revealed in front of irrelevant people.
No matter how he explained it at this time, he couldn't explain it clearly at once.
He stretched out his hand towards Uncle Xu, indicating that he could lend him his spear.
Uncle Xu hesitated for a while, then turned the handle of the spear around and handed it to him.
Xu Luo threw the throwing gun in his hand, took a deep breath, and threw it upwards.
With a whoosh, the spear turned into a stream of light and was instantly nailed to the cliff several feet high above.
The handle of the gun was directly inserted halfway, and the tail of the gun was still buzzing and vibrating.
Uncle Xu and the others looked at this scene in stunned silence, as if they saw a strange creature in red suddenly appearing in front of them.
Xu Luo smiled slightly, his upper body suddenly expanded in a circle, the wooden crutch slammed on the ground, and his figure was like flying catkins, and he jumped up, with the tip of the crutch just above the tail of the gun.
Under the heavy pressure, the spear bent straight like a bow, but the wooden crook undulated with the wind like an old pine tree rooted in the tail of the spear.
The mountain wind howled, making his clothes rustle.
This fantasy scene made several people below salivate. Is this still a human being?
"Third uncle, throw the spear!"
Cold sweat broke out on Xu Luo's forehead, and the energy in his body was like a thread, tightly wrapped around the tip of the crutch, but he still forced himself to calm down and shouted downwards.
Uncle Xu let out the frustration in his chest, knowing that time was running out, so he could only believe in Xu Luo at this time.
He shouted decisively.
"Give me the throwing gun, quickly!"
There was a hissing sound, and a spear was inserted deeply into the cliff a few feet high above.
Xu Luomuguai pressed down hard and used the force to bounce up. He was like a spiritual ape, landing on the spear with incomparable accuracy.
Looking at this same scene, Uncle Xu's worried expression below finally relaxed a bit.
Without further ado, he threw the spears in his hand upwards one after another, forming a dangerous ladder of spears.
As the distance from the ground became farther and farther, Xu Luo felt as if his whole body was floating.
This unprecedented experience seemed to completely activate the violent and adventurous factor buried deep in his heart.
He stood on the top of the throwing spear and took a deep look at the two rays of light above that were still chasing closely.
Then he leaned against the cliff silently, breathing loudly.
Even though he has been practicing "Five Apes Moving Mountains" for nearly ten years, such consumption is still a bit too much.
When Xu Luo jumped up the cliff, Uncle Cui had already noticed that Qingguang paused and continued to chase the sheep that jumped off the cliff.
He had brought this child up since he was a child, so how could he not know his temperament?
Under that crippled body, there was hidden a violent heart that refused to be ordinary. She kept him under her wings for more than ten years, and she didn't know whether it was right or wrong?