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Chapter 187: Peng Killing* Wusong Lingkong (1)

The biting cold wind of the polar region washes away the vast white snowfield, like a cold but dexterous giant hand, with incomparable ingenuity, shaping this wilderness into a bizarre, yet majestic and magnificent one.【】

This is a precipitous cliff that stands thousands of feet high. Covered by ice and snow that has not melted for millions of years, you can only see the gaps between large ice floes that collide with each other from time to time. The blue water reveals a warm color. Most of these ice floes are covered by ice.

After being broken by the tension of the sea water, they drifted along the current. Almost each piece weighed more than ten thousand kilograms. The broken edges and corners were irregular, but they were all as sharp as knives. Under the surge of the sea water, these ice floes collided together, and the ice floes collided together.

It is natural to imagine the great strength and strong killing power.

However, even in such a dangerous environment, there are still many polar creatures risking their lives to gather from the sea and ice sheets, as if there is some irresistible temptation under this ice cliff, more like

The entire ice sheet and the North Sea have fallen into a huge crisis.

Under the cold ice cliff, there is a huge, comfortable and warm ice cave. In the cave, ice and water curl up their huge bodies, and they are sleeping innocently. Dreamless dreams pass by one after another, forming a continuous paragraph.

A period of time as smooth as silk flows slowly through this ice cave melted by body temperature.

There was silence and endless peace.

Outside the ice cave, countless polar creatures cover large tracts of snowfields. Even the continuous large ice floes on the sea are covered with countless North Sea creatures. Those land creatures can still survive, but due to the turbulence on the sea

Under the constant waves and the continuous collision of the ice floes, it is inevitable that some weak marine creatures will be slid down the ice. Their flesh and blood will fly under the impact of the sharp forks between the ice floes, and they will be followed by others.

The other creatures tore and swallowed into their bellies. However, even so, there were still numerous North Sea creatures swarming in, as pious as pilgrims, completely ignoring the life and death of their companions.

The lead clouds hang low, like large black rocks, slowly pressing down. In the polar night, the never-setting moon passes through the gaps in the dark clouds, and the stars are dotted, looming. However, even this little bit of weak moonlight also shines in the dark clouds.

After a snowflake fell, it suddenly disappeared.

The polar creatures stopped coming, and within a radius of a thousand miles, the dark beasts suddenly became terrifyingly silent. Apart from the faint "plop" sound of snowflakes falling more and more densely on the ice, there was actually nothing in the world.

No other sound could be heard. It was as if the polar creatures that had been commotion just now suddenly entered a nightmare from which they could not wake up, or were suddenly turned into rocks by an evil force.

The silence is like falling into a dream, and the heart is palpitating.

The flying snowflakes were as big as mats, and an unsettling chill gradually filled the air in the silence. Under the dim night, polar creatures everywhere were completely covered by thick white snow, and the purity and harmony of the earth

The chaos in the sky forms a dazzling contrast, but it is the same vastness and the same boundlessness.

This is a silent dream, a pure dream, it may be chaos, it may be clarity, but no matter what, all this silence, all this weirdness, or this pious pilgrimage, is pierced by a bird song that pierces the sky.

Inside, like transparent glass, suddenly shattered, like the snowflakes all over the sky, beautiful, but can only last a moment of eternity.

A pair of huge wings that also cover the sky and the earth, and the same overwhelming pressure of the king, suddenly came through the clouds. The lead clouds that filled the sky with no gaps suddenly opened, and in the sky was a green bird.

A big bird with a long neck and rat feet, it looks like a goose. Its flat wings are like a piece of green cloud, floating silently over the polar sky. Its sharp eyes carry a ghostly aura that seems to come from the netherworld.

The machine was pointing to the ice cliff where Ru Bing and Shan Shui were sleeping soundly.

(Note: Just like the unicorn is the leader of the beasts, but there are still Suan Ni competing with it, this bird is called the 锹锹, and it is the only prehistoric divine bird in the bird family that dares to challenge the authority of the Phoenix. But because this bird is good at lewdness and lust,

Killing, with a ferocious temperament, although it is powerful, it does not have the virtues of the phoenix, so it is classified by the world as one of the evil forces among birds. It does not accept the lofty status of the phoenix as the king of birds, and every time it starts a fight, it is always because of its own

They were slightly weaker and failed because they did not have strong enough helpers. Because Dapeng and Peacock are the strongest helpers around Phoenix, whenever the offspring of these two divine birds have just matured and cannot fully exert their own strength.

, the falcons will feel the aura emitted when they become darker, track them down, and kill them before their magical powers are achieved. In order to cut off their wings, they can also gain an advantage in future battles.

.)

After the falcon circled in the sky for a while, the strong wind brought by its wings had swept away the stagnant dark clouds in the sky. The polar full moon was clustered among the clear stars, on the sapphire blue sky.

This giant bird sets off a vast and barren background.

As the dark clouds drifted away, large flocks of flying birds suddenly appeared in the huge shadow of the swans. The sound of flapping wings was like bursts of thunder whizzing past, rolling and stirring in the air, but the whole sky except for the swans occasionally made a sound.

Apart from the strange and enchanting chirping, not a single other bird song could be heard.

Although the falcon looked arrogant and domineering, it acted very cautiously. It hovered in the air for a long time, but never fell. The ground was completely white, and the polar creatures hidden under the white snow were still there.

There was no sound, no movement, as if it was just a lonely snowfield, a piece of ignorant ice that lasted thousands of years.

After a long time, the grebe seemed to have sensed that the snowfield was not as peaceful as it seemed. It suddenly let out an earth-shattering cry, and among the flock of birds flying behind it, there was a large, strange-looking bird.

The bird responded to the sound and flew straight to the ice cliff.

This bird is covered in feathers and has a ferocious appearance. It has wings spread and is more than two feet tall. It is shaped like a goose and has nine tails at the back. The strange thing is that this bird has ten necks in front, but it only has nine heads and one is left.

The flesh and blood were blurred, with thick green blood dripping from time to time.

Seeing that the sharp claws of this evil bird were about to fall on the ice cliff, suddenly snow exploded on a huge ice floe under the ice cliff, and a fat sea beast stood up from it. I saw it was huge and scary.

It weighs no more than 10,000 kilograms. A pair of flipper-like forelimbs supported its heavy body and roared at the evil bird in the sky.

Strange to say, the evil bird looked ferocious, but it seemed to be extremely afraid of the sea beast's roar. When the sound reached his ears, it immediately panicked. Its nine heads could not unite their thoughts for a while, and their wings flapped wildly.

It hit the ice cliff at one point. It flew past the ice cliff without daring to stop at all, and fled back to the flock of birds.

It turns out that this bird is called the Nine-Headed Bird. Its ancestors originally had ten, but one of them was injured by a wild dog when it fell to the ground to look for food. From then on, this species was not only extremely afraid of the sound of barking dogs, but also suffered.

If the canine fangs are poisoned, the offspring will only be able to give birth to nine heads, and the remaining neck will often bleed, and the defect cannot be compensated.

The sea beast just now is called a fur seal, but it is a dog of the sea. Its bark is roughly the same as that of land dogs, and its nature is aggressive, with sharp teeth and its huge and powerful body, so its deterrence is naturally very strong.

It was huge. So when the nine-headed bird heard its sound, it immediately ran away.

However, in this way, the whereabouts of those hidden polar creatures were inevitably exposed. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the grebe in the sky, and it once again let out a long cry. The birds behind it echoed, and the snowfield shook.

It is a colorful cloud, and a gorgeous death that is inescapable. It is a cruel murderous intention hidden behind the extreme beauty, falling suddenly from the clouds, from the unpredictable sky, with the sound of wind.

On the snowfield, among the ice floes, ice bears, snow wolves, snow foxes and all kinds of underwater giants appeared one after another. Many North Sea birds also took off from the snow and flew at low altitude, illustrating a tragic ancient battle.

On the land of the North Sea, fallen feathers are falling, flesh and blood are flying, beasts are roaring, and birds are singing in unison, spreading farther and farther with the turbulent wind.

The falcon soared in the sky, commanding all directions. It looked down at the earth from a high altitude, and saw that the originally silvery snowfield was now covered with dazzling crimson. This tragic scene did not arouse any pity in its heart, but it felt a sense of pity.

Bloodthirsty passion began to burn in its body.

Its cold eyes moved away from the battlefield and gradually turned to the ice cliff where the Rubing brothers and sisters were hidden. The familiar breath of the Dapeng came clearly from there, and it aroused the desire rooted deep in its body.

The kind of endless resentment accumulated from countless life and death struggles throughout the ages.

The murderous intention has arisen and will not stop until death.

An afterimage streaked across the sky, as if its emerald figure was still floating high in the sky, but its iron-like wings had swept across the ice cliff diagonally.

The world stood still.

The afterimage has been recovered.

It's still that dreamy green figure floating in the sky, as if it has never moved.【】


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