Youth's Cultivation

"Little tiger, the bird will kill the reptile!" The thief bird roared. If it hadn't been for his keen perception of fire, he would have become a roasted wing at the moment!

"Get out of here, go!" Wang Xiaohu frowned. The eighth order red flame dragon Python is not easy to kill. Its resistance to the flame will greatly reduce the attack strength of the thief bird. His own attack has little effect on the eighth order peak. Even if he uses sacrifice fist, it is difficult to kill the eighth order red flame dragon Python.

Apart from a pair of straight horns on its head, this red flame Python is not much different from the dragon race. It can be seen that the concentration of its blood is not weak.

The thief bird dared not scold a few words, but his wings vibrated, and the fire flashed. In the twinkling of an, a thousand feet away, and then the red light flashed again and again. A moment later, it disappeared in front of the red dragon Python again.

"Fire escape... What kind of monster is this seven color strange bird? It can use fire escape continuously!" The doubt in the eyes of the red flame dragon Python is stronger, but there is also a hint of excitement. If you can get the talent Soul Crystal in your body, you may even master the art of fire escape, and even some pure dragon families may not control the art of fire escape.

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This time, Wang Xiaohu and the thief bird did not dare to delay at all. They galloped all the way for seven days. The spiritual power consumption was supplemented by ten thousand years of spiritual milk. It was obviously impossible to catch up with the speed of the red flame dragon python, and the flame track left behind would quickly disappear.

There are many monsters below, but none of them dare to stand up in front of the thief bird.

"That damn old reptile, don't let the bird master meet again, or the bird master will eat his inner pill as a snack!" The thief bird complained angrily, and Wang Xiaohu was helpless. His strength was not as good as that of people. However, the nine nether King dog should not be taken out easily!

"Thief bird, don't complain. We may really be in trouble this time!" Wang Xiaohu said suddenly.

"What's the matter, little tiger? The miscellaneous dragon can't catch up!" The thief bird is very confident.

"It's not the red dragon python. Have you found that there are some demon birds singing all the time where we have been." Wang Xiaohu said solemnly.

"Demon bird chirping?" The thief bird wondered, "isn't this very normal? It's strange if the demon bird doesn't cry!" Even the thief bird can't help chirping occasionally. Its voice is not much better than Wang Xiaohu.

"It's normal to sing, but it's not normal to sing all the time on our way forward. These low-level monsters feel your breath. Don't they dare to shout here." Wang Xiaohu's words made the thief bird feel something wrong.

"Is this, is this the territory of the miscellaneous dragon?" The thief bird said something uncertain.

"If you catch the Green Peng, you'll know!" Wang Xiaohu's mind swept the blue pengbird hidden in a valley below.

The Green Peng reached the later stage of the seventh order. Although it can't be said yet, it already has the wisdom. When the thief bird swooped down, the Green Peng seemed to feel the danger. His wings rolled the breeze and wanted to escape.

However, in front of the thief bird, how could Qingpeng escape? He had no power to fight back and was patted to the ground by the thief bird.

However, Qingpeng didn't seem to cooperate very much, and the thief bird and Wang Xiaohu were not polite, so they directly put it there. The palm sized Qingpeng demon soul was swallowed by the thief bird, while the inner alchemy and body were collected by Wang Xiaohu. It was rare in the outside world in the later stage of the seventh order.