In other words... driven away!

Damn it, I'll fight them!

In the team of monks above the ground, they saw several lagging monks being pecked by a wind-chasing falcon. A young foundation builder finally couldn't bear it anymore and reached into his arms. In his arms, there was a talisman.

!

This is the trump card left by his family. As long as it is unexpected... it can at least severely damage a wind-chasing falcon!

"Wait a minute!" An old cultivator next to him grabbed his hand tightly: "Don't be impulsive..."

"But...these monster birds are just playing tricks on us!"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot: "My Taoist companion, my brother..."

"Hey, who doesn't know how to fight hard?" The key is to fight hard." The old cultivator opened his clothes and revealed a string of thunder beads: "I have been a demon hunter for a period of time before, and I am familiar with the habits of various monsters.

The behavior of these wind-chasing falcons is very abnormal... They are obviously driving us away. According to my speculation, they are either driving us to the nest of young birds, or to feed a bird king who is about to advance... Like us

The flesh and blood of monks is rich in spiritual energy and is truly a heavenly tonic for monsters and beasts.

"Then why don't you just kill us?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"This is probably the bad taste of the demon bird... In short, when you get to the bird's nest, take out all the guys who are trying to hide the bottom of the box!"

There was also a hint of ruthlessness on the old cultivator's face: "It's best to use bird eggs and young birds, so that they can have no offspring..."

A group of monks were driven away continuously and came to a green cliff.

On the cliff, there are indeed huge crow's nests.

"No... there are no chicks that don't sound good..."

The old monk smiled sadly: "There should be a bird king here who is about to advance to the next level, and we need to wait for nourishment..."

With their methods, they might be able to kill some birds with a decisive blow, but it would be a dream to inflict much damage on a third-level peak demon bird.

Phew!

Many wind-chasing falcons were hovering in the sky, and a huge wing smashed half of the cliff and stretched out directly from the mountain.

The demonic energy at the peak of the third level made these monks begin to suffocate.
Chapter completed!