Chapter 1283 (2/2)

The monk of Ning Mai Jing wanted to laugh, but as soon as his mouth opened, blood gushed out.

”I'm so... Stupid...” he said three words difficultly. He was picked by the long sword and flew to the sky.

Shua, a dark shadow, fell from the sky.

A pair of black iron cast claws, seize the monk's body, and then fly back to the air, soon disappeared in the dark again.

With this opportunity, people finally see what is flying down in the dark.

It's a big weird bird.

The bird's wings spread out, more than one foot, and its whole body was black, as if it were iron feathers.

A pair of claws, is extremely sharp, at a glance, all give people a kind of pain.

And the strangest thing is that the big bird's face is wearing a golden mask, which looks like an owl with a sharp curved mouth and straight eyes.

Just as the bird was going down, he had a look at the crowd.

All of them have a feeling that they are regarded as food by each other.

Some people feel scared, some people feel funny, and some people don't feel it.

Ma Cheng's eyes are deep, and after looking at the Ning Mai situation of promotion, he doesn't blame the other party's behavior.

In this case, it's not surprising that the desire to survive makes people do anything.

Even a monk is not free from vulgarity.

Ma Cheng turned and looked at Qian Cheng. His throat was dry and he said, ”elder martial brother Qian, why didn't you kill the bird when it just fell down?”

Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes: ”are you accusing me?”

When Qian Cheng stares at him, Ma Cheng feels numb on his scalp and softens his knees.

The sky was in a state of mind, and Ma Cheng suddenly fell down on his knees with a plop.

”No next time.” Qian Cheng said faintly.

Looking at this scene, Puyang Yi shrinks his neck.

He looked at Chuyan and wusilanma, and scratched the back of his head. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it at last.

After he got up again, Ma Cheng went back to the coagulation state he had brought.

With deep hatred in his eyes, he closed his eyes after a deep look at Li mo.

At this time, Ma Cheng gives people a particularly terrible feeling.

The ship moved on.

With the lives of four monks in ningmaijing, the warship is getting closer and closer to the palace.

People just speculated that the palace was built on the island.

Now it is completely certain that the palace is the island, and the island is the palace.

It's just that on this white bone lake, such a quiet island, it gives people a sense of mystery. It seems that something terrible is dormant inside.

The ship stopped again more than thirty miles away from the lake.

Xue Li and Ma Cheng look at Li Mo, although they don't speak, their faces are gloating.

Li Mo, on the other hand, was angry.

The distance of more than 30 Li, if it is on the flat ground now, is not worth mentioning at all for the friars in diyuanjing.

But now, the distance of more than 30 miles is like a gap, a natural moat, which must be filled with human life.

And now it's limer's turn.

Li Mo is one of the three great achievements in Diyuan realm, and he has the largest number of monks in Ningmai realm, up to four.

He looks at Ma Cheng and Xue Li, then looks at the four people behind him. Then he gets up and walks over to Chu Yan.

”To be fair, you give one, I give one.”

Standing in front of Chu Yan, Li Mo said without expression.