C57 (2/2)

”You know, I didn't kill it.” The eight berserkers raised their heads slightly as they stared at the massive Peng's body in the air.

To Ning Luo's surprise, not only did the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng understand the words of the eight crazy disciples, it was also able to speak the same language as Xiao Meng.

”It was taken!” The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng replied angrily. The fire energy did not weaken at all, as if the entire forest could feel its anger. The wailing sounds of surrender could not be heard.

Eight maniacs revealed struggling expressions, their brows tightly knitted. They tentatively put down their postures and said, ”Give me a stalk of Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass, and I'll return it to you unharmed. How about that?”

As matters stood, the eight madmen knew that it was already impossible for them to pick all three stalks of Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass from the cave.

However, he did not plan on giving up completely. If he could obtain one, then it would be quite good.

This Netherworld Golden-Winged Peng loved its child, so for the sake of the little gold peng, it should agree to his request. After all, a mid-stage Guardian King was not easy to deal with.

Ning Luo couldn't guess at the answer of the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng. He only knew that Elder Jiu Ming let out a long laugh from within his Spirit before cursing out two words.

Stupid!

Roar!

As if to verify Elder Jiu Ming's judgement, an enraged roar instantly resounded through the sky.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng responded with its actions. The Netherworld Flame rushed out of its mouth like a hurricane and descended from the sky, rushing towards the heads of the eight crazy disciples.

The battle between a man and a beast, a magical beast of the eighth rank, and a Shakyamuni instantly erupted.

For a time, the earth quaked and the mountains shook. Flames flew in all directions as Heaven and Earth powers appeared frequently.

An expert at the realm of the Shakyamuni had already begun to grasp some of the laws of the world. The power of heaven and earth could be easily used. The terrifying power caused Ning Luo to be extremely shocked.

The terror of a rank 8 beast was indescribable.

Ning Luo was afraid that if the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng wasn't careful enough, the pair of golden wings or the huge tail would easily sweep past him and shatter his body.

It was just as Elder Jiu Ming had predicted. Even if it was a rank 8 beast, it would still not be easy to kill a peak Shakyamuni.

However, as time passed, although the eight berserkers had not been defeated, they had become more and more miserable.

Of course, under the attack of eight crazy disciples, the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was also injured. The scene was tragic and shocking!

Ning Luo was stupefied. She didn't even notice that Little Meng had woken up before running out to look for the little gold peng.

”Damn it!” ”Stupid big bird, this old Taoist will fight it out with you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The previously clear sky had turned incomparably gloomy in the blink of an eye. It had sunk into darkness.

A fierce wind rose as a torrential rain fell. Lightning fell from time to time, and the sounds of thunder could be heard incessantly.

Trees flew up one after another as the sand and dust turned into a hurricane, engulfing the huge boulders and mounds within. It was a terrifying attack on the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng.

In the next moment, the Netherworld Flame illuminated the surroundings of the tree. The fire spread up into the sky, instantly forming many fireballs that fiercely attacked the eight crazy people.

The golden wings flapped extremely quickly as they flew over. The howling tornado covered the sound of the claps of thunder.

On the other side of the cave, regardless of whether it was torrential winds, torrential rain, or thunderstorms, none of them seemed to have landed. It was as if this man and beast had done it on purpose.