C58 (1/2)

A few years later, the memory of this devastating battle was still fresh in his mind, as if it had been yesterday.

Although the eight crazy people were the enemies of Elder Jiu Ming, they could still be considered as the enemies of Ning Xi.

However, to be fair, his future comprehension of the Path of Demon and the Laws of Heaven and Earth were mostly inspired by the eight madmen in this battle.

In the Dharma Idol, one would be fortunate to be able to witness such a great battle between human beasts that could even be recorded in the annals of the history of the Eastern Profound Divine Continent. Even in the entire prehistoric land, it was likely that there was no more than one hand who could witness it.

Elder Jiu Ming was also well aware of this point, so he kept silent to avoid disturbing Ning Luo and only hoped that the little fox would be able to find the little gold peng smoothly.

From the current situation, the only question left was when would the eight of them lose.

At that time, the raging Netherworld Golden Winged Peng wouldn't care whether Ning Luo was innocent or not. The humans it saw were probably all automatically categorized as accomplices of the eight madmen.

No matter how earth-shattering this war between humans and demon beasts was, there would always be a moment where it would end.

The sun set in the west, and the setting sun shone on the bodies of the eight crazy disciples. Their clothes had long since disappeared, and their entire bodies were dyed a bright red, becoming a true bloody figure.

The eight hooligans knew that he had already lost and was about to die.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was also wounded, but it couldn't die in a short period of time, and it also had a lot of combat strength.

However, he had already used up all of his internal energy and was only left with one last breath.

Unresigned, he turned his head to look in Ning Luo's direction. With a bitter smile, he said, ”Unexpectedly, in the end, I still lost to you.”

When the last word was spoken, eight of the hooligans fell to the ground with a loud bang, completely lifeless.

Roar!

The Netherworld Golden-Winged Peng faced the sky and let out a long roar, venting the anger in its heart. This reckless human dared to offend her, this was the price!

The long roar brought Ning Luo back to reality and stared blankly at the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng. He felt much better and should be able to speak.

”Ignorant human!”

A sharp cold light shot over. Ning Luo, who was about to try moving his body, instantly tensed up and didn't dare to move.

Compared to the auras of the eight crazy people from before, such a cold killing intent was not weak at all.

He did not know how the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was going to deal with him, so he did not dare to think about it.

At this moment, Xiao Meng's voice could be heard.

”Stinky big bird, if you dare touch my brother, I'll definitely show you!”

Hearing Xiao Meng's words, a few black lines appeared on Ning Luo's forehead. She only wanted to turn around and tell Xiao Meng to run.

When he looked towards the direction of the voice, he was stunned before he could finish his sentence.

He saw the little golden roc followed behind Little Meng as it clumsily flew back in their direction.

Xiao Meng jumped right in front of Ning Luo, angrily waving her snow-white front legs at the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng ignored Xiao Meng and its gaze fell on Xiao Jin Peng. Ning Luo immediately felt the killing intent disappear.

Ning Luo was about to heave a sigh of relief when suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, as if night had fallen all of a sudden.