Chapter 439

Nine clans in the secret land

Even in the tens of thousands of golden winged ROC carvings, they can't hide their style. They are dignified, so that all the ROC carvings respectfully fall behind them and dare not go beyond them. Among the sculptures, there is a king's breath. It seems that this is the golden winged ROC carving king. Just waving its wings, it can roll up the wind and scream.

In fact, the power is really much stronger than other Mirs.

Especially its eyes, like a sharp blade, fell on the body, like a knife cutting meat, causing bursts of tingling. Sharp and terrible, being stared at, really like a blind needle in the back. There is a huge pressure in the.

"Wow!"

Not only are the eagles in the sky, but in the long sound of the eagles, they pierce the sky and spread in all directions, as if it was a warning sign. On the spot, in the mountains and forests, they quickly walked out of a large number of creatures.

They are groups of people wearing animal skins. No, looking at the evil spirit overflowing from the ocean, we can see that they are not human at all, but the most orthodox demon family.

Batch by batch.

In the twinkling of an eye, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of demon families came out of the mountains and forests.

These demon families are not all gathered together, but divided into several camps with clear barriers, such as the golden winged ROC carving, which is distinguished by race. Every time they gather in a big circle, almost every group belongs to different races, and their breath is very different.

Not long ago, in the open space in front of the mountain forest, it seemed that more than a million demon families had gathered.

Looking at their distinction, they are divided into eight largest groups, and outside these eight groups, there are some other small groups gathered around. Obviously, they are guided by the eight largest groups. No, it should be said that there are nine, and the golden winged Mirs carving groups hovering in the sky.

"Jin Xuan, why did you give a warning suddenly?"

In one of the eight ethnic groups below, there is an old man with white hair, but his eyes flash with a trace of wisdom from time to time. He holds a green crutch in his hand. Behind him, there are also 70000 ethnic groups. Strangely, most of those ethnic groups are beautiful women, and even men are handsome young people. They all have unique charm, which makes people see