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In the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and onto Ning Luo's face, making her young and tender face clearly defined.

The tiredness slowly faded from his long sleep. Suddenly, his tightly sewn eyelids twitched once, before they slowly parted to reveal the bright eyes within.

The first thing he saw was Xiao Meng's dazed and adorable appearance.

"Big brother, you're finally awake! You're really sleepy!"

His words were full of mockery.

In order to protect Ning Luo, Xiao Meng hadn't slept for two days and two nights. She was really tired.

Ning Luo was dazed for a moment. Then, she reacted and lovingly patted Xiao Meng's head. She softly said, "Okay, big brother is fine now. Xiao Meng can sleep now!"

Xiao Meng let out a tired moan. She threw herself into Ning Luo's embrace and fell into a deep sleep.

"Kid, if you don't wake up, I'll have no choice but to seize your body."

Elder Jiu Ming's dissatisfied words sounded, and it wasn't without concern.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." Ning Luo didn't expect that this group of Ziyou birds would be so formidable, but in the end, it was still because his cultivation level was too low.

When he thought of how he was going to face a Shakyamuni, his heart began to pound.

However, since he'd already come this far, he could only continue on. Retreating before the battle wasn't his style. Moreover, he'd promised Elder Jiu Ming that he would do it even if he couldn't.

Jiu Ming vaguely sensed the change in Ning Luo's state of mind. He gave a gratified smile, but didn't say anything.

If anyone else was in the late stage of the Dharma Idol, they would have faced a Shakyamuni and would have hesitated constantly, would have been afraid from time to time, and would have repeatedly retreated.

Even someone at the peak of the False Sky Realm would not be better than the current Ning Luo.

The Nether Violet Spirit Bird's blood essence had already been collected. The next step was to reach the entrance of the cave before the Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass matured.

According to Elder Jiu Ming's judgement, the Shakyamuni called Eight Madman would never wait for the Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass to fully mature before making a move.

At the same time, the cave was also the lair of a Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng loved the Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass the most. When the three Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass matured, they would all be eaten by it.

Therefore, in order to obtain the Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass, he had to make a move before it matured. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to lure the Netherworld Golden Winged Roc out of its nest first.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng was a level eight demon beast.

Not to mention a Shakyamuni, even a Divine Expert of the Dharma realm wouldn't be willing to come into contact with such a terrifying demon beast unless it was absolutely necessary, let alone fighting it.

Initially, Elder Jiu Ming and eight crazy disciples knew that in order to obtain the three stalks of Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass, they had to attract the Netherworld Golden Winged Roc.

However, at that time, they had yet to come up with an effective method.

However, Elder Jiu Ming was sure that the eight crazy people would do this. As for how they did it, he couldn't guess.

What Ning Luo needed to do was destroy the plans of the eight berserkers, lure the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng back to its nest, and profit from that.

After two days of trekking carefully, Ning Luo arrived at the lair of the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng, hiding far away.

If Elder Jiu Ming's calculations were not wrong, the Demonic Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass should have matured in the next few days. In other words, the eight crazy disciples were in the vicinity at this time.

And he could move at any time.

For some reason, Ning Luo could feel the auras of the eight crazy men. They were lying on the ground, not daring to move, afraid that they wouldn't be able to avoid the enemy's patrol.

"Brat, relax. He won't be able to discover you with me around."

Elder Jiu Ming was a bit proud as he assured her confidently, as if this was what he was most adept at.

Ning Luo rolled his eyes. He felt that he wasn't wrong to be more careful. Elder Jiu Ming's words had already been proven before. Sometimes, it was really unreliable.

After knowing what Ning Luo was thinking, Elder Jiu Ming was so angry that his beard rose. However, it was just a wisp of his soul at the moment, so he couldn't punish Ning Luo in any way.

Time flew by in a flash. In the blink of an eye, a day and a night had passed. There was not a single sound coming from the lair.

Level eight beasts did not need to eat everyday, but there wasn't even the slightest movement. This was a little strange, after all, the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng wasn't some kind of peaceful demon beast.

It seemed that those three stalks of Demon Spirit Bloodthirsty Grass were about to mature, which was why the Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc inside of them had been guarding them the entire time.

Another day passed. Just as Ning Luo was getting impatient, suddenly, a shadow of a beast flew out from the lair.

"This is …" Staring at the small and thin beast, Ning Luo was not only puzzled, but also puzzled.

Elder Jiu Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't think that this Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc would give birth to a little Golden Roc at this time. Brat, get ready! The old thing has begun to move. "

This weak Netherworld Golden Winged Peng's entire body was golden. It flapped its wings with a movement that it was not very familiar with. It should have just learned how to fly not long ago.

Elder Jiu Ming's judgement instantly gave Ning Luo some clues.

This little golden peng clumsily flew forward with a clear goal in mind. This seemed extremely strange, as if there was something in front of it that attracted it.

Could it be that Shakyamuni … Eight crazy people?

He saw the little golden peng fly directly into the forest outside the nest. The dense trees blocked his line of sight, causing Ning Luo to be unable to catch the little golden peng's shadow.

"It seems like that old thing has succeeded!"

Elder Jiu Ming muttered to himself for a moment and made a judgment, indicating that Ning Luo should pay full attention to this matter.

Ning Luo thought for a moment and roughly guessed at something. She asked, "Senior, you're saying that that guy plans on using this little golden roc to lure the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng out of its nest?"

"Exactly, just watch. That little gold peng's cry will come over very soon."

The moment his words left his mouth, as if to prove his words, the next moment, a scream sounded in the forest. It sounded extremely miserable, as if something bad had happened.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the cry of a Peng came from inside the cave.

The long and sharp roc cry sounded like the cry of a bird. However, many demon beasts could hear that this roc cry was filled with monstrous anger. Instantly, the forest became restless as countless demon beasts began to flee.

This was the power of the anger of a rank 8 beast. Ning Luo's body slightly trembled, and waves of chilliness slowly rose from the bottom of her heart.

An enormous beast shadow shot out from the cave with a furious roar into the sky. It directly dove into the forest and flew towards the source of the scream. Trees continued to fall down from the sky.

For a moment, the leaves were dancing like butterflies.