C57

Ning Luo really wanted to force out a smile and tell her that he was fine.

However, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, causing him to take in a breath of cold air. Only now did he realize that he was completely unable to speak.

Little Meng's face was filled with pain as she nervously lay on Ning Luo's body, wanting to examine his injuries.

At this moment, through Ning Luo's body, Elder Jiu Ming spoke to Little Meng.

Little Meng's large and bright eyes widened into perfectly round circles. She spent some time grudgingly accepting Elder Jiu Ming's presence, then understood that Ning Luo's current situation wasn't too good.

If that Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc were to return, Ning Luo would be left with nothing but the fish.

Only by finding the little gold peng would he be able to protect Ning Luo's life.

Elder Jiu Ming believed that the eight crazy disciples weren't stupid enough to kill the little gold peng. It was even more likely that he didn't even dare to injure the little gold peng.

While Xiao Meng was sleeping, Ning Luo asked Elder Jiu Ming, "Senior, if that Netherworld Golden Winged Peng eats that guy …"

Ning Luo couldn't move at all. She calmed herself down and thought about it, and felt that this plan seemed to have a lot of loopholes.

"A level eight demon beast like the Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc is disdainful of eating humans, even though that human is a supreme expert of the Shakyamuni Realm."

Elder Jiu Ming rejected this possibility. After that, without waiting for Ning Luo to continue asking, he said, "The rank 8 beasts may be powerful, but it will still be difficult to tear that fellow into thousands of pieces."

It was obvious that Elder Jiu Ming had already considered all the possibilities that Ning Luo had come up with.

If he wanted to recover his physical body, he would not necessarily need the corpse of a Shakyamuni. It was fine to have a set of bones, but it would be slightly more troublesome.

Time slowly passed. The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng did not turn back, but the eight crazy people did.

No wonder he hadn't heard much about the fight between the rank 8 beast and the Guardian King. It turned out that the eight crazy people had actually gotten rid of the Netherworld Golden-Winged Roc.

Looking at the eight crazy men landing on the stone platform, Ning Luo felt his whole body turning cold, as if he was waiting for death to come knocking on his door.

Even if he was at his peak state before, he would not even have the chance to retaliate in front of this peak realm expert, much less the current him.

At this moment, Elder Jiu Ming's voice abruptly sounded from within the Spirit.

"Kid, don't be afraid. How clever! Eight, there is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to walk it. "Hahaha …"

Ning Luo was puzzled. He didn't understand why Elder Jiu Ming would suddenly burst out in laughter. It was as if returning from eight crazy disciples was something worth celebrating.

The eight maniacs glanced at Ning Luo viciously, and immediately, the corners of their mouths drew a cold arc.

Suddenly, the murderous look on his face changed into panic and disbelief.

Roar!

The stone platform instantly became dark and cool. Looking carefully, one would realize that it was not the dark clouds that covered the scorching sun, but a gigantic beast shadow blocking the scorching sun.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng had actually guessed that the eight crazy people would return.

The eight crazy disciples could not understand how the Netherworld Golden Winged Peng could hide its enormous beast's body, but at this point, it was no longer important.

The Netherworld Golden Winged Peng had already sealed off all of his escape routes. Unless he was able to kill his way out, he would have nowhere to run.

"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.