The golden-winged roc and the Fire Qilin must have had a grudge against each other. As soon as it appeared, it bit the Fire Qilin and pounced on it, automatically ignoring Feng Hao and Little Ball who had intruded into its territory.
"Damn you, chasing me again."
The Fire Qilin ran a few steps and sensed that the Golden-Winged Roc in the sky had locked onto it. It flew into a rage.
However, other than running away, it had no other choice. Its eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
"I've said it countless times. If you dare to take another step into my territory, I'll kill you!"
Chirp!
The Golden-Winged Roc stared at the Fire Qilin coldly, and a pair of sharp claws directly swiped at the Fire Qilin. The moment the claws, which were as sharp as steel knives, touched the Fire Qilin's back, the latter broke out in a cold sweat. It immediately rolled and crawled, avoiding the claws that were enough to split open its stomach.
"I've said it countless times. I really didn't do it on purpose. Who knew that I would dig up your ancestral grave …"
The Fire Qilin's entire body was covered in flames, but in front of the golden-winged roc that was like a small golden sun, its body could not help but tremble uncontrollably.
It was related to the golden-winged roc, but it was all a misunderstanding … It was nothing more than digging holes all over the mountain and accidentally digging out the ancestral grave where the golden-winged roc's father was buried.
The situation was not very bad. At most, the corpse of the Golden-Winged Roc father was accidentally burned to ashes.
However, this was a good thing. It was already very difficult to snatch the mountain now. The sacred flame on his body burned the golden-winged roc's father into ashes, saving the golden-winged roc a large piece of the mountain. It was simply a great thing.
However, the Golden-Winged Roc was so stubborn that it wanted to kill it and bury it with its ashes.
The Fire Qilin was a majestic sacred beast with a noble bloodline. It could be killed but not humiliated. Thus, he secretly dug out the ashes of the Golden-Winged Roc's father and scattered them all …
The Fire Qilin was naturally not afraid. Its identity was very special. Apart from being unable to leave the mountain, it could be said to be unstoppable in the mountain. The array formation was completely useless against it.
However, the Golden-Winged Roc was different. It could not break the formation that trapped it, so it could only move around in this area.
The Fire Qilin relied on this point. When it was bored, it would stroll around the golden-winged roc's territory and annoy the golden-winged roc at the edge of the array formation. Its attitude was extremely arrogant and despotic.
"It's useless to say anything. I've waited for so long, and the formation is finally broken. Let's see how you're going to hide now. I'll make you pay me back tenfold, a hundredfold …"
The Golden-Winged Roc's eyes were red. Its hysterical madness frightened the Fire Qilin so much that it broke out in a cold sweat.
The cold sweat was evaporated by the flames on its body, turning into rising steam. It looked like the Fire Qilin was fuming.
In the distance, Feng Hao and Little Ball were dumbfounded by the scene before them.
"Digging up graves?"
The corner of Feng Hao's mouth twitched. He suddenly felt that he had accepted a mount that he shouldn't have. A Fire Qilin that could dig up graves, was this still a f * cking Fire Qilin?
Little Ball was also dumbfounded. It said meaningfully, "This kid seems to be a troublemaker. He's even more worrisome than Little Black and that cow. Why don't we … roast him?"
Little Ball seemed to feel that one Fire Qilin was not enough. It couldn't help but ask for Feng Hao's opinion. "Roasting a roc should taste pretty good, right?"
"Then should I contact Zhao Yang and ask him to find a few top chefs from New Oriental?"
Feng Hao was speechless. He felt that Little Ball was a little too arrogant after coming to Earth … He seriously suspected that if he wasn't by its side, at least a few species would go extinct …
For example … this Fire Qilin that was fleeing for its life.
Little Ball licked the corner of its mouth and nodded repeatedly. "That's for the best …"
Just as Feng Hao and Little Ball were discussing how to roast it, the Fire Qilin was already battered by the Golden-Winged Roc. Its golden blood splattered all over the ground. If it wasn't for its outstanding recovery ability, it would have already met its ancestors.
"Pah! What Great Emperor? Master? This Sage is about to die and you're still standing there watching. This Sage must have been blind to recognize you as Master."
The Fire Qilin roared. Its injuries made it restless. This was a matter of life and death.
Without any warning, the Fire Qilin suddenly shed tears.
It regretted it. It regretted provoking this overlord of the sky level beast and digging up its ancestral graves twice.
Feng Hao's face turned slightly red at the Fire Qilin's words. He said loudly, "There's no such thing as hatred for no reason. This Emperor also wants to see whether this little bird or you are more powerful …"
"Little bird?"
Chirp!
The Golden-Winged Roc suddenly stopped chasing the Fire Qilin. Its noble head turned to look at Feng Hao, a cold light shooting out of its eyes.
"Huff!"
The Fire Qilin could finally catch its breath. Its five legs were trembling. It almost went to meet its ancestors.
"Big Brother Roc, to tell you the truth, it was my master who ordered me to dig up your ancestral graves. Take revenge if you have a grudge, take revenge if you have a grudge …"
The Fire Qilin was unwilling to see Feng Hao stand by and do nothing. Thus, it splashed dirty water on Feng Hao.
Moreover, the dirty water was very smelly, but the effect was surprisingly good. The Golden-Winged Roc's huge body trembled violently as if it had seen its mortal enemy. It screeched and flew towards Feng Hao.
"If I can't get rid of this little mongrel, this Sage will never recognize you as Master. Aiyo … this Sage is so miserable."
The Fire Qilin was exhausted and didn't like being tired anymore. It felt that its life had been full of misfortune since its birth. It was trapped in a large array without knowing why and dug up food without knowing why. After digging up treasures from many graves, it fell in love with this business.
Moreover, it worked very hard. It dug up graves every two to three days and went to the lake to take a bath after digging.
It had dug up most of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. It had encountered many fierce people, but they were all perfectly avoided by its wit. Who asked it to be born with the freedom to enter and exit the array in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?
No great demon or fierce beast could do anything to it.
However …
Only now did the Fire Qilin suddenly awaken from its stupor, and its body suddenly trembled uncontrollably. When it thought of … those formidable vicious beasts in the Grand Myriad Mountains, all its hopes turned to dust, and it even had the thought of dying.
"This Sage really didn't mean to dig up the graves. Who asked you to have so many burial items? You really can't blame this Sage …"
At this moment, the Fire Qilin turned its head with difficulty to look into the depths of the mountains. Its expression was as ugly as if it had swallowed billions of flies.
…
Chirp!
The Golden-Winged Roc's eyes were already red from killing. Its ancestral graves had been dug up several times. Countless nights, it dreamed of its father complaining to it: Son, you killed that evil beast. Your father was wronged …
The Golden-Winged Roc also felt that its father was especially wronged. He was lying in the cemetery, but who knew that the Fire Qilin would dig up his grave. Anyone would feel wronged …
Of course, if the Golden-Winged Roc knew that the Fire Qilin had been a grave digger for as long as it could remember, who knew what it would think.
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