"Da da (Big Brother), there's a * * * (conspiracy), a lot of people want to hit me (many people want to hit the tiger)."
Near the one-line sky, the gathered martial artists were either chatting in whispers or laying down a piece of animal skin on the ground. They put all kinds of goods on the ground and set up a stall. There were also some that closed their eyes to train and conserve their energy.
Behind these people, under a towering tree, three burly men of similar appearances sat on the ground without a care for their image. There was a bonfire in front of them, and on top of the fire, there were a few rabbits that were glistening with oil. They were constantly rotating, and under the licking of the fire, their skin was split open, and the golden yellow rabbit meat emitted an enticing fragrance.
While the three big guys looked at the rabbit meat, they drooled from the corner of their mouth. He kept swallowing the food. Who else could they be if they were not the three Qin brothers from before?
The one that spoke was the youngest Qin Xian. Now, he was missing two front teeth. When he spoke, he could not hold back the wind. The words he swallowed became neither fish nor fowl and made people laugh. A conspiracy had become a * * *.
"Third, what a * * *. Last time when we met that black bear, I said we would go together, but you insisted on going alone. Now look, two of your front teeth were knocked out. A conspiracy has become a * * *. " When Qin Chi heard Qin Xian's nondescript words, he jumped up angrily and gave him a popping popcorn.
"Boss, don't be angry. Last time, it was also because I heard others say that the black bear had great strength. I was not convinced and insisted on competing. Anyways, nothing major happened. "Second Qin Sheng swallowed his saliva and said:" However, these many people are dealing with one demonic tiger. Which one should we help? I heard that tiger meat is delicious. "As he said this, his eyes emitted a wolf-like light. His saliva dripped to the ground.
When Boss heard this, he said angrily: "Needless to say, mother said that we cannot bully the few with more people. We must get rid of the strong and help the weak."
These three living treasures were extremely interesting. This time, they had also followed the majority of martial artists to come here. Since they had all come, one could imagine how many martial artists had gathered here. There were all kinds of people gathered here, chatting in pairs. Their conversations were all about the psychic compass, the demonic tiger, and so on.
Each and every one of them was looking forward to how to lure the demonic tiger out.
In the blink of an eye, it was the third day.
"Roar!!"
Cultivators had gathered at the One-Line Heavens, causing the slaughter in the Southern Barbaric Mountain Range to lessen greatly. So, the mountain forest seemed to have the peace of the past, and it was amidst this peace that a powerful tiger's roar that was like metal and stone shot into the sky from the depths of the mountain range, shaking the heavens and resounding through the clouds.
For the peaceful Southern Barbarian, it was no different than a burst of thunder on the ground. The tiger's roar was vast, like waves and tides, with a faint momentum of swallowing the world. The sound covered the whole mountain range. The Tiger King's might was undoubtedly evident.
"Listen, that's a tiger's roar. It must be the roar of a demonic tiger. How tyrannical. " The cultivators in the One-Line Sky naturally heard it as well. They felt the shocking aura of the tiger's roar and their expressions changed.
"Is the Demonic Tiger really going to be lured to One-Line-Sky?"
"Looking at this momentum, it's 100% a demonic beast. Demonic beasts are not easy to deal with."
For a time, many people among the cultivators had different thoughts.
Putting aside the thoughts of the cultivators here, there was a mountain not far from the Myriad Demon Valley. No, in fact, it couldn't be called a mountain. It could only be regarded as a relatively tall hill. On the hill, there was a layer of green grass everywhere. On the hill, a black tiger with a body size of fifty feet stood proudly. It stretched its neck and roared. It lasted for half a quarter of an hour before it fell.
"Brother Di. This time is really interesting. All the demonic beasts in the Southern Barbarian have united. The scene will definitely be amazing. At that time, we must drive those cultivators out. "
Just when Sakra heard the tiger's roar, a scarlet little bird, which was brimming with spiritual energy, flew around him. It appeared to be very excited as it chirped and cried out excitedly. Its voice was clear and pleasant.
"Zhu 'er, don't underestimate the cultivators. Now they have all gathered in the One-Line Sky. If this force is gathered, it will become a powerful force. We must not underestimate it. This time, what we have to do is to keep them in the mountain range as much as possible and teach the cultivators a lesson. "
Di Shitian looked at the Vermilion Bird flying in front of him with a trace of calmness in his eyes.
Speaking of which, in the past three days, he didn't stop for a moment. He shuttled back and forth in the entire Southern Barbarian. In order to persuade the demonic beasts in the mountain range, he used all his means. He ran to the west, and before he could speak, he fought fiercely with the Black Ape King who was full of fighting spirit. The Golden Lion Kings in the east all had their own personalities and temperaments.
However, in his description of the various situations in the mountain range, and the same as what he said to the Underworld Crow King before, he used the pressure brought by the cultivators who were constantly gathering in the One-Line Sky to talk about the alliance.
In the end, when he went to the south, he saw a crane, a huge snow-white red-crowned crane. At that time, the Vermilion Bird was beside the red-crowned crane, constantly persuading something. Needless to say, the Vermilion Bird was persuading the red-crowned crane king at that time, hoping that she could deal with the cultivators in the mountain forest.
However, the crane king didn't seem to be persuaded by her, causing the Vermilion Bird to sulk at the side.
When Sakra arrived, he stated his prowess and used his glib tongue to persuade Crane King on the spot. This scene instantly changed the Vermilion Bird's impression of him and it was filled with admiration. Therefore, when he came to this hill, the Vermilion Bird also followed along and chirped in his ears. After a period of time, the Vermilion Bird's address towards Sakra became 'Big Brother Sakra'.
"Hmph, what are you afraid of? This time, Big Brother Di, you invited all the demonic beasts in the entire Southern Barbarian. Don't be fooled by the stinky crow's lifeless and cold appearance. In fact, his strength is quite strong. Together with his tens of thousands of clansmen, he's very powerful. There's also the gorilla, which is very strong. With the Golden Lion and Sister Medusa, there's no need to be afraid that we can't defeat those hateful cultivators." The Vermilion Bird landed on a big stone, flapped her wings, and shouted loudly. Her eyes were shining as if she had already seen the scene of a large group of cultivators being completely defeated.
Listening to her, it was as if victory was an easy thing.
"Don't underestimate anyone." Sakra swallowed a sentence and stood on the hill. He turned his head to look in all directions and a radiance flashed in his eyes as he said, "They are here."
"Wa!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an ear-piercing, unpleasant, and abnormally choppy cry from the north. Moreover, it was very fast. A dense and cold aura appeared in the sky above the hill. A huge underworld crow was descending from the sky. On his body, there was a dense aura of death, and in his eyes, there was a kind of indifference. Behind him, there was a black flock of crows.
Each and every one of them had the same aura as the Underworld Crow King. They were all cold as if they had no emotions.
Under the lead of the Underworld Crow King, they directly landed on a huge rock on the hill. They did not say anything and just looked at Di Shitian quietly.
"Stinky crow, I knew you weren't that kind of emotionless stone. I'll be more generous and forgive you for what happened last time. " When the Vermilion Bird saw the arrival of the Underworld Crow King, she was also very excited. She flew in front of him and chirped.
Di Shitian had previously set a limit of three days, and the tiger's roar was the signal. He said that if he agreed, he would come. Now that he could come, his meaning was obvious.
"Howl!!"
Above his head, another bird cry sounded out. This cry was different from the Underworld Raven King's. The Underworld Raven King's cry carried a gloomy coldness and death, but this cry carried a kind of nobility and elegance. A white cloud descended from the sky.
"Sister Crane is also here." The Vermilion Bird cried out again.
The one who came was none other than the Red-crowned Crane King, one of the five great demon beasts of the Southern Wilderness. A beautiful, snow-white crane with only a little red on the top of its head landed gracefully on another rock. At the same time, it also retracted a pair of wings that were several meters wide.
When Di Shitian saw it, he could not help but be moved in his heart. He remembered that he had read some records in his previous life. In myths, there were often legends of red-crowned cranes. Moreover, generally speaking, red-crowned cranes were used to symbolize happiness, auspiciousness, longevity, and loyalty. Therefore, the mounts of immortals were often red-crowned cranes.
This also indirectly showed that the crane was different from the rest.
"The Crane King is here. Please rest for a while. The other demon beast kings have not arrived yet." Di Shitian nodded slightly to the Red-crowned Crane King and said. His tone was not humble at all, directly putting himself in the same position as them.
It was not that he was arrogant, but that he had such strength. He opened up the Heaven Grade Demon Abode and laid a solid foundation. He also had the Demon Mist Blade, the Tiger's Roar Sound Wave, and other methods that gave him strength that was not inferior to any demon beast. Thinking about it, if he did not have the corresponding strength, a king like the Underworld Crow King would not listen to him.
No matter what calculation, there was only one thing that would not change, and that was strength. Strength was the foundation of everything.
"Rumble!!"
Every moment, the ground shook violently. In the forest, hurried footsteps sounded one after another. With every step, the ground trembled violently. A black gorilla that was more than ten meters tall and close to twenty meters tall walked forward with large strides. It had no intention of avoiding the trees in front of it at all. It walked straight forward. Its tyrannical body crashed into the trees, causing those towering trees to be smashed into pieces. It swayed left and right and flew out to both sides.
With a fierce aura, he dashed toward the hill. The vigor of its aura was so strong that any cultivator below the Foundation Establishment stage would be pressed to the ground by it. It was like a peerless demon.
[The foreshadowing of the Great War of the Southern Barbarians is almost done. A magnificent war is about to unfold. Brothers, if you have monthly votes or recommendations, give them all to me.]
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