At that time, everyone who was on their way to support the demon clan was troubled about what kind of flying vehicle to carry.
"First of all, the flying boat is too big a target."
"Flying a sword isn't very good either. It's also too conspicuous." Due to the invasion of the demon race, ordinary cultivators have found inconspicuous places to hide. No one would fly into the sky, as it would be easy for them to be caught by the demon king hovering in the air.
If you fly into the sky with a sword so openly, you will be caught in just a few minutes.
"Walking?"
No.
They refused.
Ye Qiao looked up thoughtfully, put his hand on his forehead, and suddenly pointed at the monsters in the air, "Are those flying monster kings hovering above our heads? Let's shoot them down and see if we can ride them."
It should be no problem for the winged demon king to carry them all the way.
Riding a demon beast is a basic exercise for the Changming Sect. The direct descendants who have never experienced it looked at each other in bewilderment, "That thing, can you ride it?"
Ye Qiao nodded: "Yes. I'll let Mu Chongxi ride it for you to see later."
Song Hansheng did not waste time, he was also worried about the situation of several elders and the sect master of Yueqing Sect. The young man drew his bow and aimed at the position of a demon king. Three moon-shaped arrows hit different targets. The moon-shaped arrows were powerful, but three arrows were not enough to shoot down the demon king.
But it was more than enough to irritate.
In an instant, the three demon kings swooped down, aimed at the humans below, and stabbed down fiercely with their sharp beaks, flashing a cold light.
"A monk who doesn't know how to live or die!"
Can speak.
That is definitely the demon king.
A second before they pierced him with their sharp beaks, Chu Xingzhi kicked him, leaving a big hole on his face. The ground was smashed through three times in a row. He himself had the dragon heritage, and the natural suppression of his blood made the Demon King tremble instead of resisting at first.
Birds are easier to deal with than other demon kings, and their weaknesses are also obvious. If you step on their sharp beaks, they will all crawl on the ground and dare not move.
The Demon King Riding is more uncontrollable than the demon beast, so Ye Qiao plans to call KFC to help.
The Phoenix, the king of birds, was suppressed by its bloodline, so the demon king didn't have the courage to bite back on the road.
The growth rate of the phoenix depends on Ye Qiao's feeding speed and the efficiency of her breakthrough. After Ye Qiao reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage, the size of the phoenix also increased by nearly one circle.
Ming Xuan's eyes were full of stars: "Let's admire the enlarged KFC."
The bigger the Kentucky Chicken grew, the more it looked like the legendary phoenix. When it was released, a direct descendant immediately exclaimed: "Did you, the Changming Sect, really hide the phoenix?"
"What phoenix are you hiding? I told you this is KFC!" Mingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to them and turned over and jumped on.
Thanks to Ye Qiao's unique naming ability, anyone who questioned whether Chang Mingzong secretly kept the phoenix was blocked by them with the word "chicken".
"Come up, come up."
Zhou Yize: "You still let Phoenix pull the cart?"
Zhou Xingyun slapped him and said in a weak voice, "I already said it's a chicken. Shut up!"
…
A rope tied up the three demon kings behind it, with KFC flying in the front. It was also very angry. Not only was it called out by Ye Qiao to do hard labor, but it also went hungry every day. Ye Qiao had no money to feed it!
One phoenix was very large, with ropes hanging from its body and three birds dragging along it as it flew madly forward. From a distance, it looked like a mutated four-headed bird.
One can imagine how much psychological trauma this caused to a group of confused monks.
"What is that?"
"Oh my god, a big bird with three heads!!"
"It doesn't look like there are three heads, it looks like a bird with three bodies and three heads connected together!"
"What kind of method is this sent by the demon race? Is this race recorded in the Book of Strange Beasts?"
"No, maybe it's a mutant bird."
"That aura is a bit like that of a demon king...?"
The sight of it swooping down from afar gave people an intense feeling of fear. The monks had already been mentally broken after defending the border cities time and time again, and suddenly seeing such a huge monster flying towards them at a constant speed from afar made them almost drop their weapons and their legs went weak on the spot.
Xie Chuxue, who was driven outside by Qin Fanfan to get some fresh air, paused for a moment while lying on the ground, straightened up, narrowed his eyes, and said with rare certainty: "No. That's not the Demon King." He had dealt with the Demon King many times, and the Demon King definitely did not have such a strong pressure.
Not the Demon King?
Then this kind of behemoth is even more terrifying.
"Then... that is the Demon King?"
Demon King?
Xie Chuxue stood up, his expression slightly tense. The talisman in his hand couldn't help but tighten a little bit. He pinched too hard and his palm was bleeding. He controlled his pounding heart and stared at the air. Demon King?
He didn't remember it appearing.
If it was at the Demon King level, using spiritual sense to explore would only backfire. Xie Chuxue took a step forward, slowly suppressing all his emotions, with obscurity in his eyes. What went wrong?
Is it Yun Que? Or is the demon clan doing something?
An unidentified object appeared in the air, shocking all the monks so much that they all grabbed their weapons and equipment to resist and stop it.
For a moment, the few people who were originally sleeping on the back of the phoenix were ruthlessly bombarded by magic weapons and talismans.
Fortunately, there were many talisman and weapon cultivators on the mounts, who were able to block the attack with just a flick of their fingers, thus avoiding the tragedy of being blown away by their own people in their sleep.
Mu Chongxi sat up in shock from his dying illness, eyes wide open: "Who? Who attacked us?"
Ye Qiao motioned for him to look down.
I saw a group of monks standing in a row, some holding talismans and some holding swords, ready to fight. They looked like they were ready to kill them as soon as they came down.
"Why did they beat us?"
Mu Chongxi felt so wronged.
Not only were they not warmly welcomed, but a group of monks actually attacked them.
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