Too much thought does not mean anything. It is entangled that one is a beast or a human is meaningless for a figure living alone in the secret realm of Kunlun.

Although the peace of life alone over the years has been suddenly broken by outsiders' visits, which has caused a little panic in his heart, it is also very clear that the other party may be the owner and he is just a tenant.

"Whether they are the remnants of the fairy world or the existence on the other end of the black giant cave, what they want is nothing more than the resources in this 'Kunlun Secret Realm' - or the passages between the two realms themselves."

Staying next to the birth of the most familiar and subconsciously attached to it, it feels that its mind gradually breaks out from the dark memories of two different sources. There is a wise light of inspiration in its golden eyes, and its expression is no longer confused: "The things that kill each other in the same race often happen, whether humans or beasts, it does not matter which side I am from, what is important is whether I have value."

The memories inherited in the bloodline also have wisdom, which makes people have basic thinking and logical abilities even without the guidance of others. This is also an important method for monsters to maintain the "consensus" within the clan.

Even if two different memories and inheritances often conflict, the only point of enhancing one's own strength will not change: "The value of life comes from strength. As long as I can guarantee my own strength, my existence will have value."

Thinking of this, the figure was backed by a huge blue bead, and a warm force was being conveyed from the spine, allowing it to be easily transformed into its own use.

The figure knew very well that the essence of this pure green glass bead condensed and transformed into it. The damage of the bead was precisely because of his birth that consumed a lot of essence.

The former owner of this pearl, the demon god who formed this huge bird mountain, has many names in the inheritance of his bloodline, but its most famous name is the "Golden-winged Bird of the Great Pluto".

Also known as ‘Galaro’.

Garulo. This is also the name it chose for itself.

Since the birth of Garuda, it has been with a bead on its back and survived for the first three years without food.

As soon as it was born, Garuda could feel the ubiquitous but thin air around it. In the ignorant year, it could control them to play and tie them into various shapes.

When it was three years old, its instinct allowed it to fly in mid-air with its spiritual energy. At that time, it seemed as if the wind in the atmosphere of heaven and earth was helping it, and since then, it gained the power of free movement.

At the age of eight, with the help of the pure green orb, it broke a layer of barriers, and the heart gradually turned into pure green like the orb under the influence of the orb's spiritual energy.

Until today, with the help of the power of the orb and the increasingly rich spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, Garuda's whole body turned into golden bones, and its power grew to an unimaginable level. In recent years, it has naturally turned into human forms and picked next to the huge lake named Yaochi. Those wild peaches were eaten to accelerate their own practice.

Feeling the power and talent that even the voice on the other end of the black cave could not help but admire, Garuda slowly stood up, and it sorted out its thoughts and thoughts, as well as its next plan: "The black cave cannot be believed in everything. According to their statements, the immortal gods and their descendants are all cruel, greedy, and omnipresent monsters - they said it too exaggeratedly and fakely, just like Taotie, and they are lies at first glance."

"And according to my inheritance memory, those monsters and giant beasts are also as fierce as they are, and the sounds at the other end of the black hole are no exception. Everyone is living creatures, and there is no essential difference at all."

"I want to use the power of the giant cave, but I also want to find an opportunity to contact the remnants, see what their attitude towards me, and whether I know my true origin."

Thinking of this, Garulo made up his mind: "There is not much time, and my wisdom awakened too late... I will do it like this."

"Look for an opportunity, I want to contact the descendants of those immortals and gods."

And deep in the dilapidated palace, the dark cave seal is located.

There was a noisy sound in the black cave under the seal, which was the staggered thoughts were fluctuating.

"Galaro does not believe us completely. So far, he has not even tried to open the seal. Even if he summons the power of my world, he only summons some weak subordinate races over and never tries to summon any slightly stronger beings."

"It's normal. Neither the natural divine birds nor the human demon gods are easy to meet. Their power and the memories in our bloodline are still very clear, so we can't underestimate any of them."

"What if Garulo was unwilling to turn to us from beginning to end? Although he was very wary of humanity, he was also wary of us."

"If the divine bird is willing to join us, then there will be one more sacred bloodline in the clan, but if it is not willing, it is a pity... After all, all we want is it. It is just the countless bloodlines hidden in the Kunlun Secret Realm."

Earth, around Kunlun Mountains.

The night is already deep, and the moonlight is shrouded in the thicker clouds. In the quiet night sky, there is only heavy snow falling. The wind blows by, blowing through the forage grass that rises and falls on the plateau, and is cold and cold.

The northwest plateau is a nomadic yak pasture. The tent in the snowy night has just turned off the lights. The gray-haired old man coaxed his young grandson to sleep, but he has no sleepiness. Instead, he walked out of the tent and looked at the pasture that was urgently covered and protected from snow and cold in front of him, smoking a cigarette.

An old man named Bala left his hometown when he was young and took his young children to big cities to work hard to develop, laying a little foundation.

But when his children became adults and gained a foothold in big cities, he followed the national policy and returned to his hometown with a large sum of funds, received subsidies, and opened such a yak ranch.

Now, more than ten years have passed, the past is not very large and has hired some helpers from his hometown. Now, the production of yak milk and beef alone is enough to continue the pasture, to support the old age and spend your old age.

Originally, it was almost winter, and Bala wanted to transfer from the summer and autumn pastures to the winter and spring pastures, but because recently, a large group of people have come to build camps in the mountains. It is said that they are observing the ups and downs of spiritual energy. The surrounding labor force has been hired to help, resulting in the transfer process being delayed again and again.

"Oh, the spiritual energy has revived, and people have grown old, but such a big change has occurred."

Even though he lived in the mountains in his later years, the plateau was not without signals. Bala still maintained the habit of watching the news every day, so he naturally knew what the revival of spiritual energy was. He smoked cigarettes and was full of distress: "The grandson is almost the age of kindergarten. The college here in his hometown is not very good. It seems that he has to sell some yaks and send him to a big city to study and practice."

"But the snow fell so heavily this year and it was so urgent. I had a day off today and there was no time to transfer the pasture. There was not enough grass in this place and I was about to finish it."

For nomadic pastures, the consequences of not being able to transfer the pasture in time are very serious. Animals with insufficient food will lose weight and no longer produce milk, and their asset value will greatly shrink.

These are actually trivial matters, but what makes Bala even more worried is that the heavy snow this time is abnormal and it seems that it will continue to fall. Although the yaks are resistant to cold, they have not yet had time to make corresponding preparations. If the snow continues to stop, I don’t know how many deaths will be.

After years of hard work, I feel distressed!

The heavy snow is not tampered with people's hearts, at least not now. After so many years of exploring, Bala naturally understands this truth. He smokes and suppresses the anxiety in his heart.

But suddenly, he heard a gust of wind blew not far away and a yak wail.

The sound was very loud, like a yak killing a pig - this sound of a yak. ​​This immediately shocked Bala, subconsciously trying to extinguish the smoke in his hand, and then took out a flashlight from his waist to see the situation.

However, before he could start to act, an invisible tremor and oppression spread from his soul, making it difficult for him to move, and even breathe heavily.

Spiritual Pressure... It is introduced on TV station, the spiritual pressure of dangerous and abnormal creatures!

The old man held his breath, retracted back to the tent bit by bit, then narrowed his eyes and looked cautiously in the direction where the sound came.

Then, he held back the exclamation he wanted to make.

Because, in the wind and snow, there was a huge golden eagle, who was shattering the yak's head with one claw, and was cutting open the abdomen of the yak and eating the internal organs.

The average golden eagle is usually only about two meters away. Not to mention killing cattle, even antelope cannot be killed. When hunting on weekdays, at most, it can kill plateau wolves and some other small animals.

But this golden eagle is a bit too big. Its wings spread out at least seven meters upwards, and its height is almost one floor high, and its wings are as bright as gold - but this gold is not just gorgeous, you can feel it from it. The golden light is flashing with a hard metallic cold light.

The huge golden eagle came with a gust of wind. Its eyes flashed with dark red color, and its developed muscles were agitated. The two claws smashed the yak's skull and spine respectively, and then they leaned over and ate it easily. The other yaks around them didn't even dare to move. Except for the one who was killed, they didn't even dare to make a sound, so they could only lie down and let the other party hunt them as food, and give their flesh and blood.

"What kind of monster is this..."

There has always been a custom of worshiping golden eagles on the plateau. This is a sacred bird on the plateau. But the golden eagle that Bala knew is different from the huge strange bird in front of her. At least the golden eagle is not really golden. You can see the monster bird's giant beak open and closed, and when it swung its head, it will directly pull out the yak's spine with flesh and blood, then suck the bone marrow.

Such power is meaningless even if you hide in a stone house.

At this moment, the huge golden eagle's eyes turned, looked at the area where the old man was in, and looked at him. At the moment when he looked at the golden eagle, an extreme, soul-invading fear came to him. Bala could only force himself to move with his tenacious spirit, limped behind the tent, and shivered like an ostrich.

Fortunately, the golden eagle didn't seem to care about the bara, which looked like there was not much meat. How could humans with bones and teeth taste better than cows? Humans should be modest in this regard. It continued to bow their heads and eat their own "prey" quietly, and one seemed not enough. After eating one yak, it killed another yak and continued to eat it.

"No, you can't just wait for it to be full. If it gets used to it, it will come to eat every day in the future!"

"The future tuition fees for grandson will be all over these cows!"

Thinking of this, perhaps because of his own property, or perhaps finally recovering from the spiritual pressure, Old Man Bala plucked up some courage in his heart. He trembled and took out his own put away, and then entered a number - in recent times, he came to warn his official staff of emergency distress signals.

Five minutes later.

Accompanied by the rapid agitation, the golden eagle roared at a speed of nearly 300 kilometers per hour. The rare golden eagle raised its head vigilantly and looked at the "steel similar" that was approaching rapidly in the sky. It flapped its wings and jumped straight up at a starting speed of nearly 50 meters per second, making a shrill cry, as if intending to declare that this was its territory.

It's really strong.

So, what greeted it was a blinding flashlight with a speed of 300,000 kilometers in seconds, a high-power sniper crossbow that flew from afar, a series of spiritual bullets and strong firepower covering it, and a muscle-strong man who jumped down from the helicopter, like an iron tower!

Buzz! At the first moment, the golden eagle was shaken by a blinding flashlight containing a strong spiritual light, and its overly sensitive eyes were shaking. The entire bird's body fell directly. The high-power crossbow arrow shot through the golden eagle's wings comparable to steel, nailing its wing bones. Although the series of firepower shots did not penetrate the golden eagle's flesh, the continuous impact was like a heavy punch, making it dizzy and unable to move.

The series of cooperation was so exquisite that the golden eagle was completely confused and had not yet begun to fight: it didn't even know who attacked it, because it was blinded from the beginning.

There is no such attack mode in nature.

And the final kill, the strong man with a shield who fell from the sky, shouted the angry slogan "Who kicked me down?", and in the response of his teammates, "You can slid your feet and don't want to rely on others!", a solid shield hit the giant beast's head, completely knocking it away, and completely shocked.

Soon, under the stunned gaze of the old man Bala of the plateau, the helicopter landed, and the other three fully armed personnel rushed out quickly. They pulled a large net with a barbarian electric shock device, tied the extremely miserable giant eagle, and tied it under the helicopter pod. One of the young young men with a smile with great affinity noticed his presence, quickly approached him, and handed out a scoring table.

"Xijing Qinxing Academy, No. 1 Emergency Response Team is here to serve you. You can use this certificate to go to the official department to apply for compensation according to the market price. Are you satisfied with this service? Please check it here for your cooperation~"

The old man Bala had no way to transition from the bloody beast set to the scene that was quite popular with the online store. Looking at the enthusiastic smile of the handsome young man in front of him, the stunned old man could only open his mouth and nodded silently. He took the pen and subconsciously put a red hook representing the full mark on all options.

The credits are obtained! The young man’s smile is even more sincere.

"The surrounding mountains are not peaceful. If possible, please do not stay around for a long time - if you are still attacked, then do not stimulate wild animals, hide, call our first aid number, and within 3 to 10 minutes, an emergency response team will inevitably arrive - remember, life is the most important."

After confirming that the score was finished, Junxiuqing let out a breath. He smiled and warned him, and then returned to the team, leaving the old man who had not yet figured out what was going on. He boarded the helicopter and dragged the shocked giant bird away.

You can still hear the complaints from the team.

"Which one of these is the first one? The birds and spirit beasts in the entire northwest plateau have come here, right?" This is the voice of a strong man like an iron tower: "I really believe in the college's words, "I can practice with peace of mind for a while," I have never been idle since the beginning of the first day, right?"

"That's the fifth one, relax your snacks, at least five credits! And these spirit beasts fly all the way to the ruins without hurting people." That was the voice of the young man: "And it's rare to catch so many spirit birds, and it can also deepen our team's cooperation ability... The most important thing is to have credits!"

The other two people in the team didn't speak, they were extremely cruel and full of temperament.

...

There was a loud noise in Kunlun Camp.

"Students have a high enthusiasm for labor and are rewarded with credits. Even if they are usually lazy, they have developed a more capable of acting than usual."

"I am so passionate about the student age. Back then, my tutor used the extra points for the exam to deceive us into voluntary work. This time it was my turn."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is called testing the mind! Can things that test the mind be called cheating people and working?"

For a moment, the camp was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Since the gap was opened in the Kunlun Secret Realm, relevant observers from the northwest region of the spiritual energy part found that all the birds of prey and spirit beasts in the northwest of Zhengguo and even the surrounding countries and regions all flew towards the Kunlun Secret Realm. At the same time, other spirit beasts are also approaching the Kunlun ruins, but they cannot fly and their maneuver power is poor, so I have not yet reached the warning range for the time being.

This is too obvious, so that the value of speculation and analysis is lost. Anyone who is not blind knows that in the Kunlun Secret Realm, there is at least one "bird-like demon god" inheritance has been activated.

"The fastest birds that come are basically golden eagles, or birds with golden wings - according to ancient books... In fact, there is no need for ancient books. Anyone who knows a little common sense can see that there should be a long-lost 'Gold-winged Roc inheritance' in the secret realm."

In the camp, Bai Canglang's tone was full of joy: "And according to other close-knit spirit beasts, there are many inheritances of demon gods in the Kunlun Secret Realm, which can be basically confirmed! The Taoist revival will be here!"

"But there are other lives inside, which is certain. Canglang, don't be happy too early." A bald old man who was already old and said slowly that he was the head of the Xuanwu family. "Think about it carefully, the inheritance has been activated to this extent. Maybe there is a living big roll golden-winged bird in it, and its strength is at least extraordinary. As for example, isn't Professor Su?"
To be continued...