The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Chapter 42
After making up their minds, the three of them were not in a hurry to leave the center of the vortex. Instead, they stopped at a place not far from Ye Xiao, but enough to ensure safety.

Who would have thought that ever since the seniors from the various sects came to the Forest of No Return, the monks who had fled in all directions gathered together again, all with the same idea.

Chu Jinsui's smiling eyes lightly swept over the people around him: "It seems that everyone thinks the same thing."

Fang Qingya frowned: "Then we will even have to grab the soup from others."

He looked around, and sure enough, there was no group of four who had opposed them before.

But looking at the crowd around him, he added in a low voice, "It might not be possible to snatch it yet." There were more and more people here, as if they had smelled it, they came to the vicinity one by one.

Yue Bian looked at the changing situation in the distance: "Not necessarily."

There was too much commotion over there - the elders and direct disciples of several major sects fought against a night owl for such a long time, but they did not gain the upper hand, and the scene was stalemate for a while.

He said something that made Fang Qingya even more heartbroken: "Maybe there is no chance to drink soup."

"Ah?" Fang Qingya looked at the people around and asked in a low voice, "Why?" Isn't that too bad?Waiting here at risk, but nothing.

Chu Jinsui also noticed something was wrong: "Ah Yue, do you feel that Ye Xiao...isn't like an ordinary beast."

It is so smart that when faced with several attacks, it will use the attributes or methods of opposing attacks to make the attacks of a group of high-level monks mutually ineffective.

In all fairness, she had never heard that a strange beast's intelligence could be developed to such a degree, it was much smarter than many ordinary people.

Smarter than spirit beasts...

Lou Bianyue also discovered this point: "That's right, so I was thinking just now, maybe these seniors can't do anything about it."

Fang Qingya put on a bitter face: "Will there be any danger later?"

Chu Jinsui shook his head honestly: "I don't know, the probability is not high enough."

She continued to make up the knife: "And we can't leave. If we leave, there will be nothing. I have a hunch that there will be something we can't miss later."

She fixedly looked at the night owl in the sky above. Its voice was stern and melodious, and its sorrow hovered endlessly. It was extremely contagious, and made the monks standing below frowned unbearably.

It really doesn't look like a bird, it doesn't look like a strange beast, it looks like a miserable woman who is driven to a dead end.

Chu this year rarely has such an urgent intuition, except for the prophetic dream last time, it was the feeling that emerged when he saw several major sects besieging Ye Xiao this time.

It was difficult for her to describe this feeling, but she felt that Ye Xiao should not be what she saw.

It shouldn't be so embarrassing, miserable, and even bitter, this is not what it looks like.

Fang Qingya was even more heartbroken: "The mentality of a gambler is not desirable."

Chu Jinsui raised his head: "Ah Yue, do you still remember the specific description of Ye Xiao in the book you read before? Including its origin, habits and other things."

Lou Bianyue said with some regret: "Without these, what I was reading at the time was just a miscellaneous news. I only wrote about its general appearance, without such a detailed description."

Chu Jinsui wasn't surprised. She hadn't read any detailed records about Ye Xiao in Wanlezong's library, and it was the same as Ah Yue said, with only a few simple sentences.

This creature seems to have been forgotten by people a long time ago.

This is very unusual.

In this world where no one has ascended for tens of millions of years, even the ancient mythical beasts, or various immortals who only appeared in legends, have various records and even imaginary images.

The longing for the strong will make everyone fantasize and make up countless stories.

Her eyes fell on the night owl in the sky above - and such a powerful, strange, and unusual creature had only a few words left.

Lou Bianyue also understood what she meant: "It's really unusual."

Fang Qingya was at a loss, but in the next second he calmly accepted the fact that he didn't know anything. If he insisted that he was not a monk, it was normal for him not to understand.

He continued to ask with a good ability to accept in his heart: "I don't think those monks seem to be Ye Xiao's opponents..."

Chu Jinsui pursed his lips: "Even you can see that they can't deal with Ye Xiao."

Fang Qingya: "Are you praising me or hurting me?" I felt offended.

Chu Jinsui looked back innocently: "I'm saying you have keen senses."

Her gaze returned to the night owl above - it had almost been pushed to its limit.

I can see that Ye Xiao's spiritual intelligence is abnormal, which can offset their attacks. It is impossible for the high-ranking monks above to not see it.

After they discovered this, they quickly changed their strategy.

Facing their offensive, Ye Xiao began to retreat steadily, and countless huge black feathers fell from the sky, like a heavy black snowfall.

The heavy snow was accompanied by blood, and the wounds on Ye Xiao's body became more and more, blood poured down from above, and many curious monks who got closer were covered in blood.

The night owl is almost at the end of its light crossbow, it is about to die.

It opened its beak and let out a very sharp cry.

The sound has almost turned into substance, turning into sound waves that sway in the air round and round.

The forest with a radius of a hundred miles dropped countless leaves as if swept by a hurricane.

Fang Qingya squatted on the ground covering his ears in pain, blood began to bleed between his fingers.

The other monks didn't expect that Ye Xiao would suddenly make such a piercing cry, and they were all hit. For a moment, almost everyone around them covered their ears, bleeding from between their fingers in unison.

Chu Jinsui didn't react, but in the next second, a pair of warm, knuckle-boned hands covered her ears.

He covered her tightly, as if he was holding her face, and even used spiritual power in his hands, blocking out most of the outside voices.

She and the owner of the hand looked at each other, and then looked at the expressionless Yue beside the building, with blood streaming from her ears.

The night owl's voice stopped quickly, and its throat was cut by an elder of Jianzong.

Fang Qingya sat on the ground, looked around in a daze, then opened his mouth wide, and Aba pointed to his ear for a long time: "I can't hear, I'm deaf, woo woo woo."

Yuemian on the side of the building wiped the blood from his neck without changing his face, and then a small bottle of elixir appeared in his hand. He poured out a few pills and took them, and then threw the rest to Fang Qingya.

Fang Qingya took the medicine and took a few: "I'm fine, I can hear it again, hiss—"

He gasped: "But it still hurts, woo woo woo."

"boom--"

There was a loud noise from above, and the night owl's body exploded, just like countless crows and vultures provided it with spiritual power not long ago, it dispersed again, turning into countless flocks of crows.

The sacrificed are reduced to pieces.

The entire forest of no return was covered by an indescribable invisible pressure.

(End of this chapter)