Reflect the world

Chapter 457 Meat on the chopping board (second more)
After Tang Xuanming left with the golden-winged roc for a long time, thousands of people below the mountain top erupted into deafening discussions.

Before leaving, the young man named Chi You even wrote his record-breaking message on the top of the mountain lightly.

"Chi You beheaded the golden-winged roc here."

Pure-blooded beasts have always been associated with power, horror, and fear. They have always hunted the world, perched on the mountain, and looked down on everyone.

The golden-winged roc family is even the best among them. They are born with extreme speed and feed on dragons since they were young. In various legends and even rumors, they have always been synonymous with invincibility.

But today, in the False God Realm, under the witness of thousands of people, the most outstanding genius of the Golden Winged Roc clan was defeated in a single blow, and he was carried on his back as if he were catching prey, and walked away.

That gesture, that casual and leisurely attitude, immediately detonated the entire False God Realm.

The crowd completely exploded, and even the entire False God Realm exploded because of the words Tang Xuanming left behind after breaking the record.

The barren land, in the real world, is the location of the ancient sacred mountain that always stands tall on the Diaoyutai.

Mountains one after another are connected together, majestic and majestic, the most central peak even pierces into the sky, as if it is a passage connecting the residence of the emperor of heaven and mortals.

That is the ancient sacred mountain!

Elixirs are everywhere, old medicines are fragrant, and there are even legendary Bazhen chickens walking leisurely through the mountains and forests.

The pure-blood beasts that are rare in the outside world, or even hard to see at all, walk everywhere at will.

Anyone who walks here will be shocked.

A blond-haired middle-aged man walks hastily, with some characteristics of a roc on his body. He looks like a human in appearance, but his lower body is the claw of a golden-winged roc.

This is a servant on the sacred mountain, a gold-winged roc with impure blood.

He hurriedly walked up to the top of a mountain, where his whole body was covered in gold, like a gold-winged roc standing on the top of the cliff, looking down from the sacred mountain.

Although it is completely in the shape of a beast, the eyes of the golden-winged roc are full of wisdom and majesty.

"What's the point of being so flustered, you've lost all the majesty of the sacred mountain."

He yelled softly, making the middle-aged servant lie down on the ground in horror, not daring to speak.

The actions of the middle-aged man made the golden-winged Dapeng even more disdainful. With his head held high, he still looked at Yunjuan Yunshu in front of him. He opened his mouth for the first time and dared not speak.

"What Uncle said is indeed true. Maintaining such a posture is indeed conducive to establishing dignity."

Seeing that the middle-aged servant was sweating profusely, the golden-winged roc with feathers like satin began to tremble with fear, and asked slowly, "What happened? It made you so flustered. If your answer doesn't satisfy me , then you go to the bottom of the mountain to guard the dungeon."

The middle-aged servant couldn't help trembling when he heard the word dungeon. It was the place where the holy mountain was specially used to detain prisoners.

I don't know how many cruel and terrifying people have been imprisoned in it from ancient times to the present. Some people have died, but they left behind indelible remnants, and some people are still alive today.

Any guard of the Shenshan dungeon will face the intrusion and attack of these terrifying figures. It can be said that only those who have committed major sacrifices on the Shenshan mountain will be sent to guard the dungeon.

And the guards of Shenshan Dungeon usually don't live for more than three years.

With his cultivation base, if he guards the dungeon for less than half a year, he will be eroded by the remnants of the people who died in the dungeon and die directly.

"Young... master, the second young master, the second young master was captured in the False God Realm, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"What? You bastard, such an urgent matter, why didn't you say it earlier?"

The golden-winged roc flew into a rage, and was no longer as indifferent as before. He slapped the timid servant in front of him until he vomited blood, and fluttered his wings and flew down from the bottomless cliff.

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boom!
The prototype appeared, and the golden-winged roc with a big hole in its wings was thrown to the ground by Tang Xuanming. The huge force caused a pothole to appear on the ground. Jun and Yingwu are more like a plucked rooster, withered.

Tang Xuanming didn't care about Garuda's life or death, so he slapped the Garuda's head to wake up the seriously injured Garuda, and stepped on Garuda's slender neck , forced to ask.

"Show me the treasures of the Golden Winged Roc clan."

The golden-winged roc with an extremely sluggish expression sneered, tilted his head, and ignored Tang Xuanming at all.

Tang Xuanming was not angry, but smiled, and said calmly: "It seems that I am too gentle to make you think I am a soft persimmon, so today I will come to experience the arrogance of the golden-winged roc."

The golden-winged roc sensed the crisis from Tang Xuanming's calm words, and struggled with all its strength. Unfortunately, it was no match for Tang Xuanming in its heyday, let alone when it was seriously injured.

To Tang Xuanming, the weak struggle was more like tickling.

"I know a born supreme. He has the demeanor of my family. He only cares about what is edible and how to deal with it. I agree with him very much."

The golden-winged roc looked bewildered, and then trembled violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Tang Xuanming, who was as leisurely as a chatterbox, chopped off its wings with a single knife while he was talking.

The golden-winged roc was trembling violently because of the pain, and looked at Tang Xuanming with eyes full of resentment and anger.

"As a member of the foodie empire, how can you not taste the most top-notch beasts?"

Tang Xuanming seemed to be chatting about homework, the spear made of thunder and lightning stood on the ground with his shaking hands, and he nailed the golden-winged roc there.

And he skillfully handled the one-foot-long roc wings in his hand, plucking the hair and removing the blood in one go.

"I've eaten a lot of grilled chicken wings, but I haven't tried grilled golden-winged Dapeng bird's wings yet."

Tang Xuanming skillfully raised the fire, and roasted the bird's wings under the man-eating gaze of the golden-winged roc.

The golden-winged roc was unwilling, angry, and even had a trace of hidden deep fear.

He has lived on the sacred mountain since he was a child, and he has only heard of a beast like the swallowing sparrow devouring tens of thousands of people at once, or that the real clan destroyed several tribes with one roar.

The powerful ancient relics easily ravaged the territory of the human race, slaughtering all living beings, just like crushing ants to death.

Sometimes it's not for food, or even just for games.

It's like a child pouring boiling water on an ant's nest, just for interest.

The blond boy liked that feeling, but he never thought that one day he would be hung on the barrel of a gun and cut up at will like a prey.

(End of this chapter)