The game starts with an ice dragon, and the protagonist is looking for trouble

Chapter 191

The mandrill then ordered the group to disband.

Take Ling Feng to the territory of the Golden Scale Behemoth.

Ling Feng stood on top of the mandrill's head, his hair dancing in the wind, and he looked very relaxed.

And the mandrill is very dissatisfied with Ling Feng's behavior, but what way, who calls himself weak, he can only hold his breath.

In this way, the mandrill flew unhurriedly in the air and headed to the territory of the golden-scaled behemoth.

And the golden-scaled behemoth has the terrifying strength of the early stage of the ninth-order half-saint, and is a veritable overlord of this primeval forest.

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And so, after a while.

The mandrill took Ling Feng to the outer edge of the Golden Scale Behemoth Territory.

"My lord, the rest of the way is up to you.

The mandrill looked at the lush forest in front of it, silent, but too much silence made it even more uneasy, and the scene in front of it was like a giant beast opening its blood basin and trying to devour itself, so its eyes revealed a hint of fear.

Ling Feng did not embarrass the mandrill, nodded gently, and simply responded: "Got it." After

that, he flew unhurriedly and entered the forest alone.

After watching Ling Feng leave, the mandrill sighed: "I hope it can live." With

that, he turned around and left without looking back.

In its eyes, the golden-scaled behemoth is a god-like existence, majestic and inoffensive, let alone rebellious.

If it weren't for Ling Feng's strong strength, it would have no choice, otherwise it would never have stepped into here.

At the same time, every once in a while, he would bring countless cultivation resources to supply the golden-scaled behemoth, but it was not personally sent by the mandrill, and his subordinates were usually sent in.

And the subordinates are not unlucky, if they are not careful, they will die, and it has long been commonplace, accustomed to it, and at the same time does not dare to raise any dissatisfaction.

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At the same time, Ling Feng had already arrived in the center of the territory of the Golden Scale Behemoth.

A golden-winged giant peng attacked, landed on the ground, and looked condescendingly at Ling Feng in front of him.

"You're from that race, how come I've never seen you.

"And why are you here, isn't it not time to offer?"

the golden-winged roc looked contemptuous in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

And its cultivation is at the peak of the Demon Venerable, and it is the first thug of the Golden Scale Behemoth, which can be described as a high-ranking level.

In this primeval forest, it was only afraid of two demon beasts, that is, the golden-scaled giant beast, and a ninth-order half-saint powerhouse in the distance.

Ling Feng's eyes were as calm as water, looking at the huge golden-winged peng in front of him.

He did not open his mouth to answer its question, but exuded a powerful dragon power.

Dead pressure on the Golden-winged Roc.

Under such a powerful dragon power, the Golden-winged Dapeng thundered with a loud bang and was heavily pressed to the ground, like a mess of mud.

At the same time, his body continued to tremble and rise, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

With difficulty, he asked, "Who are you, and do you know who I am, aren't you afraid that the Golden Scale Beast Lord will blame me?" After

asking three times, Ling Feng spoke: "Take me to the lair of the Golden Scale Behemoth." "

The lair of the Golden Scale Behemoth is well hidden, and with the particularity here, Ling Feng can't perceive the specific location of the Golden Scale Behemoth for a while.

And now that the Golden-winged Dapeng had just been delivered to the door, Ling Feng no longer had to look aimlessly.

"Who do you think you are, why should I take you?" "

The Golden-winged Dapeng is obsessed, and he still looks proud.

Ling Feng's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and the killing intent was pervasive: "You are asking for yourself." Saying

that, the cold qi and demonic qi on Ling Feng's body converged, forming an extremely sharp ice pick, dark in the blue.

Seeing this situation, the Golden-winged Dapeng suddenly lost his temper, and his expression became humble, after all, Ling Feng's killing intent was real, it didn't dare to gamble, and it didn't want to gamble, and its life mattered.

"I can take you to the Golden Scale Beast Lord's lair, but you have to promise me that you can't say that I brought you, and the most important point is that you can't kill me. "

The golden-scaled behemoth is now sleeping, as long as it is not close, it will not notice.

In other words, the golden-scaled giant beast, as a peerless powerhouse, will not care about some small ants, the territory is watched by the gold-winged giant peng, and the surrounding monster beasts do not dare to approach, unless they have to do so, they will enter cautiously when they want to offer.

"Okay, take me with you. Ling Feng nodded lightly and agreed.

After that, he lifted Long Wei, and the Golden-winged Dapeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly got up.

And Ling Feng didn't say a word, didn't say a word to greet, flew to the head of the golden-winged Dapeng, and sat down on his butt.

Seeing this situation, the Golden-winged Dapeng also dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, when did he suffer such grievances, this was the first time someone sat on top of its head, and finally sighed helplessly, flapped his wings, and took Ling Feng to the lair of the golden-scaled giant beast.

The Golden-winged Dapeng is also very puzzled, it can be sure that Ling Feng's cultivation definitely has the ninth-order half-saint realm, but when did this number one figure appear, did it come in from the outside?

Thinking of this, it wants to beat itself, and it has long been known that it can't hurt itself a little, all blame for the slow brain reaction at that time, and now it is obviously impossible to re-raise the conditions, and can only take one step at a time.

I hope that Ling Feng can see the face of the golden-scaled giant beast and will not do anything to himself.

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And so it went on for a while.

The Golden-winged Dapeng took Ling Feng to the periphery of the Golden Scale Behemoth's lair, and then spoke: "I can only take you here, please forgive me." Ling

Feng nodded slightly, and then jumped off the top of the Golden-winged Dapeng's head and looked at the scene in front of him.

This is a big mountain, and there is a hole at the bottom of the mountain, which exudes a strong sense of oppression and a strong aura.

"That's fine, I'll take my leave." The Golden-winged Dapeng carefully informed Ling Feng.

"Go ahead. Ling Feng replied simply, and flew towards the cave alone, his speed was unhurried, his behavior seemed to be easy, and he did not take the golden-scaled giant beast seriously.

Seeing this, the Golden-winged Dapeng hurriedly left without looking back.

Maybe when the golden-scaled giant beast gets angry and fights with that mysterious ninth-order half-saint, it will definitely affect the surroundings, or it is better to escape far away.

At the same time, he also wanted to say something, the golden-scaled giant beast questioned, and said that the mysterious ninth-order half-saint powerhouse had a very good breath, and he didn't notice its arrival, but I hope that he can fool the past when the time comes.

Thinking of this, the flight speed of the Golden-winged Dapeng was a little faster, almost desperately, as fast as lightning.

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