Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

Black Evil Mountain.

A Taoist priest in a black robe and cloak quietly appeared in a valley. He was short and hunchbacked, seemed to be old, and looked gloomy.

He took out a palm-sized copper bell from his storage bag, kept shaking it, and silently chanted a spell, making a crisp sound of ding-dong-dong.

After half an incense stick of time, the poisonous insects hidden under stones, dead branches and leaves, or deep underground, actually followed the guidance of the copper sound and slowly crawled out.

There were poisonous toads the size of a face plate, with colorful lumps of flesh the size of soybeans all over their bodies.

There were scorpions that were pitch black, like iron blocks, with bean-sized eyeballs like two fire drills, and there was a subtle blue light flashing between their mouths and claws, which was obviously poisonous.

There were also palm-sized black poisonous mosquitoes, with strange stripes on their bodies, densely packed, making a "buzzing" sound.

Each one was very fat, with a hideous and terrifying appearance, which was breathtaking.

Han Yin took out a small wooden tripod in a blink of an eye. It was dark yellow in color, and the carving was very fine. The wood was hard and smooth like jade, and there were faint red threads in the wood.

After lighting the spices inside, purple smoke rose up, and the fragrance was strong and spread with the wind. The poisonous insects, snakes and ants smelled it, and their movements became slow. They looked drowsy and listless.

Seeing the densely packed, hideous, and colorful poisonous insects crawling over, Han Yin showed a look of joy:

"The Shiwan Mountains are indeed a place with rich spiritual energy. No wonder these insects grow so big. Those six-winged centipedes are about to break through the second level!"

Not far away, there were several centipedes with wings on their backs. Their bodies were black, as if they were made of black iron, fierce and ferocious.

Han Yin also offered a long banner. The banner pole was made of iron, and the banner surface was dark brown. It seemed that many poisonous insects were painted with ink on it. Each posture was vivid and ready to move, and there was a momentum to break through the banner.

The cold wind made the silk banner rustle, and a strong fishy smell came from the banner, which made people want to vomit.

Han Yin picked up the bronze bell and shook it, then chanted the spell, and several black airs were separated from the long banner at the same time, like a net in the sky and the earth, and in an instant, several ferocious monsters in front of him were captured in the banner.

The monsters were floating in it, baring their teeth and claws, vivid and alive.

Just as Han Yin was refining the Ten Thousand Poison Banner, something seemed to fall from the sky.

As a cultivator in the foundation-building period, his spiritual consciousness was extremely powerful, and he quickly leaped and dodged it.

"Pop!"

A ball the size of a head fell to the ground and shattered.

Han Yin took a closer look and found that it was a bird's egg. The egg white flowed all over the ground and soon seeped into the ground, revealing the core golden yolk, which was flowing with light and dazzling.

"This is the egg of a third-level demon bird! How could it suddenly fall here?"

Han Yin was puzzled and heartbroken.

This is a rare treasure. It is a waste of natural resources to break it here.

Suddenly!

A high-pitched cry resounded throughout the valley, sharp and loud, enough to pierce gold and crack rocks, and make people's eardrums hurt.

A giant bird flew in the distance, its whole body was golden, as if it was cast from gold, and the whole body was shining with golden light.

It spread its huge wings and swooped down towards the forest, at a very fast speed, fierce and intimidating.

Han Yin looked at the broken egg in front of him, his face pale.

At this moment, he didn't care about the Ten Thousand Poison Banner that was being sacrificed. He put a high-level magic talisman on his feet and quickly walked through the deep forest.

This is a third-level demon bird!

Flying with a sword will only lead to death, but walking through the dense forest will still have a glimmer of hope.

"How come a bird egg fell from the sky out of nowhere, and it fell right in front of me!"

Han Yin had a thousand demon beasts running in his heart, and he was speechless.

What the hell is going on? It's definitely an unexpected disaster!

"Crack! Crack!"

I don't know how many towering trees were cut in half by the huge wings of the golden-feathered eagle, and branches and leaves flew everywhere, and debris flew.

It was really terrible. The golden wings were sharper than the flying sword and could destroy everything.

Just a dive destroyed a small piece of forest, and countless poisonous insects, snakes and rats fled.

Han Yin was horrified, even though he was a strong man in the middle and late stages of foundation building, powerful, and an elder of the Tianyin Sect.

But facing the giant bird in front of him, there was no possibility of parrying, and he could only run away quickly, looking for a glimmer of life.

The third-level demon beast can be said to be the overlord of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and can even match the Golden Core True Person.

The Golden-Winged Eagle's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and it was determined to kill the hateful human in front of it.

Its hooked beak was extremely sharp, and its claws were shining with a cold light, comparable to a spiritual sword. Even a top-grade defensive magic weapon like the Qinghuang Divine Wood Flag could not withstand a claw.

Seeing the third-level Golden-Winged Eagle getting closer and closer.

Han Yin's face was extremely pale. He held the storage bag in one hand and took out talismans from it with the other hand, and then threw them back quickly.

Some turned into a blazing hot flame, illuminating the sky for half a day, burning and distorting the air.

Some turned into sword energy, sharp and dazzling, crisscrossing the void, like a sword rain.

Some turned into a thick poisonous smoke, pitch black, and as sticky as oil.

...

These are all second-level spiritual talismans, with terrifying power.

But the golden-feathered eagle simply ignored the attacks from the talismans and leaped through them directly, its feathers still shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Han Yin panicked!

He took out various magical instruments, even spiritual instruments.

A two-foot-long spiritual sword that looked like autumn water and emitted green light all over the body turned into a stunning light and slashed towards the back.

But the golden-feathered eagle just stretched out its long curved beak, pecked lightly, and held the flying sword of the spiritual instrument level in its mouth.

There was only a sound of gold and jade interlacing, and the spiritual sword broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"Ah..."

The sharp claws of the golden-feathered eagle passed through the light shield formed by the heavy amulets and grabbed Han Yin, who was terrified.

Then he used his sharp beak to peck a little bit.

Finally, Han Yin's flesh, bones, and internal organs were all entered into his stomach.

At this moment, a high-pitched cry came from afar.

A giant bird flew over at a high speed, with a body length of seven or eight meters and a wingspan of fifteen meters. It was also covered with golden feathers, and the murderous aura was overwhelming!

It was also a golden-feathered eagle!

The golden-feathered eagle on the ground looked a little excited, flapping its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, and flew into the sky.

The two eagles were intimate for a while, and then they left and flew into the sky.

After a long time, a mini fighter slowly flew over from not far away.

Xia Chen jumped out of the cabin and returned to his original size.

All around him was a mess, with towering ancient trees destroyed everywhere.

There were also raging flames burning, and thick black smoke rising.

Han Yin's entire body had been swallowed by the golden-feathered eagle, leaving only a pool of blood and a few pieces of cloth on the ground.