Chapter 400 How Is This Possible?

It was a pity that he was riding a mountain goat. The horse simply couldn't jump up and down on such a rugged terrace.

"Hurry up, faster!" He Lingchuan urged the mountain goat, and he was actually very urgent. Shi Erdangjia didn't understand why, and thought he wanted to return to the team, and pointed him the way, "There is a small road there. It's a bit steep, but if you go down there, you can actually get ahead of the caravan." The winding mountain road that the escort team took almost circled Fengmo Mountain for most of the time, and the two of them were climbing the mountain like a shortcut.

But this shortcut was too difficult to walk, and a normal team couldn't choose it.

At this time, people came in from several small roads one after another, both men and women, and they were all amazed at the ancient ruins.

These were guests from other caravans who came up to visit. Everyone followed the rules and followed the established route, and they were much slower than them.

He Lingchuan had just jumped to the path into the mountain, and suddenly a whistle came from the back.

To be honest, the sound of the wind here is very varied, like wolf howling, ghost crying, tiger roaring, whistling, you can hear everything.

But the whistle behind is long and short, and the series of rapid sounds behind are obviously not natural wind sounds.

He Lingchuan's ears moved, and he looked back and saw a man standing by the crack in the ground, holding a long whistle and blowing happily.

Other whistles are short, at most an inch long. The green whistle in his hand is like a half chopstick, like bamboo but not bamboo, like jade but not jade, and there are knots on it.

And the sound he blew is actually softer and thicker than the whistle, and it is actually like a whale's cry.

This person also used his true strength to blow the whistle, so that the whistle sound can be condensed and not dispersed, and not covered by the surrounding noise.

No one can withstand the wind and frost on the top of the mountain. Everyone has a thick felt hat or scarf to cover their face, only a pair of eyes are exposed, including He Lingchuan and Shi Erdangjia.

But if this person wants to blow the whistle, he can only take off the scarf and reveal his true face.

Fu Shanyue!

Looking at the increasingly familiar face, He Lingchuan's heart suddenly shook.

This man really escaped from Fufeng City in one piece, and continued to carry out his mission without giving up.

But the envoy of Shanyu Country was clearly returning to the country in the east, why didn't Fu Shanyue chase him, but followed him here?

Could it be that his goal has changed?

Fu Shanyue blew the whistle while looking up and looking around, his eyes turned red.

Although his behavior was strange, other tourists would not stop him. Only one person said dissatisfiedly: "Keep the sound down, don't trigger an avalanche!"

Only He Lingchuan looked around. He was about to jump onto the stone platform path, but suddenly turned the sheep's head and made it jump directly into a deep groove on the side of the mountain.

The mountain wall is full of such grooves eroded by wind and snow. The big ones can accommodate houses, and the small ones can only fit a squirrel.

This is a dead hole, and there is no passage behind it.

There seem to be three big characters engraved on the rock wall, which need to be carefully identified.

Shi Er, the second leader, was puzzled: "Brother He, what are you doing?" Aren't we going down the mountain?

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the belly of the mountain, like a beast trapped in a den and unable to get out, full of irritability and anger, so the sound was as loud as thunder.

The most important thing is that this sound came from the crack in the ground!

It was as if a monster was about to jump out from it.

The guy blowing the whistle was also retreating, all the way to the mountain wall, but the whistle did not stop.

At this time, there was a young man in his early twenties standing at the exit of the crack in the ground, teasing his companions: "Oh, what are you afraid of? The wind demon was killed by the treasure tree king a long time ago. This noise is just groundless!"

As soon as the words came out, a violent wind blew out of the crack in the ground with a "woola" sound!

The people standing at the crack were all blown away without exception. The one who just made fun of it was the most unlucky. He was actually lifted up by the strong wind and directly pushed into the sky.

He Lingchuan used his hands to build a shed. It was estimated that the height he flew up was at least ten... no, seventeen or eighteen feet.

Well, falling down would only lead to death.

The strong wind that rushed out of the cracks in the ground did not go out along the hole groove as usual, but echoed in this circular mountain belly in circles. With each circle, the wind force increased a little, and the whistling sound of the wind also increased a little, but the "volume" of the wind seemed to shrink.

The dozen tourists who went up the mountain for sightseeing were also unlucky and were swept in at once. With them as a reference, He Lingchuan could see that the radius of their rotation was getting smaller and smaller.

At the same time, the gravel, mud, sand, and snow everywhere were also sucked in and mixed together.

These people could scream a few times at the beginning, but later they were directly hit and unconscious.

With these debris coloring, He Lingchuan finally saw the appearance of the "wind":

A standard tornado, big on the top and small on the bottom.

The two black masses at the top looked like eyes.

He Lingchuan and the mountain goats all stood against the deep wall of the mountain. Such a strong wind could not blow them away.

The only person still standing in the field was the whistle player. The tornado seemed to avoid him on purpose.

"This, this is the Wind Demon?" Shi Erdangjia was so shocked that his eyes were straight. After a few breaths, he suddenly shouted, "How is this possible!"

This road has been safe for hundreds of years, and he himself has walked it several times. How come he suddenly encountered the Wind Demon this time?

Is this a ghost!

Wasn't the Wind Demon killed by the Treasure Tree King?

He hurriedly asked He Lingchuan: "Brother He, how did you know that this thing was going to come out?"

But He Lingchuan turned a deaf ear to him and instead carefully observed something:

A Wind Lion God sculpture.

Yes, there are also two Wind Lion Gods in this groove, one on each side. The one on the left is one person tall, and the one on the right is three feet tall.

He Lingchuan stared at the back of Feng Shiye with wide eyes, and asked a puzzling question at the same time: "There is no wind in this groove, why?"

In order to avoid being blown away, he hid the mountain goat deep inside. But there was no wind standing here, as if the tornado selectively ignored this groove.

Just now he walked a few steps outside, and at most he only felt a breeze on his face, as if he was in two different worlds from the doomsday scene outside.

The second leader Shi was still in shock, and he repeated blankly: "Why?"

In the face of the horrifying scene, did Brother He still pay attention to such details?

He also turned to He Lingchuan and saw that the snow on Feng Shiye's back was wiped off, revealing fine lines.

Is there a formation behind the sculpture?

"Maybe it's because of them." He Lingchuan pointed down casually, "Look at the terraces below, where there are wind lions, which one is damaged?"

Shi Erdangjia subconsciously lowered his head and saw that the terraces with wind lions were still covered with thick snow and were not sucked into the tornado; and the places without wind lions were as if they had just been vacuumed, clean and tidy.

Yes, yes, the role of wind lions is to ward off wind and suppress evil spirits!

No wonder Piaomiao Sect placed wind lions everywhere in its territory, it turned out to be used to ward off wind demons.

"These sculptures are carefully refined and then engraved with formations. They are not ordinary goods." He Lingchuan took a rough look at the formations and felt relieved.

There are many formation diagrams hidden in the Wenxuan Pavilion of Panlong City, especially more battle formations, and he has also read them a lot.

Even if he can't master them, at least it's not a problem to identify the authenticity.

He took another look at Fu Shanyue and found that this man was indeed standing around the wind lion. Even when he faced the wind demon just now, he just fluttered his clothes.

At this time, the tornado in the belly of the mountain was getting smaller and smaller.

However, this shrinkage did not make people feel at ease. Instead, it was like compressing a balloon to the limit, and it would explode when it reached the critical point.

When the radius of the wind circle was only three meters, the tornado roared loudly.

The sky seemed to be in sympathy. It was originally a clear sky, but suddenly there were thunders, and a large group of dark clouds floated from nowhere, quickly blocking the bright sun.

The sky suddenly became dark, and the dark clouds pressed down on the city.

Fu Shanyue had already climbed to a high place, and at this time he stretched out his hand and pointed at the guards on the opposite mountain road.

This action was murderous.

As if receiving a killing order, the tornado roared out of the golden top of Fengmo Mountain and rushed all the way to the opposite side!

Shi Er, the second leader, shouted: "Is this man crazy? He actually summoned the wind demon to attack the guards!"

"No, he is here to kill people!" Fu Shanyue always does things with a purpose. I wonder what he has chosen for the guards this time. Is he also coveting the spiritual seed of the treasure tree king?

He Lingchuan grabbed the ice and snow from the ground and rubbed it on the inscriptions on the rock wall.

The white snow fell into the inscriptions, and he finally saw the stone inscriptions in the ancient immortal language:

Feng Boyan.

Shi Er, the second leader, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly bowed to He Lingchuan: "Thank you brother He for reminding me, otherwise the caravan would be finished!"

Now he also saw that the guards were the target of this whistleblower. Fortunately, he listened to He Lingchuan's words and let the Shimen caravan lag behind the guards for more than ten miles, so that they could avoid the disaster.

This caravan is the hard work of his two brothers for half a lifetime. If it is destroyed by the wind demon, it will really hurt the vitality.

My noble man, this is really a noble help.

"It should be." He Lingchuan smiled and stretched his legs to carry a stone tile down the mountain.

He had good footwork and good aim. The stone tile rolled repeatedly between the terraces, getting faster and faster, and finally fell into the long crack in the ground.

The stone tile entered the crack in the ground, just like a piece of wood falling into the water. It dangled in the air for a long time under He Lingchuan's eyes, and suddenly floated up again.

This is what Shi Erdangjia said before, the wonder of "falling objects do not sink" in the crack in the ground.

The strong wind from the ground will blow the objects that fall into the crack upwards.

In other words, the abnormality of the crack in the ground before was all due to the wind demon?

What was this guy doing in there, ambushing and charging?

The whistle was blown by Fu Shanyue, so where did he get another wind demon?

Most importantly, why did Fu Shanyue attack the guards of the King of Treasure Trees? Can a normal person do such a thing?

He Lingchuan thought about it and did a small experiment:

He put both wind lions into the storage ring.

The strong mountain wind outside rushed in immediately, blowing mercilessly across every inch of the stone surface.

This confirmed that He Lingchuan's guess was correct, this thing can keep out the wind.

He put the wind lion back and said to Shi Erdangjia, "Stay here and don't run around." He rode on the mountain goat and went up the mountain along the cliff. On the way, he picked up a few wind lions that were nearly one person tall.

It's better to be prepared.