Chapter 406 The Second Eating of the Divine Bone
How could Feng Mo, who had forced the Treasure Tree King to take action himself, really be restrained by a small stone pillar?
In the ancient and medieval times, Feng Shiye was like a mark, telling Feng Mo where he "should" be gentle. After all, in the former main peak of Piao Miao Sect, the spiritual medicine field located at the edge of the ground crack was more fragile than humans, and the Immortal Sect had to set rules for Feng Mo.
When Feng Mo hit Feng Shiye's barrier, he would feel a little uncomfortable, which made him unwilling to approach. It seems that the electric grid in the reserve cannot kill the lion, but it will make it painful and make it stay in its own territory.
However, "should" is not "must".
"Unwilling" does not mean "cannot".
Today, when Piao Miao Sect has disappeared, it is much easier for Feng Mo to break through Feng Shiye's restrictions than before.
He Lingchuan hooked his finger at Feng Mo.
No one can mistake the meaning of this action: Come on.
So Feng Mo rushed over.
Fighting in such a narrow place, it can actually compress all the wind force into a wind circle less than five feet, so Fu Shanyue, who was standing in the cave above, didn't even have his clothes fluttered.
But the wind circle made an ominous "sssss" sound, and each high-speed rotating strong wind in it was like a steel knife, crushing everything it touched.
It went towards He Lingchuan.
The strong airflow brought with it was even going to press him against the wall, unable to move, and accept the thousands of cuts of wind blades.
Under this kind of wind pressure, it was extremely difficult for He Lingchuan to even raise his knife against it, let alone fight.
How can people fight with the wind?
Fu Shanyue, who ran over, watched intently, fearing that he would miss any details.
This guy can't be a fool to cause him so much trouble? Most likely he has some backup plan. He had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Just as the wind demon was about to press on He Lingchuan, the man suddenly disappeared.
Disappeared out of thin air, instead of being crushed into powder.
Feng Mo put all his strength on the stone wall. As a result, this hard stone wall that had experienced countless years of wind and frost was dug out with a big hole one foot deep and three feet in diameter with a tooth-grinding "sssssss" sound!
If this hit a flesh and blood body, wouldn't it burst into a blood mist immediately?
At the same time, He Lingchuan himself appeared behind Feng Mo, which was the place where Feng Shiye was cracked!
Fu Shanyue's pupils shrank slightly: "Teleport?"
This can only be done by magical powers rather than martial arts.
Of course, He Lingchuan can't teleport, but when he put down Feng Shiye, he also quietly stuffed the ghost shadow cicada shell to the bottom of the stone sculpture. As soon as the magical power of "Li Dai Tao Jiang" was activated, he and the ghost shadow cicada shell swapped positions.
How Feng Mo showed his divine power more than a quarter of an hour ago can be proved by thousands of lives. So it is absolutely impossible for normal humans to confront the host head-on in Feng Mo's home court.
After the replacement, He Lingchuan did not run away immediately, but pointed his toes and rushed straight towards Feng Mo!
The two were only ten feet apart, and he was fast, so this distance was gone in a flash.
This made Fu Shanyue, who had been running all the way, pause. He didn't understand why this man, who had escaped with so much difficulty, turned around and came back to die.
The wind demon pounced on nothing, and was about to turn around - after all, it was not a human being, and could not move as flexibly as He Lingchuan - the enemy had already rushed from behind, and the long sword on his waist suddenly came out, and in the blink of an eye, four cuts were made!
He Lingchuan could cut off seven raindrops with one sword in Zhao Pan's front-line camp, so it was a piece of cake to make four consecutive cuts at this time.
A faint sword light lit up in the stone chamber, and all four consecutive cuts were chopped on the back of the wind demon.
Fu Shanyue frowned tightly.
People can't cut the wind, and the opponent shouldn't even have this common sense, and this guy's weapon is not attached with Yuanli. So?
The wind demon let out a deafening roar.
Fu Shanyue, who was familiar with it, was suddenly startled:
This roar was full of pain!
The parts of Feng Mo that were cut by He Lingchuan's long sword actually peeled off like real objects!
Although they disappeared in the blink of an eye, Fu Shanyue was confident that he was not wrong. Feng Mo's body was indeed cut into several pieces by a single sword!
This kid could actually cut the wind?
He Lingchuan held Fu Sheng in his hand, and the blade almost merged with himself. He felt the agility and killing power of this weapon at the same time.
When facing Feng Mo, he had an epiphany:
Fu Sheng's "breaking the void" feature is effective against Feng Mo!
It can cut all invisible and intangible things. If ghosts are "intangible", Feng Mo obviously belongs to the category of "intangible".
Feng Mo's body was only half the size of the original, and in pain, it blew a wind blade at He Lingchuan.
Although it is invisible and shadowless, it is no problem to cut flesh and bones.
He Lingchuan had foreseen this. After the four consecutive slashes, he supported himself on the ground without waiting for the wind demon to turn around. He pushed his right leg against the stone wall, and spun around, turning to the side of the wind demon like a swallow.
If you hit someone with a punch, you have to defend against a kick. This wind blade was perfectly dodged.
The wind demon had not recovered yet. He Lingchuan was afraid of its wind pressure, and he would not wait for it to return to its original state. He slashed it twice, directly slashing it into pieces!
The wind demon whistled, and its body suddenly dispersed, turning into a whirlwind that swirled around the room!
It understood that the most powerful anthropomorphic form was not very useful against this guy.
Then it dispersed back to its original form. Although the power was weaker, it must cut this guy into pieces!
The true power in He Lingchuan's dantian flowed, and he immediately supported the protective qi.
He only felt that the Gang Qi was being cut away quickly, and he didn't know how many wind knives he had been struck at. Fortunately, the power of the wind demon dispersed into a whirlwind was greatly reduced, and he attained enlightenment and advanced to a higher level in Sanxinyuan. Otherwise, he might not be able to withstand such rapid consumption.
By the way, the breast protector is also working.
When the strong wind howled in the room, the sacred bone necklace suddenly gave off a little red light.
Then, the wind blowing around He Lingchuan was sucked in by it.
What the hell is that? The wind demon did not believe in evil and stirred up the power of the wind again.
However, the sacred bone necklace absorbs as much as it gives away, and all comers are welcome.
In just about two breaths, the divine bone suddenly seemed to turn into a huge black hole, trying to swallow up the entire whirlwind!
Feng Mo tried to run away now, but it was too late.
It tried hard to escape, but could not withstand the pull of the black hole behind it and was sucked in.
Fushan Yue, who rushed to the stone room, turned pale with fright. He rushed towards He Lingchuan with his body and water thorns: "Stop!"
His shocking and angry blow was full of force, and when there was no time to strike, He Lingchuan raised the knife with his backhand.
"Dang" there was a sound of gold and iron, and both of them took two steps back.
The Divine Bone Necklace finally stopped eating and became quiet.
He Lingchuan's sharp eyes noticed that Fu Shanyue was still holding a small object in his left hand.
That's a half-hand-sized...wind lion?
At this time, what he showed would not be meaningless.
"It is the last wind demon in the world. It would be a pity to kill it." This wind demon has been following Fu Shanyue for a long time, and now he is almost heartbroken.
He Lingchuan said solemnly: "What does it have to do with me?" If you can't take care of your pet yourself, don't blame others for helping you take care of it.
Fu Shanyue pulled out the water-splitting thorn with his backhand: "Give it back to me, otherwise this will be your burial place."
He Lingchuan also raised his finger at him and said, "Get it yourself." The sacred bone necklace couldn't even spit out the food it ate.
The atmosphere in the stone chamber suddenly became tense.
But two breaths later, the sound of rocks rolling down came from outside.
I don’t know if it was blown down by the mountain wind or someone came.
Fu Shanyue's expression changed, and he suddenly lowered his thorn tip: "That's all, I'll let you go."
He Lingchuan was amused, but he didn't bother with him. He covered himself with a scarf and ran out of the stone room. He ran to the blue sheep with two vertical jumps, turned over and rode away.
The sacred bone necklace no longer glows or heats up. It is obvious that the meal just now is already enough.
Today, it ate two good things in a row.
Fu Shanyue walked out of the stone room and saw no one outside, only the sound of the wind.
He jumped down the terraces and ran to the edge of the seam in the ground, then looked at the half-human-tall little Wind Lion God in his left hand. Its carving was more exquisite than other similar ones in the heart of the mountain:
"Come out."
Several strands of mountain wind entangled together to form a pocket-sized version of the wind demon, less than three inches tall.
It turned out that the divine bone necklace had not completely absorbed it just now.
But this wind demon is only the size of a spinning top. It gathers and disperses at times, and it seems that it can't maintain its shape. It's so pitiful.
It's smaller and doesn't look so ferocious. Who could have expected that this thing would swallow countless living lives a quarter of an hour ago?
"That kid, what magic weapon did you use to trap you like this?"
Feng Mo whined and complained.
Fushan Yue listened for a while but couldn't figure out the reason. He only knew that the boy's body erupted with amazing suction force, sucking in more than half of the wind demon's origin.
If he hadn't arrived in time, the wind demon would have been eaten up by the other party.
"That's all, hurry up and rest." He pointed at the crack in the ground and said, "If you haven't killed all the guards, they will come to investigate. In a few days, everyone here will be from Baoshu Kingdom."
The wind demon immediately got into the cracks in the ground and disappeared with a hiss.
From now on, it will go into hibernation, replenishing itself with wind energy from underground. As long as it eats the Ziwu Kamikaze once or twice, it will be able to relax.
Fu Shanyue took out the wooden bottle and looked at it twice, his face looking thoughtful.
Why did this guy throw back the dragon marrow?
Why do you laugh so weirdly?
Did they throw it back because they thought it was worthless? In other words, he was pretty sure what this was?
Fu Shanyue silently put away the bottle and went to find a stone room on the opposite side of the mountain road to meditate.
In this way, whenever someone enters the heart of Fengmo Mountain, he can see it immediately.
He has to protect the wind demon.
A raptor flew in mid-air, and Fu Shanyue immediately hid deep in the stone chamber.
…
When He Lingchuan caught up with the caravan, Master Shi Er was directing his men to clean up the wreckage left by the convoy.
He Lingchuan nodded and said, "The second master is a man of justice."
Head Shi Er is actually a little worried: "Brother He, are you sure the wind demon won't come out again?" There is no cover or block on the road, and the escort team cannot withstand the attack of the wind demon. If this thing comes back, their little caravan will Weren't you blown away as soon as we met?
He Lingchuan did not mention what happened in the Xianzong ruins, but only comforted him: "It only attacks its enemies. It was also seriously injured and should not come out in a short time."