Chapter 182 Failure

After putting away the Tianluo Umbrella in his hand, Song Qingming stepped into the wind wall again. This time, he did not use magic tools to block in front of him. He faced the breeze and walked slowly forward step by step.

After a few steps, he gradually felt that although the wind force in front of him was gradually increasing, it was obviously much weaker than when he was wearing the Tianluo Umbrella just now.

Sure enough, using magic tools to protect himself here would also increase the range of being blown by the wind, so that the wind force he needed to withstand would naturally increase a lot, which was also the reason why the giant ape puppet could walk farther than him just now.

After walking more than ten steps, as the wind force gradually increased, Song Qingming was forced to release the Xuanguan armor in his body. This kind of protection formed by the magic power directly covering his body would not be affected here.

Facing the increasingly strong wind force in front of him, Song Qingming tried his best to maintain the Xuanguan armor on his body, one step, two steps, ten steps, twenty steps, and only the last ten steps were left.

As Song Qingming got closer and closer to the finish line, the wind he felt gradually increased to the limit that the Xuan Guang Armor could withstand. Wind blades began to cut through the protection and hurt Song Qingming's body. Soon, he had several cuts on his body.

The strong wind in front of him kept cutting the Xuan Guang Armor on Song Qingming's body, which also made his mana consumption in his body much faster. In addition, when he crossed the river blocked by poisonous fog, Song Qingming's body also inhaled some poisonous gas, which was not completely eliminated from the body. He had to use part of his mana to suppress these toxins and prevent them from entering his internal organs. Soon, Song Qingming's mana was consumed by more than half.

At this moment, Song Qingming had to take out a pill from his storage bag to help restore his mana and swallow it. He began to use his mana to activate the residual map on his chest to speed up his absorption of the surrounding spiritual energy, which slowed down the rapid loss of mana in his body. Although the residual map here can help him continue to replenish his mana, it is still much slower than the speed of his mana loss at the moment, and there is no way for him to stay here for too long.

Not only was the wind blade a threat to him, but the strong wind blowing in his face had made him feel like a thousand-pound boulder was tied to his legs, and his whole body was difficult to move forward. The remaining less than ten steps away, like the stars in the sky, always made him feel out of reach.

After about an incense stick of time, Song Qingming only insisted on walking forward two more steps. The mana in his body could no longer maintain the Xuanguan armor on his body, and finally had no choice but to retreat from the wind wall again.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingming couldn't hold on for just a dozen steps in front of him. He just walked out of the wind wall and sat down on the ground with a look of disappointment.

This level mainly tests the mana in the cultivator's body. If he is allowed to fully recover and given another chance, with the help of the incomplete map, Song Qingming still has some confidence that he can pass this level.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough time left. Just when he came out of the wind wall, a long golden streak had been drawn on the empty sky. At most, he had to go out in an incense stick of time.

"Your Highness, this kid hasn't come out yet. He won't die in there. Otherwise, I'll go in and look for him." On a yellow bald earth slope, looking at the golden crack that was still motionless not far ahead, Long Feng respectfully spoke to the Fire Phoenix in front of him.

Huo Feng shook her head and said, "It will be difficult for you to find him in a short time if you go in now. After opening the secret realm this time, it will take at least two months before it can be opened again. It is too dangerous. Let's wait a little longer!"

Not long after the two finished speaking, a black figure suddenly emerged from the crack and landed in front of them. It was Song Qingming who had just recovered some mana.

At this time, his face was a little pale, and the clothes he was wearing were covered with dust. There were more than a dozen large holes and blood stains on his body. It was obvious that he had experienced a hard battle.

Huo Feng looked at Song Qingming with surprise, and then walked forward to Song Qingming with a calm face.

Looking at the red-dressed woman who was walking in front of him, Song Qingming coughed and said, "I have found Bailing Valley, but when I found that place, the time you gave me was not enough, and I was already injured, so I didn't get through the restriction at the entrance of the valley."

Since he couldn't get the spiritual object, Song Qingming naturally couldn't deceive the other party. Anyway, he would have to face it sooner or later, so he could only bite the bullet and tell the truth directly.

Looking at Huo Feng, who had been silent and still had a cold face, Song Qingming was really tormented at the moment, not knowing how she would deal with him next.

"Have you tried the fierce wind formation at the entrance of the valley?"

After a while, a somewhat cold voice came out of Huo Feng's mouth, and it also pulled Song Qingming, who was thinking wildly, back to reality.

"Indeed, these scars on my body were left there." Song Qingming said and pointed to the place where he was cut by the wind blades.

After listening to this, Huo Feng nodded secretly, and then a smile slowly appeared on her face. She said to Long Feng beside her: "Take him back first, and we will come back here in two months."

"Your Highness, I want to ask, can you let me go back after I help you get the Fire Scale Fruit?" Song Qingming gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while, and then asked the question that had been tormenting him for many days.

Since being caught by them, Song Qingming has been thinking about how to escape from here all the time, but in the eyes of so many high-level demon kings, he really has no chance.

Now, no matter what, he has done his best to help them, and I don't know if he can get a chance to leave.

"As long as you can help me get what I want, I will send you away. Killing a small foundation-building cultivator like you has no meaning to me. Just do your job with confidence. As long as I promise you, I will definitely do it."

"Thank you, Your Highness, I will do my best to serve you."

After listening to Huo Feng's words, Song Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief. She, a demon king-like figure, should not fool a small foundation-building cultivator like him.

As soon as Song Qingming finished speaking, Long Feng had already walked up to him. With a whirlwind blowing, and after another journey in the dark, Song Qingming returned to the cave where he had been imprisoned before.