"Let's go, there's just a tiger and a seriously injured and dying bear. If you and I work together, it should be fine, right?"
Feng Jinghong said with a faint smile.
"Well, it turns out that uncle, you had expected that they would kill each other!"
Feng Jinghong suppressed the clouds and landed on the ground, humming in her heart: "Nonsense, do you think I am just like you, a thirteen-year-old kid?"
"This tiger will teach me how to deal with that bear!"
Feng Jinghong ducked and picked up the Demon Sword on the ground, and used the "Great Sun Demon-Destroying Sword Jue" continuously. Sure enough, the tiger was already at the end of its power and could only hold out for five seconds under Feng Jinghong's sword.
Shi immediately fell to the ground, roaring in despair.
"Jianfeng, don't you still have a high-grade sword? Do you think this tiger will do?"
"Thank you, Uncle Master, that's what I had in mind."
With two moves, the bear with red eyes in front of him was eliminated. Wan Jianfeng quickly cast a spell, sealing the tiger's blood and soul into another high-grade sword.
"Uncle Master, I will be able to help you in the future. With the two elephants working together, I am confident that I can fight in the early stages of foundation building!"
"Don't be complacent and leave quickly. Aren't you afraid of the blood of so many monsters here?"
"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go!"
Wan Jianfeng turned around and ran towards the mountain. Feng Jinghong was so angry that she shook her head secretly, flew up and grabbed him, and used somersault cloud to reach the top of the mountain in an instant.
"Uncle Master, your body skills are really..."
"Don't tell anyone about this matter, not even your master, you know?" Feng Jinghong stared at Wan Jianfeng with an envious face and said seriously!
"My nephew knows this, God knows it, and no third person will know about it!" Wan Jianfeng certainly understood the shock and jealousy that such a movement technique would bring.
"Hey, these two guys, they thought others didn't know, but I know it, right? Well, it seems like I'm not a human being, and I don't count as a third person who knows..."
The unique green grass tree that followed them swayed a few crystal leaves and said to itself.
"Don't be envious. My movement technique is unique and cannot be learned by others. But as long as you refine the pair of bat wings into a flying magic weapon, I'm afraid you won't be much different from me."
"Of course... Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Uncle Master." When Wan Jianfeng mentioned this, his face was full of pride.
"Okay, let's go. Be careful this time. If nothing can be done, we will go and join the disciples. Not only are there monsters here, but there are also many monks who are stronger than us. If we are not careful, we will die.
The end!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely listen to you this time!"
Wan Jianfeng slapped his chest and made a loud "bang bang" sound.
The trees on the top of the mountain are thicker and thicker, blocking the sky and avoiding the sun. The sunlight can hardly penetrate, making it appear dark and quiet.
Feng Jinghong and Feng Jinghong had been wandering around the top of the mountain for almost two hours. Not to mention the treasures of heaven and earth, they didn't even see a single ant.
"Uncle Master, there is no sunshine in this place, and nothing good can grow at all. Let's go to the highest mountain in the middle. Look at the lights on it, there might be good things there."
"That's the afterglow of the sun!"
"Then let's go over there and take a look. If there really isn't anything good, we'll leave right away. Anyway, you have this magical body, so we're not afraid!"
"This..." Feng Jinghong was also hesitant. The thrilling scene just now was still in his mind, but he didn't know why he felt an unusual intimacy when he looked at the mountain in the middle.
There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept urging him to come over.
If Feng Jinghong was naked at this time, he could see the small black ball hanging around his neck shining with a faint black light, looking strange and mysterious.
"Okay then, let's go directly to the top of the mountain. If there is no result, just leave this place. I always feel that there is a strange feeling here..."
Now that he had made his decision, Feng Jinghong no longer hesitated, but just in case, he still held the Demon Sword in his left hand, held Wan Jianfeng in his right hand, and jumped up to the top of the mountain in the middle.
The strange thing is that when looking at the lush and green mountain from below, there is no trace of green at the top, just a jagged and strange rock. What surprised Feng Jinghong was that there seemed to be a human-shaped stone sculpture among the strange rocks. It looked extremely desolate and desolate.
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Walking closer, Feng Jinghong realized that this three-foot-tall stone sculpture seemed not simple. It was a statue of a tall man. Even though it was made of stone, Feng Jinghong still felt the black hair on his head.
The long wind seemed to be blowing in the wind, the two sword-shaped eyebrows went deep into the temples, and the eyes were actually made of two blood-red gems. What surprised Feng Jinghong the most was that this man seemed to be looking at him and smiling faintly.
Feng Jinghong was startled. He blinked and looked carefully, but he no longer had the same feeling as before. The strange feeling about this stone statue made Feng Jinghong have the urge to turn around and run away, but his whole body did not move.
Under control, he walked behind the stone sculpture.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master...what's wrong with you?"
Wan Jianfeng watched Feng Jinghong's chest suddenly emit circles of strange black light, and then walked behind the stone sculpture with eyes blank. He couldn't help but feel horrified, and while shouting, he reached out to pull Feng Jinghong.
Boom!
As soon as Wan Jianfeng's hand touched Feng Jinghong, he was ejected by a strong force and fell heavily to the ground. He immediately got up from the ground, and when he wanted to rush over again, the stone sculpture's eyes shot out a
The bloody light covered his whole body, and Wan Jianfeng felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He blinked hard several times, fell to the ground with a plop, and fell asleep.
Behind the stone sculpture is a seemingly bottomless pool. The black pool water is like a piece of ink jade, exuding a warm and strange light. If Feng Jinghong was awake, he would definitely be attracted by the three bloody figures behind the stone sculpture.
The words are shocking: The Demonic Pond!
Feng Jinghong just lay upright in the dark pool water, and all her clothes instantly disappeared. The black ball around her neck was like a bottomless pit, and the long whale sucked the black pool water. Feng Jinghong
Black magic lines began to appear on Hong's body, changing constantly. And the whole mountain began to tremble because of the appearance of these magic lines.
After three hours, every drop of the water in the Demon Transformation Pond was absorbed by the small black ball, and the black magic patterns on Feng Jinghong's body gradually evolved into a "devil" character, floating from his body.
It came out and staggered towards his forehead. The whole mountain also trembled more violently, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
Just when the word "Devil" was about to be printed on Feng Jing's forehead, a clear light suddenly escaped from his forehead and quickly enveloped Feng Jinghong's forehead. The word "Devil" was blocked out. The word "Devil" seemed to have
Like life, I bumped into it several times unwillingly, but every time I was pushed out by the clear light. The mountain shook even more violently, and large rocks began to slide from the top of the mountain.
The word "Devil" seemed to be anxious, and it turned around in a circle and stabbed Feng Jinghong's right arm.
Om...
A loud Buddhist sound sounded, and the word "卍" in Feng Jinghong's right palm glowed with dazzling golden light, and the word "devil" was excluded again. As the golden light lit up, the entire mountain began to collapse...
The collapse of the mountain seemed to make the "Demon" character even more anxious. Like a child, it made two weird screams and shot towards Feng Jinghong's left arm. This time there was no accident, and the "Demon" character successfully
It was engraved on Feng Jinghong's left palm, and the small black ball suddenly wrapped around the Demon Sword in his left hand and flew into the stone carving's hand.
The three-foot-tall stone sculpture actually held the Demon Sword in its hand and thrust it straight into the sky. A black halo of light hung down from the Demon Sword in the hand of the stone sculpture. Suddenly, the violently shaking mountain stopped collapsing. The stone sculpture seemed to be grinning.
Then he put the Demon Sword in front of his chest, slowly dug out a blood-red stone eye, and squeezed it hard, and the blood eye instantly turned into a ball of bloody flames.
The stone sculpture gently shook his head, and put the Demon Sword in his left hand into the blood-colored flames. Suddenly, the blood flames were absorbed by the sword, and the black, red, and green lights on the sword flashed together, and the Demon Sword
It also began to become larger and smaller. This situation lasted for only ten breaths, and the Demon Sword gradually turned into a small sword about an inch long, with the entire sword body shining with a faint black light.
The stone carving turned his head and glanced at the clear and golden light shining on the unconscious Feng Jinghong. He blinked his only bloody eye, looked at another mountain, sighed softly, and raised his hand to close the other eye.
He dug it out and slapped the hilt of the Demon Sword with one palm. Then he grabbed the mountain where Feng Jinghong and the two had fought before with his big hand, and heard an angry voice.
"You devil, why did you catch me?"
"Haha, it's true that I am a demon, but how can you not be a demon? The so-called demons and demons, you see I have given up my only hope, shouldn't you also shed some blood?"
The stone sculpture spoke, but his face, filled with blood and tears, turned out to be so sad.
"I've already shown my sincerity, what else do you want?"
It turns out that the young man who was photographed by the stone sculpture was the young man who called himself Emperor Cao.
"Hmph! That doesn't count for you. If you don't want to kill me before I die, then be more conscious!" The stone sculpture snorted coldly.
"What do you want?"
The young man asked helplessly as his neck was stuck by the stone sculpture.
"Three drops!"
"Three drops of what?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he stamped his feet and shouted as if he thought of something terrible, "No way, don't expect me to give out my life essence!"
"Then I will refine your entire being into this sword!"
After the stone sculpture finished speaking, a large amount of black air began to emit from the young man's hand, slowly covering the young man's body from bottom to top.
"Okay, okay! I agree!"
"Why should I be so violent if I already know this?"
The young man glared at the stone sculpture with hatred, turned into a dark green grass, and spat out three drops of crystal clear liquid from the heart of the grass. Without saying anything, the stone sculpture dropped the three drops of liquid onto the Demon Sword. Suddenly,
The black sword body slowly turned cyan, emitting a faint cyan light.
The imperial grass that spat out three drops of liquid suddenly shriveled up a lot, and its color turned into a light green, even with a hint of yellow, looking like grass in early autumn.
"Devil, now I have to sleep for another thousand years, can you let me go?"
"Haha, go ahead... I will never see you again..."
The stone carving threw the emperor grass out, turned around and made a slit in Feng Jinghong's left palm. Immediately, the Demon Sword made a high-spirited sound like a dragon's roar and sank into Feng Jinghong's palm.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to be...cough..."
Before the stone sculpture could finish speaking, the mountain at its feet collapsed with a loud noise...