Old Man Wang was shocked and turned pale. He pulled out a spiritual sword and quickly slapped an amulet on himself. A burst of golden light erupted and a protective light shield protected him.
The knife knocked away a fireball, but another fireball hit him.
And the golden transmission talisman in Old Man Wang's hand came out of his hand and flew towards the North Pole quickly.
"Don't kill me, I said, I'll say anything! I'll tell you who made me do this, please don't kill me!" Old Wang was rolling and wailing as his whole body was burned by fire.
"No need, it doesn't matter who is in charge. Haven't you always wanted to know the efficacy of these two spiritual weapons of mine? Anyway, there are no monsters around here, so I would like to use you to test the efficacy of these two thorns.
I also want to know the function of my iron-winged flying snake sting." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan casually pulled out two iron-winged flying snake thorns, folded his wings, and fell to the ground. The iron-winged flying snake thorns in his hands suddenly pierced Old Wang's body shield.
In an instant, Old Man Wang's body shield was covered with mana, and mana rushed towards the iron-winged flying snake thorn crazily. He inhaled the mana in the thorn, and quickly removed the complicated symbols carved from the handle of the iron-winged flying snake.
Then the symbol was released and entered the wings!
Only then did Yuwen Zhouyuan discover that these complicated symbols had this effect.
In just a few breaths, all the mana in Old Man Wang's body had been sucked out. The protective shield had no mana to support it and automatically collapsed.
Old Man Wang was burned to ashes by the fire.
Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately put away the Iron-Winged Flying Snake Thorns and looked at the two Iron-Winged Flying Snake Thorns in his hands in surprise. These two Iron-Winged Flying Snake Thorns, instead of sucking blood, actually sucked mana! Moreover, these mana can be automatically replenished.
Among the wings, it is so wonderful!
It will save a lot of mana against the enemy in the future! Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly happy!
Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly felt fear in his heart. If he had not formed a huge blockade in the Iron Winged Flying Snake Cave to avoid close contact with the Iron Winged Flying Snake King, he would only have to be caught and bitten by the Iron Winged Flying Snake King.
If you take one sip, your mana will be sucked out on the spot.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flapped his wings suddenly, flew to a low altitude, and stared at the golden transmission note flying towards the monk city.
He thought secretly: "This is the direction of the Monk City. I'm afraid I'm asking for help from the Monk named Meng in Chengxin Pavilion. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
"Huh!" He turned around and faced the south direction and used teleport directly. Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared in an instant.
"Uncle Meng, I really had no choice but to join the monk camp this time. You have also seen that as a former disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, I don't even have a spiritual weapon to ride on, and I am even one level lower than me.
People of this level dare to disrespect me, do you think you can get Hong Liang a useful spiritual weapon?" Feng Hongliang said to the monk named Meng in the room of the weapon refiner named Meng in the Integrity Pavilion.
"Hong Liang, I'm not a friend of your master. I've watched you grow up. If you hadn't done something wrong, I don't think your master would have kicked you out. Although we are not from the same sect, but you said
Uncle Sheng shouted, but I can't ignore it. Let's do this. Recently, I really found two good spiritual weapons. When I get the news, I will get them and give them to you! But when you meet your master in the future,
Don't tell me that I gave you the noodles!" said the monk surnamed Meng.
"Hey! Thank you, uncle! Hongliang will never say anything!" Feng Hongliang's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.
At this moment, sparks flashed in the room, and a transmission note flew in.
The monk surnamed Meng raised his hand to collect the transmission talisman, and then Old Man Wang's voice came from the transmission talisman: "Master Meng, flying wings can teleport..."
When the monk surnamed Meng heard the word "teleport", his eyes flashed!
This "teleportation" is a spell that can only be cast by those who have reached the late stage of true master training. If there is a spiritual weapon with the effect of teleportation, then the ability to save one's life in a battle will be greatly improved.
"Why is it just such a sentence? Did he send it out in danger? I have to see where it is coming from!" The monk surnamed Meng frowned and raised his hand to look at the transmission note.
Then he played the formula with his hands and said in his mouth: "Return to sound positioning!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the transmission note immediately flew out of his hand, and what was even more strange was that it actually returned along the original path.
The monk surnamed Meng said to Feng Hongliang: "Hongliang is going to get the spiritual weapon with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he chased the transmission note.
After a while, the two arrived at the Gobi Desert outside the monk city. However, except for a charred corpse on the ground, there was no one else there. There were also faint fluctuations in real power left by the battle in the air!
The monk surnamed Meng stepped forward and took a look at the charred corpse, stamped his foot and said: "What a waste!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and cast a quicksand spell, burying the corpse in the desert.
"Uncle Master, where are we?" Feng Hongliang stepped forward and asked.
"I didn't expect that boy to be a decisive person in killing. No wonder he killed the second-level mutated iron-winged flying snake king. We have become enemies from today on. No one can escape in the hands of me, Meng Deli.
You are no exception!" Monk surnamed Meng gritted his teeth.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended. At this time, he was refining the two newly acquired spiritual weapons, the Wing and the Thorn, in his room. Although they were said to be spiritual weapons, they had already been introduced.
Between spiritual weapons and magical weapons, to be precise, they should be called quasi-magical weapons.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the winged spiritual weapon hanging in front of him, and kept using the magic formulas with his hands. As the true power entered one after another, the red and green colors on the winged spiritual weapon became more and more brilliant. At the same time,
Yuwen Zhouyuan's feeling of spiritual connection with the Wing Spirit Artifact became more and more obvious.
Finally, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. After the essence blood merged with the wing spirit weapon, it suddenly lit up, and then the color returned to the past. If you didn't carefully examine it, you wouldn't be able to find any changes.
But Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that after the mouthful of essence and blood spurted out, this winged spiritual weapon had completely recognized its owner, and he believed that if he used it again, he would act according to his will!
With a long breath, Yuwen Zhouyuan put away the wing spirit weapon, and then meditated to restore his power.
Half a day later, Yuwen Zhouyuan, who had recovered his power, took out the soul-absorbing thorn (named by Yuwen Zhouyuan), and then began to practice sacrifices.
After nearly an hour of sacrifice, Yuwen Zhouyuan successfully refined the soul-absorbing thorn. After briefly recovering his skills, Yuwen Zhouyuan collected the formation and walked out of the room.
Just after leaving the inner room, Yu Wen Zhouyuan found a golden Baili Telecommunication Symbol hanging in the air in the hall.
Reaching out to grab the transmission note, Nangong Dai's anxious cry for help came from inside: "Brother Yuwen, help me quickly! I'll go to the Wuyao Ridge northwest of Monk City!"
Hearing Nangong Dai's cry for help, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed and he rushed out.
Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that it had been some time since the transmission notes had been sent, and he had to rush there quickly. He had an indescribable fondness for Nangong Dai and Yuwen Zhouyuan. Maybe it was because her very sunny personality was so similar to his own.
His first love, Cheng Runa.
Thinking of Runa, his heart couldn't help but ache. After taking a deep breath to calm down, Yuwen Zhouyuan left the monk camp. In order not to attract other people's attention, he did not use the wing spirit weapon, although he wanted to use it in his heart and was very anxious to do so.
urgent!
Yuwen Zhouyuan Yufeng quickly left the city gate and found a deserted place to take out his wings. With a "pop" sound, the wings spread out behind him. Yuwen Zhouyuan used his true power and spread his wings for ten miles, rising and falling several times.
The Mist Demon Ridge appeared in his sight.
Wuyao Ridge, although it is called the Ridge, is a mountainous area with a radius of nearly ten thousand miles. As the name suggests, the entire mountainous area is shrouded in thick fog.
Because he didn't know where Nangong Dai was, or what danger she encountered, or what her condition was now, Yuwen Zhouyuan hovered in the air and thought about it.
Suddenly Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of the Baili Sound Transmission Note. Since it was a Baili Sound Transmission Note, it must be within a hundred miles! He had flown nearly a hundred miles, and it seemed that Nangong Dai should be in the mountains below!
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan fell to the ground.
The sound of fighting was heard before the people landed. Yuwen Zhouyuan followed the sound and found that there were real power fluctuations in the valley ahead, and there was also a faint sound of shouting, so he spread his wings and flew over.
When they arrived at the valley, before they could see the situation in the valley, Yuwen Zhouyuan was hit by a burst of blood and frowned.
Looking carefully, there were countless corpses of wolf-shaped monsters lying in the valley. Yuwen Zhouyuan carefully identified them and found that they were rock wolves! This rock wolf is a first-level monster with extremely low intelligence, but because it lives in groups,
And each group must have at least a hundred animals. Whether they are looking for food or fighting, these rock wolves always attack in groups, and they have a strong spirit of unity and cooperation!
Even the level 2 and level 3 demon beasts would avoid the Rock Wolf group when they saw it. It can be said that the Rock Wolf is the uncrowned king in this Mist Demon Ridge!
But so many rock wolves were killed, who did it?
Yuwen Zhouyuan thought as he rushed towards the fighting place ahead.
"Brother Yuwen!" came a weak voice.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked for the sound and found that she was covered in blood and was in a miserable state. Even the veil was splattered with blood. At this time, she was fighting Nangong Dai with Yan Lang.
Next to Nangong Dai, there were two corpses lying down. Judging from the mutilated appearance, it was the work of Yanlang.
"Dai'er, don't be afraid that I'm coming!" Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Nangong Dai covered in blood. As he spoke, he drew out the soul-absorbing thorn and rushed over.
With a loud roar of "Ouch!", two or three rock wolves rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"How dare you, you beast!" Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and swung his thorn at the charging rock wolves while shouting loudly. The two rock wolves that rushed towards them were instantly pierced by the soul-sucking thorns. The rock wolves screamed miserably.
The true power in the body quickly poured into the winged spirit weapon on Yuwen Zhouyuan's back along the soul-absorbing thorns.
In one breath, the spiritual power of the two rock wolves was sucked dry. Yuwen Zhouyuan then knocked down the other two rock wolves. In the process, he did not delay his progress. When he finished sucking the spiritual power of the rock wolves
At that time, he had already appeared beside Nangong Dai.
"Yuwen... Da... brother, thank you! It's... trouble... trouble... to trouble you!" As soon as he finished speaking, I didn't know whether it was because of excitement or tiredness, but I fainted on the spot!
"Dai'er!" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted, took out a golden bell charm from his arms and patted it on Nangong Dai, then picked her up, flapped his wings and flew to the opposite place near the cliff.