Deep in the bone burial ground, a man and a demon were chasing each other for hundreds of miles. Everything they passed along the way was filled with blazing white flames, which looked like piles of white bones.
Long Wenmu avoided the flames coming from behind in a panic, and used his last remaining strength to drag his broken body to run away.
After chasing all the way, not much intact skin could be found on the body. The skin burned by the flames was red under the carbon black and looked hideous and terrifying.
His injury would be almost fatal to an ordinary person. Even the demon's recovery power would be difficult to recover from an injury of this level. Moreover, by now, the demon's demonization has almost been resolved.
It's not that he didn't think about counterattacking on the way, but the sea of fire was raging behind him, leaving him no room. He couldn't get close to the soul demon, so his methods were destined to be useless.
On the way to Dusty Valley, how could he have imagined that he would end up like this? He came here to get weapons, but in the end he was forced to struggle between life and death. There was nothing he could do. If this continued, he was destined to have no means to destroy the soul demon.
Bring the demon corpse back.
After running for a while, his strength suddenly weakened, his whole body went limp, and he almost fell from the air.
The remaining scales on his body gradually disappeared before his eyes, and the fading of the demonization also drained away his remaining physical strength.
The more powerful the moves are, the better. Powerful moves often come with a price. Although the double demonization greatly increases Long Wenmu's strength, the fade also means a more ferocious backlash.
Long Wenmu could roughly imagine that by the time the demonization was completely resolved, he would probably be at the end of his rope.
The speed has obviously slowed down a lot, and every breath brings hot breath into the lungs. The entire lungs are burning, making breathing difficult.
My steps became slower and slower, and I felt that running and running was becoming more and more strenuous, and my feet felt like they were made of iron.
A burst of flames came from behind. Long Wenmu dodged desperately and barely managed to escape, but was still pushed hard by Yu Wei and hit the rock wall.
Long Wenmu fell to the ground, coughed out a mouthful of blood, braced himself, and ran out again.
Above the burial ground, even Zhou BuTong and Feng Du, who were watching, could not bear to watch.
Bone hunting is a kind of test for those seeking soldiers, and the rules of Dusty Valley have always been like this. It’s just that in past tests, there has never been such a change. In the end, Long Wenmu can only be considered unlucky.
Dusty Valley has its own rules, and the sect cannot stand without rules. So even if the two of them want to help each other, they cannot break the rules easily.
Feng Du sighed slightly and couldn't help but say: "My little friend, you might as well think about why you are in the dangerous situation you are in now."
Long Wenmu's consciousness was a little cloudy as he was running away, but when he heard the voice coming from above his head, his head suddenly became clearer.
"Is it Senior Fengdu?" he tried to shout.
"Little friends need to know that the things buried in the bone ground are not resurrected from the dead, but the remaining souls supporting the bones. Since they are dead things and only act on instinct, why are they chasing you?"
Long Wenmu gritted his teeth and forced himself to run faster, while also thinking about Feng Du's words.
In fact, he was also surprised as to why this soul demon was chasing him.
When Long Wenmu first explored the bone burial ground, he encountered many dead monsters. However, those monsters were not interested in the living person Long Wenmu at all. They were completely purposeless walking corpses. Among all the monsters,
, only the soul demon is an exception.
"Since it is chasing you, there must be something attracted to you. If you abandon it, you can save your life." Feng Du's voice came down again.
After being reminded by Fengdu, Long Wenmu suddenly had some enlightenment in his heart. According to Fengdu, there is something on his body that is attracting the soul demon?
I can't figure out the complicated threads. What's on my body? After thinking about it, could it be the Source Stone?
I refined the source stone of the Soul Yuan Demon into a demon mark. This originally belonged to the Soul Yuan Demon. Could it be that the Soul Yuan Demon came here for this?
If that were the case, there would be no way for me to throw it away.
After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong. Before the Soul Yuan Demon transformed, I was also near it. It had no interest in me at all. It stands to reason that the Origin Stone would not be very attractive to it. The pursuit of myself only started after it transformed. Is it difficult?
What does it have to do with transformation?
While thinking, he ran for several miles. At a certain moment, the outline of something appeared in his mind. After thinking about it, he felt that it was very possible... Could it be that the Soul Yuan Demon was chasing him?
that!
He quickly took out a wooden box from the Qiankun Ring. Just as he took out the wooden box, he heard the roar behind him getting even more violent.
The searing heat that stung his nerves was rapidly approaching, and he jumped with all his strength, narrowly avoiding a breath.
He heard the Soul Yuan Demon roaring louder, running faster, and breathing more densely. He was basically certain that it was the thing in his hand that attracted the Soul Yuan Demon.
He opened the box and quickly took out the contents. They were two smooth black-red objects the size of plates. They were two scales!
The scales were taken out, and Feng Du's eyesight on the cliff suddenly shrank.
The roar of beasts echoing in the boneyard has never been stronger.
What Long Wenmu took out were the scales of the Heavenly Demon Jiuying!
One was the scale left by Jiuying in the ancient tomb and was used to suppress Xihe. The other was left in the ruins of the Yue family. It was used by the Black Dragon Palace to deal with Bai Lang, and was later handed over to him by Marshal Yu himself.
The two scales have been kept in the Qiankun Ring by Long Wenmu, and they have no use so far. I didn't expect that they would be related to the current disaster.
Whether it was true or not, he didn't dare to pat his chest to guarantee it. But now that the matter was at this point, there was no room for hesitation, so he threw the two scales diagonally backward with his backhand.
The moment he threw it out, he saw from the corner of his eye the huge body of the soul demon suddenly turned and chased in the direction of the scales.
Sure enough, it's because of this...
The Soul Yuan Demon chased towards the scales, and before the scales hit the ground, it opened its huge mouth and bit it down. Compared to the Soul Yuan Demon's huge size, the size of the two scales was too small, so it was swallowed without even chewing.
.
Seeing that the Soul Yuan Demon was no longer chasing him, Long Wenmu's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. Perhaps because he breathed a sigh of relief, the demonic transformation was finally uncontrolled, and boundless fatigue swept over him immediately.
His body was unstable, his strength was suddenly drained, he hit a raised rock, and fell to the ground with a groan.
He was dizzy, his whole body was weak, and it was extremely difficult to stand up again. He finally sat up and looked back, only to see that the Soul Yuan Demon chasing in the other direction was still there.
After devouring Jiu Ying's scales, the Soul Yuan Demon froze in place, motionless, like a statue.
Long Wenmu coughed violently and endured the heart-pounding pain throughout his body. He moved to the edge of a rock and sat leaning against it.
The backlash of the demonization was more serious than imagined, and it was difficult to even move my fingers. If the soul demon was still staring at me, I wouldn't even be able to escape.
His chest kept rising and falling, and he laughed bitterly...
The Soul Yuan Demon over there stood motionless, and the dragon bird bone wrapping it hung quietly. At first glance, it seemed that the crisis had been resolved...
Gradually, traces of light blue aura emerged around the Soul Yuan Demon. These auras were like countless free threads. The threads became more and more dense, filling the space. These threads intertwined to form a
Translucent cocoon.
The soul demon was wrapped in a cocoon, and its size expanded from one thousand feet to one thousand one hundred feet, and then to one thousand three hundred feet... one thousand five hundred feet... one thousand eight hundred feet... two thousand feet...
The skeleton of the dragon bird slowly merged with its body, becoming one with each other. Two huge bone wings stretched out from the back of the Soul Yuan Demon and folded down, wrapping them on both sides. Flesh and blood gradually grew out of the bone wings.
Its size exceeds 2,000 feet and is still growing, seemingly without end... This growth has reached 2,500 feet.
The Soul Yuan Demon's body shape has completely changed, now between its original appearance and that of a dragon bird. The bone wings have turned into flesh wings, like two bat wings wrapping itself into an animal egg.
The demonic energy in the bone-buried underground was originally rich, but now it was being devoured crazily by the huge cocoon, making the surrounding demonic energy become thinner.
Long Wenmu watched all this happening with a bitter look on his face, unable to do anything but watch.
On the cliff, Feng Du's old eyes were dark and helpless.
This is something no one could have imagined in advance.
I don’t know how long it took, but in the light blue cocoon, two huge wings suddenly spread out, and the bone spurs on them tore the cocoon apart. A tsunami-like wind swept through, and even the mist that had been deposited in the bone burial ground all year round was blown away.
.
The roar of the new-born giant beast shocked the world, and the entire Dusty Valley Sect could hear the beast's roar.
The fog above the burial ground was blown away, and a ray of sunlight fell from above.
The burial ground is always dark and has not been exposed to sunlight for countless years.
Under that beam of light, the giant beast stood with its head held high.
Black and blue scales covered its body. It raised its upper limbs and held its head high, as if it were a descending king.
It is no longer the desolate blood demon of the past, nor is it a half-transformed monster. It is a real desolate demon!
The dead soul demon should not have completed this transformation. It was the two scales of the sky demon that allowed it to break through that barrier.
The pair of demonic eyes of the Soul Yuan Demon were no longer dull, but actually brought a lively vitality. A magnificent will came down and fell on the Soul Yuan Demon.
In the strong wind, it flapped its wings and turned around, its eyes falling on Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu leaned against the rock and looked at it, his mouth opening silently...
Because just now, he actually felt a very familiar breath, a breath that he would never forget.
The Soul Yuan Demon strolled over and came closer. The giant leaned down, his head only ten feet away from Long Wenmu.
One large and one small, one demon and one demon, looked at each other ten feet apart. This silence was like the reunion of two old friends.
In the hole opened by the mist above the head, light casts down, lifting up the dusty past.
"I know it's you..." Long Wenmu looked at it and said something incomprehensible.
The giant beast looked down at him, its bloody mouth opened, and it actually uttered human words:
"The Tomb Clan was wiped out by me...but there are still some remnants..."
It sounds like a bell, and every word is like the roar of heaven.
"Those who are lingering... The sky will open... You and other human races will eventually become a thing of the past... No one can escape..."
Long Wenmu raised the corners of his cracked mouth and slowly clenched his blood-stained teeth.
He was laughing, a ferocious smile that he had never seen before.
I don't know where the strength came from, and the soul impact suddenly bloomed. The ripples hit the giant beast, causing it to roar miserably.
Regardless of whether it transforms into a wild demon, it cannot change the fact that it is a demon corpse. Even if it transforms, it is still supported by its remaining soul, and this will never change.
Immediately afterwards, the second soul impact fell on the giant beast. The giant beast raised its head and fell while struggling, and its huge body continued to roll and squirm, experiencing painful torture.
Long Wenmu wished he could take out his soul and turn it into a weapon to hit the giant beast.
He roared, roared, and roared, blood spurted out from his mouth, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.
The soul shock continues to stimulate, the third time! The fourth time! The fifth time! The sixth time...
In the endless waves, the magnificent will that descended from the sky was broken. The fog in the sky shrank, finally cutting off that beam of light.
Long Wenmu himself couldn't remember how many times he had used soul impact, until a certain moment, when the giant beast in front of him stopped moving, everything finally became peaceful.
He leaned against the rock, his head slowly hanging down, and his consciousness was swallowed up by darkness...