Chapter 568: The Awakening of Innate Artifact Spirit (1)
The division of demon soldiers is the same as that of elixirs, and the same is the division standards below, middle, upper, emperor, extreme, and emperor.
It can be said that in addition to the 108 pieces in the demon weapon list, the best demon weapon is the ultimate. The three demon weapons created by Long Wenmu in the Dust Valley are integrated with the scales of the Heavenly Demon Nine Infant, and two demons are also integrated, which are even better than ordinary top demon weapons.
Long Wenmu personally experienced the power of the Dragon Bird Fire. Three demon soldiers can reproduce the Dragon Bird Fire. With this power, even if you face a powerful enemy like Feng Tianhe, you will have a fight.
The heaven and earth changed color, and the black and white colors intertwined into a huge tornado, and the surrounding mountains were razed to the ground in the aftermath.
Yelan, Mo Liusu and others were already retreating quickly, and withdrew from the storm with the defensive weapon given by Long Wenmu. On the other hand, Hua Yongzhou also retreated in shock.
He could not have thought that the kid who offended him last time could compete with Feng Tianhe head-on.
Feng Tianhe was originally a casual cultivator. It does not mean that there are no stunning and beautiful people among the casual cultivators. Like Feng Tianhe, he is a rare genius.
When Feng Tianhe was discovered in the Medicine Emperor Valley, Feng Tianhe was less than thirty years old and was already at the top-grade Heavenly Demon Master's cultivation level. After that, the Medicine Emperor Valley valued his talents, and brought him into the sect and carefully cultivated him. He spent more than twenty years to promote him to practice Taoism.
A talent like Feng Tianhe is not only among casual cultivators, but even in large sects, it is rare to see it in a thousand years.
It happened to be the Danhui Conference, Yaohuang Valley intended to use this stage to make Feng Tianhe appear. Moreover, with his power, he could also eliminate obstacles in the Danhui Conference, and it might even directly allow Yaohuang Valley to lock in the victory.
But Yaohuang Valley was definitely not expected that those who were highly anticipated by them would encounter obstacles in the second competition.
The storm was raging, and the sound of the fight inside was densely filled with drums. From a distance, cold and cold lights flew from time to time in the storm, and fists and feet were buzzing from time to time. Just staring from afar, you can imagine how intense the battle was.
Everyone's nerves are tense, and every breath seems so long.
This confrontation lasted half a stick of incense until at some point, the storm suddenly collapsed, and a figure flew backwards from inside and smashed straight onto the ground.
With the rumbling sound, everyone held their breath.
At a high altitude, Feng Tianhe's chest was fluctuating more violently than before, and he added a lot of scars on his body.
And in the thick dust on the ground, Long Wenmu staggered with the Yang-Devouring Knife.
Long Wenmu used his sleeve to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he was also very embarrassed, with blood marks everywhere on his body.
In the confrontation just now, Feng Tianhe clearly gained the upper hand.
There is no way to do this. In Long Wenmu's expectation, he could not have been Feng Tianhe's opponent. The gap in cultivation was too huge. Even with the help of demon soldiers, it would be difficult to smooth out the gap between each other's strength.
Long Wenmu rubbed two hands on his chest and let out a heavy breath of turbid air. He slowly soared into the air again with the Yang-Devouring Sword, and stopped at the level of Feng Tianhe.
"I am very hard!" Feng Tianhe turned his palms over. He knew that he had not brought heavy damage to Long Wenmu just now.
After a while of fighting, he had already understood. Long Wenmu did not hide his cultivation, because even when the battle was most intense, his cultivation fluctuations were still at the same level. In other words, Long Wenmu fought with a very low level of cultivation and competed with him for half a stick of incense.
Even with the blessing of demon soldiers, this is hard to imagine. In the past, if someone told me such a thing, I would probably treat it as a joke if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Long Wenmu breathed deeply: "Brother Feng is merciful. Although you are fierce and evil, you can't tell that you are still a good person."
Good man? Show mercy? Feng Tianhe had blue veins on his forehead, his fists clenched, and his joints exploded. This little brat dared to scold himself for being powerless? He simply didn't know how to live or die!
But then again, he had to admit that Long Wenmu was much more difficult than Feng Song and the other two. He thought he could easily win, but it was actually delayed until this time.
He looked back at Hua Yongzhou in the distance and saw Hua Yongzhou's displeasure, knowing that continuing to drag on might not be a solution.
Hua Yongzhou insisted on taking revenge on Long Wenmu. If he couldn't take Long Wenmu today, Hua Yongzhou would definitely not spare him after he went back. Moreover, if he failed, his status in the Yaohuang Valley would probably plummet in the future.
Besides, he didn't like Long Wenmu's sarcastic face.
Therefore, he did not wait any longer, but just snorted all his life, carrying the might of heaven, and rushed forward again.
The opposite side was fierce, and Long Wenmu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost instinctively waved the Yang-Devouring Sword, slashing out a sharp sword light.
The white fire was scorching the sky, but the Fengtianhe was like a sharp arrow piercing through and punched Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu retreated and placed the Yang-Devouring Sword in front of him, but when the two collided, they were still blown away by the force of fists.
He flew backwards and blood, his chest was extremely dull, and he couldn't help but groan.
This punch was more fierce than any previous punch. How could Long Wenmu not know that Feng Tianhe had never used all his strength just now.
This monster! Long Wenmu cursed in his heart. The power of practicing Taoism was indeed beyond imagination.
Feng Tianhe rushed towards him in the dark mist, and Long Wenmu could only keep retreating and widening the distance, but this distance was still being shortened.
Every time Feng Tianhe catches up, the two of them will fight a few moves, and without exception, Long Wenmu is at a disadvantage.
The two of them retreated and chased each other, and the battlefield gradually moved away. At the speed of the two of them, there were only two small black dots that were constantly colliding in the horizon.
It was not until both figures disappeared completely from their sight that Mo Liusu breathed out.
The development of things was indeed the same as Long Wenmu expected...
Previously, Long Wenmu's demonic power sent a message to them, and then he talked about the current situation and explained what to do next.
Mo Liusu winked like Feng Hansheng.
"What the one who just now is..." Feng Hansheng was still guessing Long Wenmu's identity. After all, the contrast between the strength Long Wenmu showed and his own cultivation level was too great, which made Feng Hansheng puzzled.
"I'll talk about these things later, hurry up." Mo Liusu reminded.
Feng Hansheng also understood that it was not the time to delay, so he quickly took out a few pills from his body and handed them to Li Yousheng beside him. Mo Liusu also took out the pills for Feng Song.
The Tianxiang Qiankun Picture was subjected to some kind of ban. People in it could not take out the herbs brought in from the outside world, but they were not blocked such as objects or ready-made elixirs.
Whether Mo Liusu or Feng Hansheng are all people who practice alchemy all year round, they will always be equipped with a few high-quality healing pills.
What they took out at this moment were top-grade healing pills, which were much better than ordinary healing pills.
Originally used to deal with emergencies, but now I don’t have the time to pay attention to it.
Li Yousheng and Feng Song both silently took the healing pill and seized the time to adjust their breathing. Long Wenmu didn't know how long it would be to restrain him, but now he is racing against time.
Feng Hansheng and Mo Liusu took the time to secretly look at Hua Yongzhou not far away. Hua Yongzhou seemed to feel some kind of bad gaze, and couldn't help but tremble...
A war is still taking place in a certain place in the canyon.
Mountains collapsed one after another, and cracks were torn open on the ground. Long Wenmu and Feng Tianhe continued to confront each other and moved their positions.
Minyue Lun slashed over, Feng Tianhe blasted it away with a palm, and then a pale sword light came into his eyes.
Long Wenmu's sword went straight in, forcing Feng Tianhe to take a few steps back. Facing Long Wenmu, even Feng Tianhe did not dare to take the moves completely.
The more he fought, the more frightened Feng Tianhe was. It has been a while since he fought with Long Wenmu. He has witnessed the change in Long Wenmu's fighting style with his own eyes.
Long Wenmu is not completely limited to his own strength, various auxiliary means, utilizing the terrain and psychology. During the battle, he uses almost all the means.
If I hadn't spent years in life and death fighting, how could I have trained this kind of intuition to fight?
It is precisely because of the birth of a casual cultivator that Feng Tianhe understood what kind of terrible opponent Long Wenmu was. This kid's strength is not as strong as himself, and his cultivation is far inferior, but he cannot be careless in front of him. If he grows up one day, what kind of terrible existence would he be?
These are actually second-hand. What really surprised Feng Tianhe was beyond the power of Taoism.
Whether it is against Feng Song or Li Yousheng, he uses Taoist power to invade the opponent's body and can control the opponent at will.
But what about the boy opposite? He has been using Taoist power since the battle, but his opponent seems to be unaffected.
It would be fine if it was not affected, but this kid could use the power of Tao!
It exudes the aura of a ground demon master, exerts the strength of a top-grade heavenly demon master, and uses the power of Taoism that only cultivators have... Where did this monster come from?
Although Feng Tianhe is less than a hundred years old, he has seen and heard a lot. He has never heard of anyone who practices less than half a step in the Taoism can practice the power of enlightenment. It is simply terrifying.
Both of them have the power of Tao, so they can naturally resist the invasion of Tao, which is also a major reason why Long Wenmu can deal with Feng Tianhe. Having the power of Tao is an advantage that Feng Song and others do not have.
Long Wenmu waved the Sun-Devouring Sword and slashed at Feng Tianhe's head. Feng Tianhe could only retreat and could not directly snatch his edge. It was strange that the boy had an inexplicable pattern on his body, and his power was surprisingly great.
Feng Tianhe kicked sideways and landed on Long Wenmu's shoulder, kicking Long Wenmu straight towards a mountain down. Long Wenmu hit the cliff, and half of the mountain was collapsed.
In the gravel, Long Wenmu got up with a knife, pressed his shoulder, and spat blood at the side.
The gap is still too big. I just tried my best to deal with the other party. I really couldn't compete with myself. I just hope that Mo Liusu and the others can accomplish things.
Long Wenmu's hand holding the knife slowly exerted force...
Dongdong... Dongdong...
There is a heartbeat throbbing...
Feng Tianhe above rushed over again, and Long Wenmu gritted his teeth and controlled the Minyue Wheel and the Moon Star Sand Flying Shoot to meet the enemy.
Dongdong... Dongdong...
Feng Tianhe broke through the obstacles of the imperial weapon, rushed to Long Wenmu, and stabbed out sharp claws.
Long Wenmu raised the Yang-Devouring Sword to block the sharp claws with his blade.
Dongdong... Dongdong...
The throbbing resounded like a drum sound in Long Wenmu's mind, and each agitation perfectly matched Long Wenmu's heartbeat.
The Yang-Devouring Knife ignited the blazing flames.
Because it incorporated the demon bones of the demon dragon bird, Long Wenmu's three demon soldiers could release the pale flames of the dragon bird, and the pale bleak like snow falling in winter.
Dongdong... Dongdong...
Among the three demon soldiers, it seemed as if something was gradually waking up. It was like breaking out of the shell and slowly opening its eyes from the darkness.
Long Wenmu could clearly feel the agitation. For some reason, in such a life-and-death battle, his control over the three demon soldiers became more and more perfect. Invisibly, he gradually lost the gap between humans and demon soldiers, and the boundaries between the two became blurred, as if he was integrated with the demon soldiers.