After the Fairy Disappeared

  How could Feng Mo, who once forced King Baoshu to do it himself, be restrained by a small stone pier?

In the ancient and middle ages, the Wind Lion Lord was like a sign, telling the wind demon where to "should" be light-hearted. After all, in the former Misty Suzerain Peak, the elixir fields on the edge of the ground were weaker than humans, and Xianzong wanted to give Feng Mo made good rules.

  When Fengmo bumped into the enchantment of Fengshiye, he still felt a little uncomfortable, which made him not willing to approach. It seems that the power grid in the reserve can't kill the lion, but it will make it hurt, so that it can only stay in its own territory.

  However, "should" is not "must".

  “Unwilling” does not mean “cannot”.

  In today when Piao Miao Sect has disappeared, it is much easier for Feng Mo to break through the restrictions of Feng Shi Lord than before.

  He Lingchuan hooked his finger at Feng Mo.

  No one can mistake the meaning of this action: let the horse come over.

  So Feng Mo rushed over.

  In such a narrow place, it was able to compress all the wind force into a wind circle less than five feet away, so Fu Shanyue standing in the cave above didn't even flutter his clothes.

  But the wind circle made an ominous sound of "噗噗". Every high-speed rotating wind in it is like a steel knife, smashing everything it touches.

   It headed towards He Lingchuan.

  The strong airflow brought with him even pressed him against the wall, unable to move, and he was cut by the wind blade.

  Under this kind of wind pressure, it was extremely difficult for He Lingchuan to even raise his knife to face it, let alone fight it.

  How do people follow suit?

  Even the rushing Fushan Yue became nervous, ready to provide immediate support.

  Can cause him so much trouble, this guy can't be a fool, can he? Most likely there is something behind. He had a bad feeling in his heart.

  Seeing that Feng Mo was about to crush He Lingchuan, the man suddenly disappeared.

   Vanishing out of thin air, not being crushed into dust.

  The strength of the fan was fully pressed against the stone wall. As a result, this hard stone wall, which has gone through countless years of wind and frost, was dug out a big hole with a depth of one foot and a diameter of three feet in the tooth-piercing sound of "噗噗咙"!

  If this hits a flesh and blood body, wouldn't it immediately burst into blood mist?

  At the same time, He Lingchuan himself appeared behind Feng Mo, at the location where Feng Shi Lord split open!

  Fukuyama Koshi's pupils shrank: "Teleportation?"

   This can only be done by supernatural powers rather than martial arts.

  Of course He Lingchuan didn't know how to teleport, but when he put down the Wind Lion Lord, he also quietly stuffed the ghost cicada slough into the bottom of the stone sculpture. As soon as the supernatural power of "Li Daitao Zombie" was activated, he and Ghosting Cicada switched places.

   How Feng Mo showed his power more than a quarter of an hour ago can be proved by the lives of several thousand people. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for normal human beings to confront the host in Fengmo's home court.

  He Lingchuan didn't run away immediately after the replacement was completed. Instead, he tiptoed and rushed towards Fengmo!

  The distance between the two is less than ten feet, and his speed is fast. This distance is really fleeting.

   This made Fu Shanyue, who was running all the way, pause at his feet, wondering why this person turned around and came back to die after all the hard work to escape.

  Feng Mo jumped into the air, and was about to make a maneuver—it is not a human being after all, and cannot move around like He Lingchuan—the enemy had already pounced on him from behind, and the long knife from his waist suddenly came out, cutting four times in the blink of an eye!

  He Lingchuan was able to sever seven raindrops with one blow in Zhao Pan's frontline camp.

  In the stone chamber, a faint light of the saber lit up, and all four consecutive slashes hit Feng Mo's back.

  Fu Shanyue frowned tightly.

  People can't cut the wind, the opponent shouldn't even have this bit of common sense, and this guy's weapon doesn't have elemental power attached to it. So?

  Feng Mo let out a deafening whistling.

  Familiar with it, Fu Shanyue was startled:

   This roar is full of pain!

  The part of Feng Mo's body that was cut by He Lingchuan's long knife actually peeled off like the real thing!

  Although

   Said that they disappeared in a blink of an eye, but Fu Shanyue was confident that he was right, Feng Mo's body was indeed cut off with a single blow!

  This kid can actually cut the wind?

  He Lingchuan held Fusheng in his hand, and the blade almost merged with himself. He felt the agility and chill that this weapon possessed at the same time.

  Facing Feng Mo, he had a clear understanding in his heart:

  Fusheng's "breaking the void" feature is effective against Fengma!

  It can cut all invisible and intangible things. If it is said that ghosts belong to the category of "invisibility", obviously Fengmo belongs to the category of "invisibility".

  Feng Mo's body was only half of its original size, and annoyed, he blew a wind blade at He Lingchuan.

  Although it is invisible, it is easy to cut meat and bones.

  He Lingchuan had seen it for a long time. After the four consecutive slashes, before Feng Mo turned around, he put his hand on the ground, put his right leg on the stone wall, twirled his whole body, and turned to its side like a swallow.

   A punch is a defense against a kick, and this wind blade was perfectly dodged.

  The wind demon has not yet recovered, He Lingchuan is afraid of its wind pressure, and will not wait for it to return to its original shape, but will cut it to pieces!

  Feng Mo let out a roar, his figure suddenly became slack, and turned into a gust of wind swirling all over the room!

  It can be understood that the most powerful anthropomorphic form is not easy to use against this guy.

  Then scatter back to the body, although the power is weaker, this guy will definitely be cut to pieces!

  He Lingchuan's dantian's real power circulated, and he immediately propped up his protective energy.

  He only felt that the Gang Qi was also cut off quickly, and he didn't know how many wind knives were hit at that time. Fortunately, the power of Feng Mo's dispersal into a whirlwind has been greatly reduced, and he has advanced to the next level of enlightenment in Sanxinyuan, and his cultivation has reached a higher level, otherwise this rapid consumption may not be able to withstand it.

  By the way, the breast shield is also working.

  When the room was full of strong winds, the divine bone necklace suddenly glowed a little red.

   Afterwards, the wind blowing past He Lingchuan was directly sucked in by it.

   What the **** is that? The wind demon does not believe in evil, and once again instigates the wind power.

  However, as much as it is sent, as much as the **** bone necklace will absorb, and anyone who comes will not be rejected.

   In just about two breaths, the divine bone suddenly seemed to become a huge black hole, trying to swallow the whole whirlwind!

  Feng Mo wanted to run away now, it was too late.

  It tried hard to escape, but it couldn't stand the pull of the black hole behind it, and it was sucked in.

   Fu Shan, who rushed to the stone room, turned pale with fright, and rushed straight at He Lingchuan with water thorns: "Stop!"

  His frightened and angry blow was full of force, and when the question could not be answered, He Lingchuan blocked the knife with his backhand.

   "Dang", the sound of gold and iron clashed, and the two of them each took two steps back.

  The sacred bone necklace finally stopped the gorge and became quiet.

  He Lingchuan had sharp eyes and found that Fu Shanyue was still holding a small object in his left hand.

   That's half the size of a palm... Wind Lion Lord?

  At this time, the things he showed will not be meaningless.

   "It's the last wind demon in the world, it's a pity to kill it." This wind demon has been with Fu Shanyue for a long time, and now he is so distressed.

  He Lingchuan said solemnly: "What does it have to do with me?" If you can't manage your pets yourself, don't blame others for helping them.

  Fu Shanyue pulled out the splinter with his backhand: "Give it back to me, or this is where you will die."

  He Lingchuan also hooked his finger at him: "Get it yourself." The **** bone necklace ate something that I couldn't even spit out.

  The atmosphere in the stone room suddenly became tense.

   After two breaths, there was the sound of rolling rocks outside.

   I don't know whether it was the mountain wind blowing down, or someone came.

  Fu Shanyue's expression changed, and suddenly he lowered the thorn point: "Forget it, let you go."

  He Lingchuan was funny, but he didn't bother with him, covered his face and ran out of the stone room, ran to the rock sheep in two vertical jumps, turned over and rode away.

  The sacred bone necklace is neither glowing nor hot now, obviously it’s been a while since a full meal.

   Today, it ate two good things in a row.

  Fu Shanyue walked out of the stone room and saw that there was no one outside, only the whistling of the wind.

  He jumped off the terraced fields and ran to the edge of the ground, only to look at the half-human tall little Wind Lion God in his left hand. Its carving is more exquisite than other similar ones in the mountain belly:

"Come out."

  Several wisps of mountain wind entangled together, forming a pocket version of Fengmo, less than three inches high.

  It turned out that the divine bone necklace didn't completely absorb it just now.

   But Fengmo is only the size of a spinning top, gathering and dispersing from time to time, and it seems that he can't maintain his figure, which is very pitiful.

  The smaller the body, the less ferocious it looks. Who would have expected that this thing would devour countless lives a quarter of an hour ago?

   "That kid, what kind of magic weapon did you use to trap you like this?"

  Feng Mo complained.

  Fu Shanyue listened to it for a while, but he couldn't figure out why. He only knew that the kid had an astonishing suction force, sucking in more than half of the origin of the wind demon.

  If he hadn't come in time, this Fengmo would have been eaten up by the opponent.

   "Forget it, hurry up and rest." He pointed to the crack in the ground, "You didn't kill the guards, they will come to investigate. In a few days, this place will be full of people from Baoshu Kingdom."

  Feng Mo immediately burrowed into the ground and disappeared with a whoosh.

  From now on, it will go into a dormant state, replenishing itself with the wind energy from the ground. It only needs to eat a meridian kamikaze once or twice, and it can recover.

  Fu Shanyue took out the wooden bottle and looked at it twice, his face pensive.

  Why did this kid throw back the dragon marrow?

  Why are you smiling so weirdly?

  Did people throw it back because they thought it was worthless? In other words, he was sure what it was?

  Fu Shanyue put away the bottle silently, and went to find a stone room across the mountain road to settle down.

  In this way, whenever someone enters the belly of Fengmo Mountain, he can see it immediately.

  He has to protect Fengma.

  A raptor flew in midair, and Fu Shanyue immediately hid in the depths of the stone chamber.

  When He Lingchuan caught up with the caravan, Master Shi Er was directing his men to clean up the wreckage left by the escort.

  He Lingchuan nodded and said: "The second leader is righteous."

Master Shi Er was actually a little worried: "Brother He, are you sure Feng Mo won't come out again?" Didn't they get blown away as soon as they met each other?

  He Lingchuan didn't mention what happened in the Xianzong ruins, but only comforted him: "It only attacked the enemy, and he was seriously injured, so he shouldn't be able to come out in a short time."