Hills appeared inexplicably one after another, standing in front of the young man, blocking Daxi's path. Daxi was so angry at these hills that he roared and attacked them crazily...
Feng Qingyan, who was originally on the verge of death, became a little surprised at this time.
Who is helping me?
He looked around, but saw that the hill in front of him was quickly and brutally blasted away by the villain, unable to stop it at all.
Although the hills are still appearing one after another, they are getting smaller and smaller.
The hope he had for the first time was about to be shattered in a blink of an eye. At this moment, Feng Qingyan showed a self-deprecating sneer. However, he was still curious about who was helping him...
After all, this was the first person to help him after he woke up.
After a while, the hill in front of him was so weak that it was just a piece of mud a few feet tall. After the furious Daxi smashed it to pieces with his claws, he looked around coldly, looking for the person who had gathered the hill.
"I accept your kindness, but you are no match for it, let's go..."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
The main target of the murderer is him, and those who help him still have a chance to escape.
At this moment, a blurry black shadow appeared in front of him.
The black shadow gives people a very strange feeling. It seems to be a living creature, a mountain, or a strange creature integrated with the mountain.
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment when he saw it. He didn't expect that a strange black figure was helping him.
This is……
Mountain soul?
Feng Qingyan hesitated and was not sure.
When Daxi saw the strange black shadow, he was stunned for a moment and then roared with joy, his evil eyes filled with a strong desire to devour.
Feng Qingyan stood still coldly. There was still no fear in his eyes or in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't know how to be afraid, but that he really had no reason to be afraid of evil spirits, even though he was in a strange world and something "weird" happened.
The evil ghost behind.
Only evil spirits have always been afraid of him.
At this time, he was still looking for his trump card and a way to break the deadlock.
Is the evil spirit controlling the foot of the mountain attacking fiercely?
It's a pity that the ghost gate can only shock, but cannot control it at all.
These evil spirits may be controlled by the evil spirits...
At this time, the blurry black shadow began to tremble under the evil eyes full of greed, but it still blocked the way of the evil.
Feng Qingyan didn’t know why Shanhun risked his life and wanted to protect him...
But he accepted this kindness.
His mind was running wildly, but unfortunately he still couldn't find a solution, which made him extremely angry.
Daji pounced towards the black shadow.
At this moment, the black shadow seemed to be looking back, and seemed to be saying to Feng Qingyan: Run!
But how could Feng Qingyan escape?
Even if he could run away, how could he run away regardless of the mountain spirit who tried so hard to save him? He was not such a person, and besides, he couldn't run away at all.
Blood!
At the last moment, Feng Qingyan finally remembered that his own blood seemed to be able to suppress all ghosts!
At this time, he didn't even think about it. It was only in a dream or a previous life that his blood could suppress all ghosts...
puff--
He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
In the darkness, the blood mist sprayed out gave off a faint light and fell on the big murderer who rushed towards him.
Some of it also fell on the black shadow.
Daxi felt that the blood mist falling on his body had a faint restraining pressure, and he couldn't help but look at Feng Qingyan in shock and anger.
But the power is too weak.
The blood mist that sprayed on the mountain soul was suddenly absorbed by it, and the seemingly blurry black shadow became somewhat clear.
boom!
A hill suddenly appeared, blocking the oncoming attack.
After the mountain soul absorbed the blood mist, it actually recovered its strength and even became stronger. When Feng Qingyan was disappointed, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Who would have thought that what was lost will be lost in the end.
At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't even think about it, and sprayed an even bigger blood mist towards Shanhun.
boom--
Hills suddenly appeared one after another, blocking the fierce attacks from coming up again and again.
Feng Qingyan felt slightly relieved, but his body began to sway a little, and he became even weaker.
Both his face and hands were as pale as paper.
Ouch——
Daxi roared angrily and attacked crazily, but was blocked by the hill time and time again.
Although it wanted to control the evil spirits at the foot of the mountain, it was suppressed by the ghost gate behind Feng Qingyan.
Gradually, the sky in the east began to turn white, and finally the evil spirit could only retreat with hatred, not knowing where it had retreated.
The evil spirits at the foot of the mountain also disappeared like the tide.
Feng Qingyan, who had been standing still, fell down and fainted when the evil spirits retreated.
At some point, he smelled the alluring aroma of meat and woke up leisurely.
Gulu——
My stomach is growling.
Feng Qingyan struggled to sit up and saw an oil paper bag in front of him that was still emitting steam.
He was slightly surprised, looked around and saw some trees growing strangely to protect him from wind and rain...
Mountain soul?
But at this time, Shanhun was nowhere to be seen.
Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment, then raised his hands in a salute, then picked up the oil paper package, opened it and ate the roast chicken.
The mountain soul hiding in the distance was so frightened that he knelt down when he saw Feng Qingyan bowing his hands.
After finishing the roast chicken and sitting down to rest for a while, Feng Qingyan stood up and looked around after recovering a little. He couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw tombstones everywhere.
At this time, he looked at the mountain carefully, recalling everything last night in his mind, and his brows furrowed.
I'm afraid the evil will come back tonight.
He can walk away, but what about the mountain soul?
Without his blood, I'm afraid the mountain soul wouldn't be able to withstand it for long before it would be devoured by the evil force.
Also, where can he go in this strange world?
Guarantee that the villain won’t go looking for him?
Guarantee that there are no major dangers in the world outside the mountains?
From Da Xi's greedy and evil eyes, he could see that both he and the mountain soul would be of great benefit to it.
Also, the mountain soul and the mountain are one, and I am afraid that it cannot leave the mountain too far.
If you leave, you will be a rootless soul. It will not take long for you to die and dissipate between heaven and earth...
It seems that we have to find a way to eliminate the big evil.
Feng Qingyan thought so, and walked around in the mountains, looking around. From time to time he wiped off the snow or mud on some tombstones, and frowned at the words he didn't recognize.
In the mountains, there are countless tombstones and inscriptions, but I don’t know a single word.
Feng Qingyan was not too surprised. After all, it was a strange world. If he knew the words of a strange world, he would be in trouble.
As time passed, he felt that the mountains were becoming more and more different.
When I understood it, I couldn't help but laugh softly.
What does it mean that a mountain soul is born from a mountain?
This means the birth of the mountain god!
Shanhun, who had been hiding behind him and silently protecting him, seemed a little happy when he saw Feng Qingyan smiling...
It's a pity that it can't transform yet, it's just a black mist that can't be seen clearly.