On a stone platform, Bai Cangdong and Feng Xian found many human corpses. The strange thing was that none of the corpses had any scars on them, but each of them had a strange smile on their face, with blood flowing from their seven holes.
"Oops, it's the Ghost-faced Butterfly, a viscount-level undead that is not inferior to the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord. Its immortal light can turn into dust all over the sky, penetrate your body through the seven holes, and mince all your internal organs.
"After Fengxian saw those dead bodies, a look of shock appeared on his face.
"Even if the immortal light of the Ghost Faced Butterfly turns into dust, how can we be protected by the divine light of our destiny, and the dust will invade the seven holes?" Bai Cangdong frowned slightly when he saw that there were viscount-level figures among the dead bodies.
"If the natal divine light can protect against the dust of the ghost-faced butterfly, then the ghost-faced butterfly will not be so scary. Its immortal light has the ability to penetrate. The ordinary natal divine light cannot prevent the dust. If we encounter it next time,
If we reach it, we can run as fast as we have to, and I have no way to restrain it." Fengxian said.
Bai Cangdong nodded slightly and continued to move forward on the iron ropeway. Not far away, he saw a huge butterfly flying in the air with green fluorescent light all over its body. One of its wings was five or six meters long.
But on the head of the butterfly, there is a human face with a weird smile like a clown.
"It's the Ghost-Faced Butterfly. It's still here. Let's run." Fengxian said in shock.
Bai Candong descended rapidly along the iron ropeway, but he couldn't match the flying speed of the ghost-faced butterfly, and he was soon chased by the ghost-faced butterfly.
As the ghost-faced butterfly flapped its wings, countless blue light points flew out, enveloping Bai Cangdong and Fengxian like stars in the sky.
"It's over!" Fengxian exclaimed.
Bai Candong was not so pessimistic. He used his free hand to hit the wind spirit. The white whirlwind roared out, sucking the green light spots into it and rolling it back towards the ghost-faced butterfly.
The Ghost-Faced Butterfly flapped its wings and flew away, but the whirlwind turned around like a living creature and continued to chase the Ghost-Faced Butterfly.
"Your natal divine light can actually block the penetrating ability of the ghost-faced butterfly's immortal light!" Fengxian said in surprise.
Bai Candong did not answer, and focused on controlling the wind spirit to chase the ghost-faced butterfly, while always looking for opportunities to kill the ghost-faced butterfly.
"On this iron ropeway, you are carrying me on your back and holding the iron rope with one hand. It is impossible to kill the ghost-faced butterfly. We should go back to the previous stone platform. Only after you put me down can we kill the ghost-faced butterfly with all our strength.
"
Bai Cangdong had this intention and climbed up with the iron rope, hoping to return to the stone platform just now.
The Ghost-faced Butterfly screamed strangely, and the patterns on its wings seemed to come alive, emitting circles of ripple-shaped immortal light, which shattered the wind spirit that had been chasing him.
Seeing the Ghost Faced Butterfly chasing after him again, Bai Candong could only shoot out a wind spirit again, sucking in the dusty specks of light in the sky.
Bai Cangdong did not control the wind spirit. He climbed up and cast the wind spirit at the same time, just to delay the pursuit of the ghost-faced butterfly. After a while, he returned to the previous stone platform.
Putting Fengxian aside, Bai Cangdong summoned Poxie and Lingluo Sword and rushed towards Ghost Faced Butterfly.
With the two swords mixed with the wind spirit, Bai Candong wanted to kill the Ghost Faced Butterfly as soon as possible. The longer the delay, the more undead would gather at the undead altar.
But how can it be so easy to kill an undead race like the Ghost Faced Butterfly that can be compared to the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord?
Bai Candong's white immortal light can restrain the penetrating ability of the ghost-faced butterfly's immortal light, but in a head-on collision, it is no match for the ghost-faced butterfly's endless tide of immortal light. Even with the ability to destroy evil and fight the immortal light
With his shattering ability, he could only barely protect himself. Trying to kill the Ghost-faced Butterfly with one person's power was simply a fantasy.
"Although your swordsmanship and body skills are exquisite, unfortunately they are not Viscount-level martial arts. I will teach you a Viscount-level swordsmanship that can help you kill the Ghost-faced Butterfly. Please listen carefully and don't remember the wrong one.
Word." Feng Xian shouted from a distance.
Bai Cangdong was slightly stunned, but immediately heard Feng Xian shouting a formula for a martial art over there, and he quickly memorized it carefully.
While dealing with the ghost-faced butterflies, Bai Cangdong memorized martial arts techniques and formulas. After Fengxian memorized them twice, Bai Candong had memorized them word for word.
This is a viscount-level swordsmanship. The difference from the Pain Swordsmanship is that the focus of this swordsmanship is not the sword moves, but the use of the divine light of one's destiny.
Condensing the natal divine light on the tip of the sword and striking out with an earth-shattering sword can instantly increase the power of the natal divine light several times, even ten times.
"Have you memorized the sword technique?" Fengxian memorized it four or five times before stopping and asked Bai Candong loudly.
Bai Candong didn't answer. He found an opportunity and stabbed out the Evil-Breaking Sword directly. The natal god's beam formed a line on the tip of the sword and stabbed fiercely on the wings of the ghost-faced butterfly, forcibly penetrating its immortal light.
There was a small hole pierced in the wing.
The first time he used the sword technique taught by Feng Xian, Bai Candong only used twice the power of his usual strength, but Feng Xian was stunned.
Feng Xian originally thought that even if Bai Candong could use that sword technique, he would have to practice it at least dozens of times, but unexpectedly, his first sword hit was twice as powerful.
Bai Candong used that sword technique continuously, and the power became more powerful every time. By the tenth sword, the power had increased by six or seven times.
Feng Xian no longer knew what to say. When she practiced this sword technique, it took her half a month to achieve five times the power.
The ghost-faced butterfly was pierced by Bai Cangdong's sword. It turned into little bits of light and dissipated, and a piece of equipment fell down.
Bai Cangdong picked it up and took a look, and his heart was full of joy. What Ghost Faced Butterfly left behind turned out to be a viscount-level gold weapon, and it was also a very rare face armor.
Veil of Night: A mask formed by condensation of night, which cannot be destroyed and can avoid dust.
After using the Veil of Night, Bai Cangdong threw away the iron mask. The originally cold white iron mask turned into a black gauze-like mask.
"Do you feel that the strength in your body is disappearing quickly?" Fengxian walked to Bai Candong at some point and looked at Bai Candong with a half-smile but said.
Bai Cangdong was shocked. Just now, all his concentration was on the fight with the Ghost Faced Butterfly, and he didn't think anything of it. But now he found that his own divine light was almost exhausted, and his body was very weak.
"What did you do to me?" Bai Cangdong looked at Feng Xian coldly and said.
Fengxian said with a smile: "I'm not that bad. The reason why you feel weak is because the "Attack Sword" itself consumes the divine light of your life. You have used more than ten swords in a row, and you are not weak.
That’s weird.”
He casually threw a jade bottle to Bai Cangdong: "This is a light-gathering pill. It can help you quickly recover the consumed divine light. However, the side effects are not small. Only one light-gathering pill has an effect within a month. If you use it,
If you consume all your natal divine light again, the recovery speed will be several times slower than usual."
Bai Cangdong can't control that much now. If he doesn't even have his life, what's the point of talking about the future?
Bai Cangdong took the light-gathering pill and swallowed it directly. He felt that the natal divine light that had been consumed in his life chart was being restored at an extremely fast speed.
"Is your injury healed?" Bai Cangdong glanced at Fengxian. He could no longer see that she was injured. Her face was rosy and her eyes were bright.
"That's it, let's rush to the Immortal Altar." Fengxian took the lead and climbed down the iron ropeway.
"How many people from your Feng family are still here?" After the battle with Ghost Faced Butterfly, Bai Candong increasingly felt that it was impossible for him and Feng Xian alone, plus the knights from all directions who were dead, to rush to the altar of immortality.
of.
"No more, they are all dead. We were encircling and suppressing the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord at that time, and we were about to succeed. Who knew that the Immortal Altar suddenly appeared, and the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord mutated immediately, killing most of our Feng family almost instantly.
Manpower, I and the remaining people were also separated, and I think they are all in danger."
"Where are the Hua family and the others?" Bai Candong actually wanted to ask Yan Mengyun if he had come to the abyss and if there was any danger.
"Almost all of them are dead. The mutated Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord is so ferocious that almost no one can escape its pursuit. I saw Mei Yun being killed by him, Ling Bo was also injured, Hua Qianwu and
Hua Mingyang escaped together, but almost all the people they brought with them are dead, so they are the only two who escaped, and they probably won't live long." Fengxian said coldly.
"Isn't there another successor named Yan Mengyun, where is she?" Fengxian didn't mention Yan Mengyun, so Bai Cangdong had no choice but to ask himself.
"She is lucky. Because her own strength and power are very weak, she did not come to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Eight-Eyed Lord. She was lucky enough to escape."
Bai Cangdong put down a big stone in his heart, and then asked with some doubts: "You just said that the Ghost-faced Butterfly is not inferior to the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord, I just used the sword technique you taught me to kill it.
Oh, why were so many of you so badly killed by an Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord?"
Fengxian rolled his eyes at him: "Your natal divine light just restrains the ghost-faced butterfly, and you can ignore its penetration ability. If you didn't have that natal divine light, I'm afraid you would have been killed by the ghost-faced butterfly countless times. Our
Although there are many people, no one has the ability to break invisibility. The mutated Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord can always be invisible. Even if he uses his natal divine light, he will not be exposed as before. It is really terrifying. We can't even look at it.
If you can't see it, what else can you do except being killed by it one by one?"
"What's more, after the mutation of the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Lord, its third eye pupil technique is much more terrifying than before. The real sun fire prepared before could not withstand its pupils. By surprise, many people were stunned by its third eye.
The pupil technique kills them directly, and the death is very unjust." Feng Xian couldn't help but sigh when he thought that many of the people he brought had died under the pupil technique.
"Do you still have the True Fire of the Sun in your hand?" Bai Candong couldn't help but ask. He came to the Hurricane Abyss initially to obtain the True Fire of the Sun, but he didn't expect to encounter the appearance of the Immortal Altar, so this idea had to be temporarily abandoned.