Suddenly seeing a flash of lightning flashing across the sky, Feng Jueyu subconsciously raised his head and grabbed the sky pendant tightly with his left hand.
At the moment, we still don’t know how terrifying this mountain wind is. Before we fully understand the Langyu Mystery Realm, for the sake of our own safety, the Sky Falling Sword must never leave the body.
Because through his attempts during the day, he found that he could not summon the blood demon and Qiye in the hallucination, but he could let the spirit of the Sky Falling Sword enter the hallucination to help him fight.
He looked up at the sky, which still had a little light, and was inexplicably lost in thought. The mountain wind before nightfall was faintly loud, and the barrier was even more damaged.
In order to learn more about the Langyu Mysterious Realm, Feng Jueyu once again used the life essence to repair it, but did not set up a new formation.
With his current means, if he didn't want the mountain wind to blow in, he had thousands of ways to do it, but he just wanted to see how powerful the mountain wind was and how fast it could destroy his sixth-level formation.
After repairing the barrier a little, Feng Jueyu stood on the ground and waited.
Sure enough, after a breath, a deep thunder sounded in the air in an annoying tone.
This thunder was not loud, just like any ordinary heavy rain, there would always be a prelude.
But at this time, the sky became obviously darker, and it was not because of the fall of night, but because of the appearance of large dark clouds in the sky.
"It is indeed a rainy night. Will the thunder and heavy rain increase the power of the mountain wind?" Feng Jueyu withdrew his gaze and looked forward.
Dark clouds slowly descended from the sky, and the sky gradually lost its brightness. Although standing in the barrier, he was not affected by the outside environment, but he still vaguely felt the sudden coolness of the air in the air.
"It's a rainy night."
Feng Jueyu looked around calmly, and then his eyes noticed that the wind on the opposite side suddenly became louder.
From an intuitive point of view, the originally extremely thin green mountain breeze has become denser and the color has become heavier.
The mountain wind blew onto the barrier and was blocked by the barrier, forming a squeezing force. Following Feng Jueyu, he discovered that the barrier was covered with spider web-like cracks.
"This time it's twice as fast as last time. It seems that ** can indeed help increase the power of the mountain wind."
Feng Jueyu confirmed his idea, but this time, he did not repair the barrier, but calmly waited for the mountain wind to destroy the barrier.
"Wow!"
After enough time to have a cup of tea, the barrier finally couldn't withstand the squeeze of the wind and collapsed. The mountain wind mixed with the moist smell of the coming rain rushed towards the face.
Feng Jueyu stood still, fully accepting it, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and began to mobilize the stable Yuan Shen in the sea of consciousness, and spread the Yuan Shen's spiritual consciousness. He used Qionghai's physical skills and mind skills to pass through the orifices.
Four hundred limbs and hundreds of horrors, I felt it deeply.
With concentration, Feng Jueyu's original mind sank into the sea of consciousness. As expected, not long after, he found that the mountain wind penetrated into his body in the form of green mist along his mouth, nose, ears and other seven orifices, and integrated into his body.
From the source of divine power, Feng Jueyu determined that the air in the Langyu Confusion Realm was a very special kind of vitality of heaven and earth.
However, this kind of heaven and earth vitality did not affect the original divine power. It just poured into the sea of consciousness along Feng Jueyu's limbs and flesh and blood meridians.
"The mountain wind Yuanling acts on the sea of consciousness and attacks the Yuanshen. It turns out that this is what it is. Now let's see how capable you are."
Feng Jueyu's current mentality is, I have to figure out what the wind in the Langyu Confusion Realm is, how much influence it will have on the soul, and how much of a threat it poses. Only by figuring this out can we come up with a way to fight back.
Method.
Feeling the entry of the mountain wind, Feng Jueyu immediately sent out his spiritual consciousness to resist. In his body, the green mountain wind Yuanling and the colorful Yuanling formed a trend of confrontation. In his meridians, and even in his bones and blood,
A fierce battle ensued.
The green Shanfeng Yuanling turned into dozens of small green strands and tried desperately to drill into his sea of consciousness, while Feng Jueyu's spiritual power also turned into dozens of colorful strands and headed towards the Shanfeng Yuanling.
In the process of fighting, the two Yuanlings did not cause harm to the body, but his brain clearly felt uncomfortable.
At first he felt extremely exhausted, but he could still bear it, but after a while, the mountain wind blew strongly outside his body, and fine raindrops began to fall sparsely from the dark clouds, pouring on his body, giving him a cold feeling.
Mountain rain is coming.
As the mountain rain fell, a strange dark wind swept through the Langyu Mystery Realm. The power of the mountain wind suddenly became stronger. At first, it could only enter along Feng Jueyu's seven orifices. Slowly, the mountain wind actually broke into his body.
The sweat pores on my body rushed in all at once.
Feng Jueyu gathered his strength to block it, but it was completely useless. Shanfeng Yuanling was like an all-seeing demon spirit, and soon invaded his body.
The momentum of the dozens of Shanfeng Yuanlings in his body suddenly grew stronger. Feng Jueyu had to use all his strength to fight against the Shanfeng Yuanling with his spiritual consciousness. Even so, he was still gradually at a disadvantage.
"What a powerful Yuanling. It's so pervasive."
The gradually becoming drowsy consciousness made Feng Jueyu know that he would definitely not be able to escape this time, so he changed from a standing posture to a sitting posture, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the Sky Drop Sword tightly with his left hand, and this
At that moment, he had an idea and took out the black-blue flying fish arrow from the Tiandaozhu with his right hand and held it in his hand.
In this way, he has two magic weapons.
After dozens of breaths passed, Feng Jueyu's eyes darkened, and the heavenly eye on his forehead closed tightly uncontrollably, and he fell into an unconscious state.
After about half a cup of tea, Feng Jueyu woke up. He did not make any drastic action immediately, but observed the surrounding environment with his eyes.
On a tall mountain peak, he stood under a big tree, with vast emptiness in all directions.
In the dark night sky, there are many stars, and countless stars shine with strong brilliance.
The environment in front of him was completely different from the previous place. Feng Jueyu had a wry smile on his lips and thought: "The hallucination has come in again. What can it be this time?"
Just as he was thinking about it, another thunder struck in the black night sky, and heavy rain poured down, quickly soaking his whole body.
Feng Jueyu stood under the heavy rain, enduring the raging wind and remained unmoved. However, his thoughts continued to flow, and after a while, the Sky Falling Sword and the Black Blue Flying Fish Arrow both appeared in his left and right hands.
"Haha, sure enough, the real sword body can't come in, but the weapon spirit can follow my soul. The weapon spirit is the soul of the magic weapon. This is no surprise."
Feng Jueyu thought, in order to avoid being ambushed later, he first sacrificed the Wu Cang Flying Fish Arrow and the Sky Falling Sword to both sides of his body.
Two divine treasures, one horizontally and one vertically, floated quietly beside him. Afterwards, Feng Jueyu remained motionless and continued to run Qionghai Body's mental methods to enhance the power of his spiritual consciousness.
After waiting calmly for a while, Feng Jueyu suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight into the sky.
On a dark night with heavy rain, dark clouds were rolling over the earth arrogantly. Among the clouds that were almost near the top of the mountain, a huge black shadow suddenly flew down from the clouds and flew towards him.
"squeak!"
Amidst the roaring thunder, an extremely harsh cry came first. Feng Jueyu, who had an unstable face, frowned inexplicably and took a step back. Then his mind moved, and his ears suddenly became larger and he quickly covered them.
Ear holes.
After using the magic method, Feng Jueyu wanted to block his ears, because the scream was so penetrating that two small streams of light formed in his mind, killing the soul.
However, with this little power, Feng Jueyu would not be injured. As soon as his soul moved, the standing knife turned into two sharp long swords, directly cutting down the small stream of light, but he knew that the stream of light was transformed by the sound, and the sound was not
Decrease and then increase, the power of the small stream of light may double, unless the sound cannot be heard.
But this was impossible to do. He could only try not to listen, or the sound volume was extremely low, in order to reduce his burden.
But the huge black shadow seemed to realize that Feng Jueyu was prepared, and flew from the clouds, its body erratic from left to right, its speed was very fast, and its screams continued and became stronger and stronger.
In an instant, a large number of thin lines of light appeared in front of Feng Jueyu's eyes, like bee stings, all flying towards him.
"Desperate Soul Song..."
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of sinister black energy, which turned into a strange note. After the note came out, it immediately turned into a sharp black sword.
Cut off all the bee sting streamers.
At this point, Feng Jueyu still didn't fight back because he hadn't seen what the huge black shadow was yet.
But soon, the huge black shadow revealed its true form.
A black bat with a wingspan of ten feet appeared under the refraction of blue lightning across the sky.
This black bat is huge, with hook-like claws on its wings, and looks very scary.
The black bat appeared and flew to the top of the mountain. It was extremely surprising to see Feng Jueyu still standing there without moving. However, it did not stop and let out a strange cry. It once again used its voice to transform into a large number of bees to stab it, and then flew forward and charged.
Come in.
"The Dzogchen of Qiankun? The peak of the later period of Qiankun?"
Feng Jueyu used his spiritual consciousness to feel the cultivation of the black bat. After a few breaths, the bat arrived. Feng Jueyu shouted out a loud roar without saying a word, and the strange notes of the desperate soul song turned into countless sharp swords and rushed towards him.
He pointed to the sky with his right hand, and the black flying fish arrows beside him suddenly turned into three golden arrows, and suddenly flew into the air.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
A burst of rapid fighting opened the curtain of the battle. The soul song of despair did not disappoint Feng Jueyu. The musical notes turned into ten thousand swords and shot down all the stingers in the air. The black flying fish arrows were as powerful as breaking bamboos, and they launched a strong counterattack in an instant.