Chapter 408

The Mount Fengmo, which had once forced the Treasure Tree King to take action personally, how could it really be held back by a small stone pier?

In the ancient and medieval periods, the Wind Lion was like a marker, telling the Mount Fengmo where it "should" be gentle. After all, in the former main peak of the Piaomiao Sect, the spirit herb fields located on the edge of the ground fissure were more fragile than humans; the Immortal Sect had to set good rules for the Mount Fengmo. When the Mount Fengmo hit the Wind Lion's barrier, it would feel some discomfort, which made it unwilling to approach. It was like an electric fence in a protected area that wouldn't kill a lion but would cause it pain, making it stay only in its own territory.

However, "should" was not "must".

"Unwilling" also did not mean "cannot".

In this day and age, when the Piaomiao Sect had already perished, it was much easier for the Mount Fengmo to break through the Wind Lion's restrictions than it used to be.

He Lingchuan, however, hooked his finger at the Mount Fengmo.

No one could mistake the meaning of this action: Bring it on.

So the Mount Fengmo rushed over.

Fighting in such a narrow place, it was actually able to compress all its wind power into a wind circle of less than five feet, so Fu Shanyue, who was standing in the cave above, didn't even have his clothes flutter.

But the wind circle emitted an ominous 'swoosh-swoosh' sound; every high-speed rotating gale wind inside was like a steel blade, shattering whatever it touched.

It went straight for He Lingchuan.

The strong airflow it brought with it even threatened to pin him against the wall, unable to move, to be sliced to pieces by the wind blades.

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

How could a human fight against the wind? Fu Shanyue, who had rushed over, watched intently, fearing he would miss any details.

Being able to cause him so much trouble, this guy couldn't possibly be a fool, right? He probably had some backup plan. He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just as the Mount Fengmo was about to press down on He Lingchuan, the person suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared into thin air, instead of being ground into powder.

The Mount Fengmo's force pressed entirely onto the stone wall. As a result, this hard stone wall, which had weathered countless years of wind and frost, was gouged out with a hole one foot deep and three feet in diameter amidst the teeth-aching 'swoosh-swoosh' sound!

If this had hit a flesh-and-blood body, wouldn't it have exploded into a sky full of blood mist instantly? At the same time, He Lingchuan himself appeared behind the Mount Fengmo, which was the position where the Wind Lion had cracked! Fu Shanyue's pupils shrank: "Teleportation?"

This could only be accomplished through divine abilities, not martial arts.

Of course, He Lingchuan didn't know any teleportation; it was just that while he put down the Wind Lion, he had also quietly stuffed the Ghost Shadow Cicada Shell at the bottom of the stone carving. Once the 'Li Dai Tao Jiang' (substituting one thing for another) divine ability was activated, it swapped his position with the Ghost Shadow Cicada Shell.

How the Mount Fengmo had displayed its might over a quarter-hour ago, thousands of human lives could attest. Therefore, confronting the host head-on in the Mount Fengmo's home field was definitely not something a normal human could accomplish.

After the swap was completed, He Lingchuan didn't escape immediately; instead, he tipped his toes and rushed straight toward the Mount Fengmo! The two were less than a zhang apart, and his speed was fast, so this distance was truly gone in a flash.

This made Fu Shanyue, who had run all the way here, pause his feet, not understanding why this person, who had gone to such great lengths to escape, would turn around and come back to die.

The Mount Fengmo missed its pounce and was about to make a turn—after all, it wasn't a human and couldn't move as flexibly as He Lingchuan—but the enemy had already pounced from behind, the long blade at his waist suddenly drawn, and in the blink of an eye, there were four cutting strikes!

He Lingchuan had been able to slice through seven raindrops with one blade at Zhao Pan's frontline camp; hitting four consecutive slashes now was also a piece of cake.

A faint blade light lit up in the stone room, and all four consecutive slashes landed on the Mount Fengmo's back.

Fu Shanyue's brows were furrowed tightly.

Humans couldn't slice through wind; the opponent shouldn't lack even this bit of common sense, and this guy's weapon wasn't imbued with true qi. Then? The Mount Fengmo let out a deafening howl.

Fu Shanyue, who was familiar with it, was suddenly shocked: this howl was filled with pain! The part of the Mount Fengmo's body that had been slashed by He Lingchuan's long blade had actually peeled off as if it were a physical object!

Although they dissipated in the blink of an eye, Fu Shanyue was confident he hadn't seen wrong; the Mount Fengmo's body had indeed been severed into several pieces by a single blade!

This kid could actually slice through wind? He Lingchuan held 'Fusheng' in his hand, the blade almost becoming one with himself; he felt the agility and murderous aura that this weapon possessed simultaneously.

Facing the Mount Fengmo, a realization dawned on him: Fusheng's 'Breaking Void' characteristic was effective against the Mount Fengmo! It could slice through all formless and bodiless things. If ghosts belonged to the 'formless' category, then the Mount Fengmo clearly belonged to the 'bodiless' category.

The Mount Fengmo's body was only half its original size now. In pain and annoyance, it blew a wind blade at He Lingchuan.

Although it was formless and shadowless, it could easily slice through flesh and bone.

He Lingchuan had long since had an insight; after the four consecutive slashes, he didn't wait for the Mount Fengmo to turn around. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, braced his right leg against the stone wall, and spun his whole body, turning to its side like a swallow.

If you punch someone, you have to guard against their kick; this wind blade was perfectly dodged.

The Mount Fengmo hadn't recovered yet. He Lingchuan, wary of its wind pressure, decided not to wait for it to return to its original form and slashed it twice more, straight into its face, slicing it into pieces! The Mount Fengmo let out a howl, its form suddenly dissipating, turning into a gale wind spinning around the room! It had finally understood: its most powerful anthropomorphic form was actually not easy to use against this guy.

Then it would disperse back into its main body; although the power was weaker, it would definitely slice this guy into a thousand pieces!

He Lingchuan's true power circulated in his dantian, immediately supporting a protective true qi.

He only felt his protective true qi being rapidly sliced; he didn't know how many wind blades he had been hit by in an instant. Fortunately, the Mount Fengmo's power was greatly reduced after dispersing into a whirlwind, and he had also attained enlightenment and advanced his cultivation at Sanxin Plain; otherwise, he might not have been able to withstand such rapid consumption.

Right, the heart-protecting mirror was also playing its role.

As the gale wind howled in the room, the God Bone Necklace suddenly emitted a bit of red light.

Subsequently, the wind that scraped past He Lingchuan was sucked straight into it.

What the hell was that? The Mount Fengmo didn't believe in evil and stirred up its wind power again.

But no matter how much it sent, the God Bone Necklace sucked it all up, refusing no one.

In just about two breaths, the God Bone actually seemed to have turned into a huge black hole, about to swallow the entire whirlwind! The Mount Fengmo wanted to run now, but it was too late.

It tried hard to escape outward, but it couldn't withstand the tug of the black hole behind it, and with a 'whoosh', it was sucked in.

Fu Shanyue, who had rushed to the stone room, was shocked and pounced on He Lingchuan with his water-splitting spikes: "Stop!"

This shocked and angry strike of his was full of force; at the most critical moment, He Lingchuan parried with his blade.

With a 'clang' of metal clashing, both retreated two steps.

The God Bone Necklace finally stopped its gluttonous state and quieted down.

He Lingchuan had sharp eyes and discovered that Fu Shanyue was still clutching a small thing in his left hand.

That was a half-palm-sized... Wind Lion?

At a time like this, the thing he brought out couldn't be meaningless.

"It is the last Mount Fengmo in the world; it's a pity to kill it." This Mount Fengmo had been with Fu Shanyue for a long time; he was now heartbroken to death.

He Lingchuan said coldly: "What does that have to do with me?" If you can't manage your pet well, don't blame others for helping you discipline it.

Fu Shanyue pulled out his water-splitting spikes: "Give it back to me, otherwise this will be your burial ground."

He Lingchuan also hooked his finger at him: "Come and take it yourself." The things the God Bone Necklace ate couldn't be spat out.

The atmosphere in the stone room suddenly became tense.

However, two breaths later, the sound of rolling rocks came from outside.

It was unclear whether it was blown down by the mountain wind or if someone had come.

Fu Shanyue's expression shifted, and he suddenly lowered his spike tip: "Enough, I'll let you go this time."

He Lingchuan found it funny, but he didn't tangle with him either. He covered his face with a scarf and rushed out of the stone room, leaping twice to reach the mountain goat, flipped onto it, and rode away.

The God Bone Necklace was neither glowing nor hot now; clearly, it was satisfied after a full meal just now.

Today, it had eaten two good things in a row.

Fu Shanyue walked out of the stone room to look; there was no one outside, only the howling wind.

He jumped down the terraced fields and ran to the edge of the ground fissure before looking at the half-person-tall small Wind Lion in his left palm; its carving was more exquisite than any of its kind in the mountain belly:

"Come out."

A few wisps of mountain wind entangled together, forming a miniature version of the Mount Fengmo, less than three inches tall.

So the God Bone Necklace hadn't sucked it completely dry just now.

But this Mount Fengmo was only the size of a spinning top, gathering and dispersing from time to time, looking like it couldn't even maintain its form—how pitiful.

With its size reduced, it didn't look so ferocious; who could have expected that this thing had swallowed countless living human lives a quarter-hour ago?

"That kid, what kind of magic treasure did he use to pit you into such a state?"

The Mount Fengmo whined in complaint.

Fu Shanyue listened for a while but couldn't make head or tail of it, only knowing that the kid had erupted with astonishing suction power, sucking away more than half of the Mount Fengmo's origin.

If he hadn't arrived in time, this Mount Fengmo would definitely have been eaten up by the other party.

"Enough, you hurry up and rest." He pointed to the ground fissure and said, "You didn't kill the escort team completely; they will come back to investigate. In a few days, this place will be full of Treasure Tree Kingdom people."

The Mount Fengmo immediately dived into the ground fissure and disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

From now on, it would enter a dormant state, using the wind energy from underground to replenish itself. As long as it ate the Zi-Wu Divine Wind once or twice, it would be able to recover.

Fu Shanyue took out the wooden bottle again to look at it twice, his face filled with contemplation.

Why did that kid throw back the Dragon Marrow? Why did he laugh so strangely? Did he throw it back because he determined it had no value? In other words, he was very sure what this thing was? Fu Shanyue silently put away the bottle and went to a stone room across the mountain road to enter meditation.

This way, whenever anyone entered the Mount Fengmo mountain belly, he would be able to see them immediately.

He had to protect the Mount Fengmo.

A bird of prey flew in from mid-air, and Fu Shanyue immediately hid in the depths of the stone room.

When He Lingchuan caught up with the caravan, the second master Shi was directing his men to tidy up the remains left by the escort team.

He Lingchuan nodded and said: "Second Master is righteous."

The second master Shi was actually a bit worried: "Brother He, are you sure the Mount Fengmo won't come out again?" There was no cover on this road, and the escort team couldn't withstand the Mount Fengmo's attack; if this thing made a comeback, wouldn't their small caravan be blown away at the first encounter? He Lingchuan didn't mention what happened in the Immortal Sect ruins, only comforting him: "It only attacks enemies, and it was also seriously injured itself; it shouldn't come out in the short term."

It's January 4th; continue asking for monthly tickets during the double period~

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