Chapter 125 Chapter 125
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"Those monsters are so shameless that they actually launched a sneak attack." In the dense forest, Miao, who was forced to be bandaged like a white peacock, was cursing.
You Lin sent the last of the strange creatures flying, ending its sinister existence with a wind blade. After doing this, he didn't respond to Miao's complaints. Instead, he carefully removed a fiery red feather from his bosom, carefully examining it before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there was no damage.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Our whereabouts have been leaked, and someone doesn't want us to close the door."
Ever since the battle in the human realm, the enemy has tasted the sweetness of success and has begun to continuously create "gates" to release strangeness into the inner world. In the past six months alone, Phoenix has closed no less than three digits of "gates".
Initially, the "gate" was unstable, allowing only low-level monsters to pass through. These monsters had little ability to think and were not particularly powerful, making them easy to deal with. But over time, the "gate" created by the enemy grew larger and more stable. Finally, one day, the first true evil god arrived in their world.
The Phoenix managed to defeat the enemy without any danger, but from then on, the enemy began to use tactics. They seemed to know that only the power of the Phoenix could fill the cracks, so every time the "gate" opened, several smaller gates would appear in other areas.
While the soldiers emerging from it weren't particularly powerful, the accompanying black fog was a real headache. If not dealt with promptly, the entire area would become a dead zone. Phoenix couldn't ignore it, but even with his avatar, he was powerless to do anything about it.
It was obvious that this was a conspiracy—they intended to wear down the Phoenix. Fortunately, there was a solution. After discovering the evil gods' intentions, the Phoenix would occasionally rub out a feather to store energy, handing it over to trusted demons to close any unreachable rifts when necessary.
The purpose of You Lin's trip is to close the crack and solve the worries for Phoenix who is far away in the main battlefield.
After dealing with these sneak attackers, the two demons did not stop and continued to rush towards the target area.
"You mean, there's a traitor in the tribe?" Perhaps out of sheer shock, Miao's voice took a turn. Not many demons knew the route of this operation so well. After ruling out the most unlikely leader, he and You Lin were the only ones left. Could it be that...
Miao swallowed nervously, and with difficulty stretched out the tip of his wing from the bandage and pointed it at himself: "There is only one truth, and that is - the traitor is me."
"..." You Lin was stunned into silence by this guy's train of thought. After a long pause, he said, "There's no insider. They must have used some means to spy on our whereabouts."
For the demon race, even if it means death, they would never betray the Demon King, let alone Miao.
"Yeah, that's true." Peacock, realizing he'd acted foolishly in front of his boss, let out an awkward laugh. He coughed dryly twice and forced a change of subject: "Ahem... well, Little Sanhuo is also reaching the age to transform this year, so it should be in the next few days. Oh, just thinking about going home and seeing my precious cub's human form gives me so much energy."
"Congratulations." You Lin said.
Miao clasped his wings in return, then quickly spread them out, continuing his graceful flight as if nothing had happened. While the other person's expressionless face made the congratulation seem a little strange, Miao was already accustomed to it. It was perfectly normal. In all the years they had worked together, he had never seen this person express any other emotion towards creatures other than phoenixes.
But he quickly cast another furtive glance at You Lin. Just then, a poor old father suddenly remembered something that could have put his life on the line: his young son, now in his middle school years, liked to imitate monsters like You Lin.
So the question is, what if after transforming, the bird cub looks in the mirror and thinks, "Hmm, not bad, cool," and then goes on the path of an icy face forever? I can't let such a cute bird end up like this, right?
Miao thought so, and unknowingly said this. Although he quickly realized that something was wrong and tried to remedy the situation, it was too late. You Lin, standing beside him, said nothing, but his flying speed quietly increased.
At this point, both parties feel that they may need a little career assistance.
You Lin had no desire to communicate; he just wanted to get to his destination quickly and fix the crack. However, the journey was long, and Miao, a chatterbox, felt suffocated after not chatting for a long time.
In his own words, the world has become like this. He's either going to die today or tomorrow. If he doesn't finish gossiping before he dies, he'll have to hold it in and survive. To relieve the pressure, or perhaps for his own physical and mental health, after failing to find a topic for conversation for the nth time, Miao resorted to his trump card.
As the saying goes, gossip is a good way to heal the body and soul. Miao narrowed his eyes and said slyly, "Hey, Boss You Lin, what kind of magic potion have you been feeding our Majesty lately?"
You Lin didn't pause, but finally gave him a straight look: "What do you mean?"
"Hey, I didn't say that myself, many people in the clan are spreading the story. We built a new Penglai Cave a while ago, but I don't know when a hollow wooden sculpture appeared inside. It's made of paulownia wood. Who do you think it is?"
"I." As a dragon baptized by the literature of the handsome scholar, You Lin almost immediately guessed what his unfortunate colleague was trying to say. He turned his head away, refusing to consider whether the "tribe" Miao mentioned was simply the Feather Tribe or the Demon Tribe.
Miao chuckled, "I knew you knew. Although our Majesty doesn't have much of an obsession with material possessions, he particularly treasures those paulownia trees and never uses them lightly. And now...tsk tsk tsk tsk. Although everyone is saying you did it yourself, based on my understanding of His Majesty, this must have been made by him personally, there's no doubt about it."
"To be honest, I was really shocked when I first saw it. The statue is so realistic that if you didn't know, you would think they were going to build a statue for you to attract some worship or something." Miao said with a somewhat nagging expression, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Boss You Lin, we've known each other for so long, so just give me a hint--"
"No, don't think too much. That was what I did. Phoenix wanted a landmark building. He and I are just ordinary monarchs and subjects, and friends." You Lin interrupted him expressionlessly but very quickly. If he could, he really wanted to pinch this guy's mouth.
Although he was also puzzled by Phoenix's behavior this time, he believed that his best friend must have his reasons for doing so.
You Lin could never understand what those guys who were trying to match him up were thinking. It was obvious that the relationship between him and Fenghuang was as simple as it could be - closeness and trust, that's all.
They had been by each other's side since the beginning, more like family than family. While they were inseparable, they weren't in love. To use the words of the human monks, they were the other half of each other's souls. No decent person would have such thoughts about their own half; he wasn't some crazy pervert.
"Okay, okay, you're right." He couldn't imagine what this piece of wood would look like when it finally got wise. Miao feigned regret and shook his head, only to see You Lin suddenly speed up. In the blink of an eye, only a receding figure remained. He hurriedly said, "Hey, wait for me! I'm injured and can't fly as fast as you—"
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You Lin saw the battlefield from the air and his heart suddenly tightened.
There is no barrier here.
The first thing that caught his eye was a towering tree. You Lin immediately recognized it as an elder of the Dragon Vine Clan. Its branches drooped limply, seemingly devoid of life, and many of the vines were broken.
The second was the crack in the sky that continuously released a strange black aura. Judging from its size and specifications, it couldn't possibly be an ordinary small "door" used to disperse power.
The Dragon Vine Tree Demon's innate barrier can isolate the unnatural aura. It's like briefly creating a small, independent bubble within the world bubble, completely isolating the world inside the bubble from the world wall. Leveraging this characteristic, they can even create cracks outside the barrier.
But powerful abilities inevitably come with fatal flaws. The dragon vine tree's barrier is bound to life, and if the barrier is broken, the tree will die. And now this situation...
Miao, who rushed over, was also shocked when he saw this situation. He rushed after You Lin without thinking too much.
This place had already fallen, and a thick black fog filled the battlefield. The great demons fought the evil god with all their might, but the gap in life level was almost an insurmountable chasm, and they were no match for the evil god.
One after another, great demons were seriously injured and died, turning into blood-stained meteors that crashed into the ground. Soon, a group of small demons rushed out from their hiding place and hurriedly carried them away for treatment.
You Lin transformed into a streak of light and charged into the main battlefield, holding his spear horizontally to block the evil god's attack. Behind him stood an elderly black dragon, its age and severe injuries preventing it from even dodging the attack.
After not seeing him for so many years, he thought he had long forgotten what that person looked like. He even imagined that if they met again, it would take him a long time to recall who he was. But sometimes the power of blood was so magical that even if the image in his mind had become blurred, he could clearly recognize it from a distance. It was his nominal father, Xuan Lin.
"You've changed." You Lin didn't turn around. Unlike the image in his memory, Xuan Lin was now extremely old, his movements slow, no longer as sharp as before. He was old.
Xuan Lin also recognized the child he had abandoned. Hearing the clash of weapons, he belatedly realized that You Lin had saved him. He stared at his back, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.
He might have wanted to say something, perhaps to express his guilt for his past actions, or perhaps to express his relief at You Lin's current situation. But in the end, he could only utter a dry sentence: "You've lived a good life these years."
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