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Jing Nan called out, "Little Feather, don't hide. Didn't we agree on this yesterday? You are going to be a happy Little Feather starting today. Look, Xiaoxiao has demonstrated it to you. Look how happy Xiaoxiao is having fun!"
Du Heng's eyes twitched. Jing Nan's tone was no different from that of a child abductor. Look at that tone, it was just like he was squatting in front of Tai Shuhong with a piece of candy to seduce him.
Xiaoxiao was lying in the snow on the mountain peak and called out to Tai Shuhong loudly: "Chirp!"
The hair on Tai Shuhong's head slowly stood up, but he was still a little embarrassed. He hid his head under his wings like an ostrich. If he was in human form at this time, everyone would find that his face was full of blush.
Making snowmen and having snowball fights... Tai Shuhong had only seen the children in Zhengyang City play these games, but he had never played them before. He wanted to play them, but... wasn't that too embarrassing?
The hair on Tai Shuhong's head was struggling and shaking. He really wanted to play. Whenever snowflakes began to fall from the sky, he couldn't help but want to transform into a demon. He wanted to bury his body in the white snowflakes.
He had tried this when he was a kid, when he was rolling in the snow. Su Zhan walked by, how could one describe his expression at that time? It was like he saw something dirty and couldn't accept it. His expression made Tai Shuhong feel like he had done something bad when he thought about it until now. From then on, even if the snow covered the barrier outside the Shenxu Palace, he would just pass by with a blank expression.
Xiaoxiao slept with him last night. Xiaoxiao muttered that it was snowing heavily outside and they could go out and play in the snow together tomorrow. Tai Shuhong didn't know what his expression was at that time. He only remembered that Fenggui's voice came from the small room next to him.
Feng Gui asked him if he had ever played with snow, caught insects, or been taken flying high by someone. Tai Shuhong did nothing but shook his head.
Then Feng Gui made the decision for him in a cheerful voice: "Go play with Xiao Xiao tomorrow! Childhood is all about having fun!"
Then Little Feather hid behind the door of the stone chamber. He was still struggling in his heart. Feng Gui had never had much patience with children. He rolled Little Feather up with his spiritual energy and threw him down the mountain: "Why are you so shy? Let's play!"
Tai Shuhong, who hadn't recovered yet, smashed a hole in the snow. Xiaoxiao dragged him out. Tai Shuhong looked up at the direction of the cave entrance. After falling from such a high place, he felt not fear but excitement.
When he came into contact with the white snow, he felt a long-lost feeling surging in his bones.
Looking at Tai Shuhong who was sitting in the pit and looking up at him stupidly, Feng Gui sighed, "Bastard Su Zhan, he made a good child autistic. Have fun, I won't beat you no matter how crazy you are today."
Du Heng: ...It would be terrible if Tai Shuhong met a parent like Feng Gui, right? Is it a mistake for a child to be too quiet?
Next, Du Heng and the others watched Xiao Xiao fluttering on the snow. Xiao Xiao used the snow as a canvas and his body as a paintbrush. He used his round body to roll out a flying bird, a strong and vigorous tree, and Du Heng, who was cooking under the tree.
Under Xiaoxiao's encouragement, Tai Shuhong gradually relaxed his body. He imitated Xiaoxiao and used the white snow to comb his feathers. He lay on his back on the snow, supporting himself with his three short legs and crawling forward.
Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to see him being so restrained, so he jumped to the side of Little Feather and rolled up the snow next to him to cover Little Feather. A small snow pile appeared on the snow, and Little Feather was buried under the snow without warning.
Xiaoxiao stood beside him and laughed arrogantly: "Swish, swish, swish..."
But before he could finish boasting, Little Feather had already rolled up more snow and buried Xiaoxiao alive. Xiaoxiao: "Chiu!!"
The two little birds' exclamations and laughter were left on the snow, and Du Heng couldn't help but laugh: "Little Feather is quite smart."
Watching the two little birds having a snowball fight, Feng Gui nodded in relief: "Yeah, that's how it should be. If he keeps being so shy, when he joins the Feather Tribe in the future, those old guys will eat even his bones."
Jing Nan yawned, "That's great. Children running happily in the sun really make people feel relaxed and happy. Only if they are so innocent and lively, they can grow up to be handsome demon cultivators like me! Well, the goal has been achieved. I'm going to go back to sleep first."
Du Heng frowned: ...How can a man who just said a few words and went back to sleep be handsome?
As a result, Jing Nan actually went back to sleep yawning, leaving Du Heng completely confused.
Feng Gui patted Du Heng's shoulder and said, "I'll leave the babysitting to you. I'll stay with Nan Nan for a while longer."
Feng Gui patted his buttocks and left, leaving Du Heng stunned at the entrance of the cave for a long time. When he reacted, the two of them could not even see their backs.
Du Heng looked down at the two chicks playing happily on the snow. If he remembered correctly, one of them was a phoenix, and the other was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul after transformation. Feng Gui actually let him, who was in the early stage of the Golden Core, look after these two children? !
To be honest, if either of these two kids gets serious, they can sit on him to death.
Wen Qiong's voice floated over from the side: "Disciple, what are you looking at? You are so stupid so early in the morning."
Du Heng turned around and saw Wen Qiong walking out swiftly. He greeted her excitedly: "Master, how do you feel?"
Wen Qiong waved his hand generously: "Master is very strong, this little injury is not a problem. By the way, where is Long Jun?"
Du Heng scratched his hair: "I don't know, Xiaoyu disappeared early in the morning. Maybe she went to the forest to catch monsters?" Or maybe she went to help find the monks who were lost in the ruins?
Wen Qiong nodded: "That's right. By the way, I have to go to the south to have a look. I heard from Yushu that it was in the south when we fell. I will go to look for your senior sister. Don't wait for me for lunch."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qiong pulled out her small butterfly hairpin from her head. The hairpin slowly grew larger in mid-air, and eventually turned into a large butterfly with a glittering aura. This butterfly was different from the butterflies in nature. Its body was made of metal, and its wings were made of unknown materials. When flying in the air, a long aura left behind the butterfly, which looked very beautiful.
Wen Qiong's eyes were full of stars: "It is worthy of being a Psylocke hairpin, it looks so beautiful in this way! I made the right decision to spend a lot of money to buy it!" Wen Qiong would praise herself every time she used the Psylocke hairpin in this form. How could she be so wise!
Du Heng was stunned. The hairpin had this magical effect? ! What about Wen Qiong's natal spirit sword? Du Heng didn't see her spirit sword when he dealt with Yan Buhui last time.
Hearing Du Heng's question, Wen Qiong said depressedly, "Don't mention it. The last time I came out of the village and walked to a place near Dongji Mountain, I met a strange demon cultivator. The demon cultivator couldn't speak clearly, but he was extremely powerful. After a few words, he started fighting with me."
Du Heng was shocked: "Is this true? What happened next?"
Wen Qiong said: "Then the spirit sword was broken, and it is still being repaired in the sect."
Du Heng asked anxiously: "Where is the demon cultivator who beat you? Where did he come from?"
Wen Qiong chuckled: "I don't know which way it was, but he didn't get what he wanted. I stabbed his kidneys, both sides. Although it's not fatal, it's enough to make him uncomfortable for a while." No wonder Wen Qiong stabbed him in the kidneys when she dealt with Yan Buhui last time. It turns out she has a criminal record!
Wen Qiong patted Du Heng's shoulder and said, "Okay, I won't talk to you any more. I heard that you fell into the woods when you were flying your sword yesterday? You need to practice more."
Du Heng's face turned red. Who was the gossiper who told Wen Qiong about such a small matter? Could it be the senior brother? That shouldn't be the case. The senior brother is such a gentle person, I didn't expect him to be so gossipy. Could it be Nan Nan? Hmm...it's very likely!
Wen Qiong stood on the butterfly hairpin and turned into a beam of spiritual light and flew away. Before she flew away, she was still caring for Du Heng: "Practice more! The Everlasting Sword Technique is very powerful. If you practice it well, you will look very handsome when flying!"
Du Heng scratched his cheeks, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He might be the least capable one among Wen Qiong's disciples. Look at his senior brothers and sisters, which one of them is not a master among masters? Only he needs to be taken care of by the master to practice well... Never mind, anyway, there is nothing to do at the moment, he should practice his sword skills well!
Decision made. I’ll practice for an hour first, and then bake peach cakes for Xiaoyu!
Maybe it was because he had rested well, or maybe it was because the weather outside was calm, Du Heng flew the sword very smoothly this time. At least the sword was very stable when it was lifted into the air, not swaying like before. And he didn't need Xiaoxiao to act as a counterweight, he finally found the point on the sword that could keep him balanced! It was really a cause for celebration!
When he looked down from the spirit sword, Xiaoxiao and Taishuhong fell on the snow and flapped their wings at him to encourage him: "Chirp!" "Chirp!"
Occasionally, monks passing by would see Du Heng flying his sword, and they would greet him enthusiastically: "Brother Du, fly the sword! Just keep this feeling! We're counting on you!"
Du Heng was in a good mood: "Yeah!"
Du Heng, who was very proud of himself, stepped on the flying sword and could not help but speed up. At first, he only dared to circle around the snowfield, but later he became more and more courageous and his circles became larger and larger.
The spiritual lights of the monks flickered more in the south, so Du Heng didn't dare to go to the south. When there were too many people, he would feel nervous. This feeling was exactly the same as when he took the driver's license test in his hometown. Even if a monk flew by, he suspected that the person would hit his spiritual sword.
Of course, it was no wonder that Du Heng felt this way, because that was the case when he was knocked unconscious for the first time while flying his sword. He even felt that when flying, the spiritual energy of other cultivators would affect the balance of his spiritual sword! For this reason, he even seriously debated with Jing Nan and the others, but of course, he was ridiculed by Jing Nan and the others.
His spirit sword flew towards the mountains in the east. As the saying goes, the sun rises in the east and shines brightly. Flying in the sun, Du Heng felt that he was the most beautiful boy! Look, flying a sword is not that difficult! Standing on the spirit sword and looking forward, the world is in front of him. No wonder those sword cultivators are so cool!
Du Heng was very happy. Maybe when Xuan Yu came back, he could perform a backflip in the air in front of him? Thinking of this, he became more motivated. The speed of the spirit sword increased and it was farther away from the monks' residence.
The main reason was that Du Heng saw a mountain range in the east, and in the middle of the mountain there was a high mountain top covered with snow. Du Heng wanted to fly as close to the top of the mountain as possible so that he could exercise his endurance and sword-controlling ability.
Just as Du Heng was showing off, he heard a hoarse bird call next to him: "Quack——"
He didn't know when a big bird appeared in front of him. He swore to God that he really didn't see the bird! If he had seen it earlier, he would have definitely gone around it!
But it was too late, he could no longer stop his sword! Crash!
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This bird looks weird, with a head balder than the owl at home. Its body is two times larger than the owl, with a thick neck and sharp claws.
Du Heng didn't have time to react before he collided with the bird with a roar, and the spirit sword under his feet suddenly lost control. The bird's body was very heavy, and its wings frantically flapped Du Heng's face. In order to prevent its claws and wings from hurting him, Du Heng had no time to hug it by the neck.
Then he and his spirit sword fell heavily into the forest below his feet. As the sky and the earth spun, Du Heng fell to the ground with a clang. His spirit sword spun around with a whoosh and stuck into the ground a few feet away.
Du Heng closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come, but after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not come. Not only did he not feel any pain, Du Heng also felt that his body was quite soft, not only soft, but also warm.
It was not known whether the big bird in his arms was knocked unconscious or strangled by Du Heng. In any case, when Du Heng looked into his arms, the bird had rolled its eyes and was motionless.
Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that he had no injuries. After relaxing, he felt his body getting warmer. The heat continued to flow from Du Heng's body. Du Heng also felt that his body seemed to be moving? His body was still moving up and down rhythmically, and it felt like there was a living thing under him.
A not-so-nice thought arose in his mind - did he hit someone when he fell?
Thinking of this, he reached out his hand and touched his body twice. It was furry and warm, and it felt good. It seemed that the person he hit was not a human. Then the question came. In the forest, there were only animals besides humans... Then the question came again, what kind of animal could be bigger than Du Heng?
Du Heng heard a low roar in his ear, which sounded like the sound of a hybrid engine in his hometown. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the piece of ground on the left where the sword was inserted seemed to move!
All of Du Heng's hair stood on end, and he turned his head slowly with his neck stiff. He wanted to scream, but his throat was out of control, and his scream was stuck in his throat.
It was the face of a huge white tiger, whose dark blue eyes were rounder than the spoon he used to scoop up the old duck soup! The tiger's head alone was larger than half of Du Heng's body! The two sharp teeth sticking out of its mouth were as sharp as snow, and each one was as thick as Du Heng's arm.
This is not the point. The point is that his spirit sword Qingshuang was poking the tiger's forehead. The tiger bared its teeth at Du Heng, and blood began to ooze from its forehead!
Drops of blood dripped down the huge head, and Du Heng didn't know where to look. Should he take back the Qingshuang Sword to save his life and escape with the sword? Or should he pretend to be dead and unconscious and not move? Tigers won't eat dead things, right?
Just as Du Heng was considering whether to use the Turtle Breathing Technique, a majestic male voice came from the tiger: "Get out!"
Du Heng was stunned: "Huh? Demon cultivator?"
As we all know, the difference between the true body of a demon cultivator and a spirit beast is that they can speak. Those who can speak are demon cultivators, and those who can't speak are beasts. Of course, a demon beast like Shan Gao that can make anthropomorphic sounds cannot be considered a demon cultivator.
Du Heng slid down from the white tiger swiftly. He stood beside the white tiger obediently, but his eyes swept over the white tiger. Wow, this white tiger is really majestic. When it was lying on the ground, it was ten feet long, not including its tail, and when it stood up, it was taller than Du Heng.
Du Heng swallowed subconsciously: "That...Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."
Before he finished speaking, Du Heng felt a strong murderous aura coming from his side. He fell to the ground and rolled, only to see a huge tiger claw coming from the side. Du Heng's pupils shrank. If he had stood in that position just now, he would have been beaten into two pieces by this demon cultivator!
The tiger cultivator wanted to kill him! After realizing this, Du Heng's pupils shrank. With his ability, he couldn't tell the cultivation level of this tiger cultivator at all. But I heard that the cultivation level of the demon cultivators after transforming is at least the Golden Core Stage, so the cultivation level of this tiger cultivator is probably far higher than him.
Du Heng covered his head and ran away: "Misunderstanding! I told you it was a misunderstanding!" Hu Xiu suppressed his anger: "Your spirit sword pierced my head, this is an insult to me. You must die to atone for your sin!"
Du Heng only felt the tiger cultivator's two claws coming at him from behind like a violent storm. Fortunately, he had been beaten a lot in the bamboo forest before, and his body had formed a conditioned reflex to the flow of murderous aura and spiritual energy. His body was extremely flexible, and the tiger cultivator couldn't hit Du Heng even after hitting him dozens of times.
Now it was Hu Xiu's turn to be surprised: "Huh? I didn't realize that this little Jindan cultivator has some abilities."
Du Heng didn't dare to stop at all: "Daoyou! If you have something to say, please say it nicely. If you use your claws to hit me, I will lose my small body. Please show mercy! Besides, this is a misunderstanding. You can see that I am a rookie who is still learning to fly. I fell down because I hit a bird. The spirit sword is not under my control! It was really a mistake for it to fall on your head..."
Baihu snorted coldly: "I don't want to listen!" Du Heng only heard the sound of trees breaking behind him. If he hadn't dodged quickly, it would have been his spine that was broken!
Du Heng's eyes were filled with tears. It was said that cats were the most unreasonable, and he had now witnessed it. Was there any way to stop this tiger?
Suddenly, Du Heng's body froze, and he could not control his body and fell straight down. When he fell, his nose hit the tree root. His nose hurt, and then warm liquid flowed out of his nostrils.
Du Heng was lying face down on the ground. He could feel his body being controlled by a strange spiritual energy. He thought that this demon cultivator must have used magic to make him unable to move.
The tiger cultivator's huge body was so light walking on the forest floor that Du Heng could hear the snow crunching when its big claws pressed it. He didn't want to give up. His good days hadn't even begun yet, so how could he die now? !
He started to practice the endless life technique. Perhaps it was because the magic bead was unlocked, or perhaps it was because he was on the verge of death that he burst out with unprecedented strength. His spiritual energy rushed into his meridians and tried hard to drive away the external spiritual energy. The price he paid was the pain of his meridians and body being torn apart!
Hu Xiu looked down at Du Heng in confusion: "Huh? What kind of technique is this? Boy, your body is very strange..."
Du Heng dug his fingers deep into the snow. He didn't want to give up, he didn't want to die! He still had a lot of things to do! He wanted to travel around the world with Xiaoyu and find all kinds of delicious food! He wanted to talk and laugh with Nannan Fenggui! He also wanted to go to Dingkun Sect to see his own sect and see the mountain that his senior sister found for him! He also wanted to go back to the village to live a leisurely and comfortable life!
The intense pain made Du Heng unconscious. In a trance, he remembered a question Wen Qiong had asked him.
Wen Qiong asked him: Is it the pain when the skin is torn or when the tendons and bones are broken while the skin is intact? Du Heng didn't remember how he answered, but if Wen Qiong asked him again at this time, he would definitely answer her: It hurts the most at this time!
His bones made crackling sounds, and the two spiritual energies competed with each other, leaving deep and shallow cracks on his bones. His meridians were broken one by one, and the texture of his muscles collapsed. He could even hear the slight sound of each muscle breaking. And his skin, it felt like a small knife was scraping on his skin. Every time it was scraped, his skin cracked, and bright red blood oozed out from the cracks.
However, the endless regeneration technique allowed his broken bones, muscles, meridians and skin to heal quickly, which resulted in Du Heng repeating the process of injury and repair as if he were being tortured by scraping.
It hurt so much that Du Heng even had a thought in his mind: Why should I resist? If I don't resist, it won't hurt anymore? Anyway, this is not your body...
Du Heng gritted his teeth, and his tears fell to the ground. His body was convulsing, and his vision was black. Every time he wanted to surrender to the darkness, the faces of Xuan Yu and the others appeared in front of him.
Only a few breaths had passed, but Du Heng felt it was as long as centuries. When would this torture end?
Tiger cultivator stopped walking, looking down at Du Heng with an inquiring look in his eyes, "Very powerful, even among my demon cultivators, few can survive my Hundred-foot Nail. Boy, I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore."
Du Heng was sobbing. He couldn't hear clearly what Hu Xiu said. He only knew that his eardrum was broken. In the severe pain, he could only feel the throbbing pain in his brain.
He thought he was going to die. The darkness in front of his eyes stayed longer and longer, and the world he could see became more and more blurred. Soon, only white light and black light appeared repeatedly in front of his eyes.
What a pity! He said he would fly back to make peach cakes for Xiaoyu, and he also promised Xixi that he would look after the child. He... broke his promise...
Just when Du Heng was about to give up resistance, a green light descended from the sky.
After a crisp "pa--" sound, Baihu was blown away by a huge force before he could even see anything clearly.
Bai Hu's head buzzed, and his body seemed to have hit a heavy object. His bones broke one by one, and his internal organs were damaged by the blow.
With blood flowing from his mouth and nose, his body flew straight out a hundred feet away. All the trees within a straight-line distance of a hundred feet were broken, and the soil was pushed to the sides by his body.
Finally, the white tiger's body crashed into a rocky mountain. The rocks in the mountain were impacted by the white tiger's power. After a loud bang, circles of cracks appeared on the rocks. In the center of the cracks was the white tiger with blood coming out of its mouth and nose.
Du Heng felt the pressure on him suddenly relieved, and the spiritual energy that was almost suppressed and retreated back to the Purple Palace suddenly rushed into his meridians. He could finally breathe! However, his lungs were ruptured, and every time he exhaled, he would gasp out a few mouthfuls of blood foam.
In the flickering vision, Du Heng felt someone hugging him. He smelled Xiaoyu's fragrance and felt warm liquid dripping on his cheek. He wanted to tell Xiaoyu that he was okay, but his throat was broken and he couldn't say a word.
There was a continuous sharp sound echoing in his ears, and the sound made his internal organs churn. He was very uncomfortable, and finally his eyes went black and he knew nothing.
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Xuan Yu held the blood-stained Du Heng in his arms, his mind was blank. Du Heng was dying, and all the meridians in his body were broken!
After just one glance, Xuan Yu's eyes welled up with scarlet. His whole body's spiritual energy was rising unconsciously, and circular green spiritual energy swept across the Eastern Forest like a surging tide.
The birds and beasts in the forest with higher cultivation levels fled like crazy, while those with lower cultivation levels fell to the ground with their eyes rolled back.
The strange thing in the eastern forest alarmed Ye Wenqiu and his companions who were hunting in the south. Ye Wenqiu's face changed drastically. This mighty demonic energy was so terrifying that he was afraid that the owner of the demonic energy had a higher cultivation level than himself!
Ye Wenqiu's face solemnly said: "Disciples of Shenxu Palace, follow me to patrol the eastern forest!" After the order was given, the sword lights of the disciples of Shenxu Palace flashed like a rainbow and went towards the east.
Some disciples of Dingkun Sect and Tianyi Sect looked at each other in bewilderment at the prey they had hunted with great effort. Finally, they sent some people to go east with them, and some people took the prey to the cave!
Xuan Yu held Du Heng and carefully rose from the forest. Du Heng leaned on his chest and lost consciousness. The bright red blood stained Xuan Yu's green robe. Xuan Yu's silver-white hair danced under the spread of the evil spirit. The evil spirit formed a circling dragon shape around him. Xuan Yu, who was standing on the dragon's head, had red eyes and a calm face.
His eyeballs were pure green, which was a warm and peaceful color. However, in this situation, the green in Xuan Yu's eyes became a frightening existence.
A blue-black wall of spiritual energy appeared ten feet away from him, blocking the sword cultivators' spiritual swords and their exploring consciousness.
Ye Wenqiu's spirit sword vibrated under his feet. From the trembling of the spirit sword, Ye Wenqiu felt that his sword spirit was afraid! That spiritual energy wall was actually an undisguised murderous intent! Ye Wenqiu had never seen such a strong murderous aura. The murderous aura could actually be seen by the eyes. How terrible is this?
Ye Wenqiu looked at Xuan Yu in doubt. He felt that Xuan Yu looked strangely familiar. It was not until Xuan Yu nodded to him that he suddenly realized: "It's you..."
Xuan Yu said coldly: "Xuan Yu of the Dragon Clan."
Yu Xuan was also from the dining hall. It was not until now that Ye Wenqiu understood why he sometimes felt an indescribable fear when he saw Xuan Yu. It seemed that his intuition was not deceiving!
As soon as Xuan Yu's name was revealed, the sword cultivators exclaimed: "It's the Dragon King!" "Why is the Demon God here?!" "Who is he holding in his arms?"
Xuan Yu said to Ye Wenqiu, "There is a wounded tiger demon down there. Elder Ye, please guard it for me. I will send Du Heng back first and then come back to pick it up."
Ye Wenqiu subconsciously looked towards Xuan Yu's arms, his pupils shrinking violently: "Du Heng?!"
Xuan Yu was still able to remain calm at this moment. He nodded and said, "Thank you." As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Yu's figure suddenly leaped out a thousand feet, and in a flash he disappeared from the monks' sight.
The monks were amazed: "What a terrifying power." "Dragon God Xuan Yu is indeed worthy of his reputation." "Oh my God, I saw his legs trembling, I was scared to death."
Ye Wenqiu looked down at the forest below. A deep and long ditch appeared in the forest. At the end of the ditch, a white tiger crashed into the center of the rock. The white tiger's gorgeous fur was stained with blood. He was physically strong, and even in a coma, spiritual energy was swirling around his body to repair his wounds.
Ji Qingyan frowned and looked at Ye Wenqiu: "Master, this should be a demon cultivator from the White Tiger Clan. If we keep an eye on him, we will be involved in the fight between the demons."
Ye Wenqiu lowered his eyes and said, "The demon god has come to our Shenxu Palace. Isn't it ridiculous to say that we won't get involved in the fight between human cultivators and demon cultivators?"
Xuan Yu, Yu Xuan... Thinking of the names of the other two people beside Du Heng, Ye Wenqiu covered his face helplessly:
"Why……"
A Tianyi Sect member behind Ji Qingyan said hesitantly, "Master Ji, the aura of this tiger is very familiar."
Hearing this, Ji Qingyan looked at the cultivator, who said, "I have a special skill that can detect some hidden spiritual energy. A few months ago, I felt that there was occasionally a spiritual energy hovering near the base. Now it seems to be the spiritual energy of this tiger cultivator. I wonder if we are trapped here because of him?"
Ji Qingyan seemed to be deep in thought after hearing this. They had been trapped in the small cave deep in the snow for four or five months and could not find a way out. They had not even found a passage leading to other small caves. He did not believe that there was no one playing tricks inside.
The monks were talking at once, and for a moment the sky above the forest was noisy.
At this moment, there was a sudden bright light at the station. Everyone looked towards the place where the light was shining, and saw a phoenix wrapped in flames spreading its wings and flying towards this place.
Ye Wenqiu smiled bitterly and said, "The Dragon Lord just left, and the Phoenix Lord is here again." Ji Qingyan was helpless: "No wonder the Wanzong ruins collapsed."
How can it not collapse when two of the three great demon gods appear?
The flames wrapped around the phoenix were two feet high, and one could feel the burning heat coming from hundreds of feet away. Wherever the phoenix flew, the ice and snow melted and spring returned to the earth, but this phoenix had no time to stop and take in the beautiful scenery around it.
When the phoenix flew closer, everyone was so stunned by his heroic appearance that they were speechless.
How to describe him? Every feather on his body seemed to be carved out of gold, making it impossible to look directly at him. When he soared in the sky, all the scenery lost its color. He was the king of the sky. When the monks saw him for the first time, they couldn't help but kneel down.
Feng Gui's movements were not slow, and in an instant he flew from the station to the front of everyone. When he leaned down and spread his wings, the monks even held their breath.
Feng Gui grabbed the huge tiger cultivator with one claw. The tiger couldn't even make a sound because the fur that touched the Phoenix's claw was burnt by the Phoenix's spiritual fire.
Feng Gui said with disgust: "Ugh..." If he were in human form at this moment, his face would be full of disgust, as if what he had caught was not a tiger, but a pile of shit.
Feng Gui ordered Ye Wenqiu: "There is a message puppet bird down there, take it back with you." When Feng Gui was Taoist Xifeng, he was so unreasonable. Now that he has become the demon god Feng Gui, he is even more domineering.
Ye Wenqiu was stunned for a moment and didn't react. Feng Gui immediately became unhappy: "What? Can't I order you around?"
Ye Wenqiu was defeated, but Feng Gui could still use him. You should know that when the three demon gods were discussing Taoism with his master, Ye Wenqiu could only stand by and listen with a sword in his hand.
He turned the magic sword under his feet and flew into the woods. After a while, he flew up with a bald bird in his hand.
Feng Gui nodded in satisfaction: "Take it back." As he said that, he turned flexibly in the air and flew towards the direction of the base. It is reasonable to say that a huge object will move slower, but Feng Gui's speed is amazingly fast.
The monks stared at Feng Gui's original form in amazement: "Is that... Feng Jun?" "So beautiful."
Xuan Yu carefully placed Du Heng on the stone bed, and the clean quilt was soon stained with blood. Jing Nan took out a pill from the storage bag to protect Du Heng's heart. He frowned tightly: "It's the Hundred-foot Nail, too vicious!"
Xuan Yu blamed himself: "The White Tiger Clan's prince was nearby, but we failed to notice it."
Jing Nan opened the jade box he carried with him, which contained hundreds of long and short golden needles. He said slowly, "The White Tiger Clan is good at hiding their tracks. If Du Heng hadn't blown him out today, we wouldn't know when we would have found his tracks."
Jing Nan took out the golden needle and said hurriedly: "Take off Du Heng's clothes quickly, I want to give him acupuncture." If he delayed the acupuncture for a moment, Du Heng would be in more danger.
Looking at the three-inch long golden needles piercing Du Heng's chest one by one, Xuan Yu's eyes were almost bleeding.
The golden needle was infected by Du Heng's spiritual energy and was vibrating regularly. Seeing the golden needle trembling, Jing Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, the Hundred-foot Nail in the lungs was forced out."
The Hundred-foot Nail is the secret technique of the White Tiger Clan. When a tiger cultivator injects spiritual energy into the body of another cultivator, the spiritual energy will turn into thousands of tiny nails to destroy the body's meridians and bones.
At this time, if one uses his own spiritual energy to expel these foreign spiritual energies, there is still a glimmer of hope, but this is a very painful process. The tug-of-war between the two spiritual energies will make the cultivators live a life worse than death, and very few people can survive.
In addition, the Hundred-foot Nail is quite vicious. As long as there is a little bit of spiritual energy that is not expelled, the remaining external spiritual energy will dissolve and hide in the meridians. As long as the timing is right, the spiritual energy will condense into nails again, and it will be too difficult to expel them at that time.
If there is no resistance, the nails will penetrate into the cultivator's Dantian and sea of consciousness. The cultivator's golden elixir or Nascent Soul will suffer a devastating blow, with even more serious consequences.
Therefore, the cultivators who were hit by the Hundred-foot Nail all suffered a tragic fate, and very few of them were lucky enough to survive.
He picked up a golden needle and said to Xuan Yu: "Take off the rest of your clothes as well." There was no remaining spiritual energy on the front, but that didn't mean there was none elsewhere.
Xuan Yu took off the bloodstained clothes from Du Heng with red eyes, his eyes full of reluctance. Du Heng's skin was originally very fair, but now his body was covered with cracked wounds. Looking at the bloody flesh, Xuan Yu clenched his fists.
Jing Nan suppressed his anger and said, "Xiao Yu, you have the best knife skills among the three of us. Xixi will be back with that grandson soon, so I'll give you a chance to show off your knife skills. Don't worry, as long as you leave him a breath, I won't let him die so easily. Anyway, we've been exposed, so don't be polite to them."
Xuan Yu said in a deep voice: "Yeah." He reached out to touch Du Heng's cheek: "What kind of luck is this? Why do all the bad things happen to you?"
Du Heng's body was suspended in the air by the spiritual energy, and Jing Nan's spiritual energy rolled the golden needles and pierced into the acupoints around Du Heng's body. After piercing a few acupoints on his back, those golden needles did not tremble like the other golden needles.
Jing Nan's fingertips were suspended on one of the golden needles, and a milky white spiritual energy poured out from his fingers and wrapped around the golden needle. Jing Nan held the needle with one hand, and his hand was lifted up, and the golden needle was also lifted up by the spiritual energy.
When the needle left Du Heng's skin, Xuan Yu saw a thin wisp of silver-grey spiritual energy attached to the needle. This wisp of spiritual energy was as straight as a needle. The needle was three inches long, but the spiritual energy it brought out was one foot long.
Jing Nan frowned slightly: "This is the origin of the name of the Hundred-foot Nail. When these spiritual energies are injected into Du Heng's body, they are invisible, but if they are connected together, they can be as long as a hundred feet."
Jing Nan's face turned slightly pale: "Hmm..." It was too much of a stretch. He had just used up a lot of his spiritual energy to treat Wen Qiong yesterday.
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