The more pious ones fell to their knees on the spot.
No one needs to explain, the residents of Fufeng City all have a clear understanding:
King Baoshu was angry.
The supreme ruler of the Baoshu Kingdom has always had a good temper. He spends eleven months of the year in seclusion and dormancy. This is the first time for most residents to feel its wrath.
Tang Guoxiang had just left Baiyun Mountain two-quarters of an hour ago. At this time, he ordered the carriage to turn around and immediately rushed back to see him.
"My king, what happened?"
"Spirit Seed!" The lake in Baiyun Mountain is no longer calm. The wind is high and the waves are violent, and waves hit the shore. The spectacular crown of the Baoshu King is also swaying in the strong wind. "The connection between me and the Spirit Seed is suddenly severed!" How can this be?"
Tang Guoxiang asked cautiously: "Did the escort team encounter an accident?"
"At this time, they should walk to the Gale Tundra." King Baoshu's voice was still full of anger, "The spirit seed cannot be stored in the storage space. Even if it is taken away, I should be able to sense its general location! 「
The spiritual seed that took thirty-six years of energy to nurture disappears. How can you teach it to be calm?
"Could it be that the spiritual seed is..." gone? It was difficult for Tang Xiangguo to say these words.
"No, it's still alive." King Baoshu was a little confused, "But I just can't sense its location."
How could this be true?
It can sense the status of every tree guard in the country.
"Send someone immediately, I want to know what happened!"
...
The hinterland of Feng Mo Mountain.
With all the chores done, Fu Shanyue jumped down from the ground and interrogated the prisoner: "Where is the thing that the foolish king of Shan Yu Kingdom used to bribe Chi Ge?"
The envoy from Chiyan Kingdom gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Fu Shanyue didn't wait patiently for a reply. He had just picked up all the fragments on the mountainside, and then he realized that the spiritual seed had been lost, and he had been tricked by a boy riding a goat.
He was unhappy and took it out on the messenger, tearing off his ring finger and tearing off the ring amidst the screams.
Um? Not this one, this is just an ordinary ruby ring.
Fu Shanyue pulled out another finger and tried again.
Right this time.
He poured out the bloody storage ring. There was a mountain of debris inside, especially bottles and cans.
The envoy from Chiyan Kingdom had already fainted from the pain, and was slapped awake again by him: "Which one is it?"
The envoy from Chijun Kingdom cursed before he could catch his breath: "My king treats you generously, why do you...ah!"
Fu Shanyue cut off his finger again and sneered: "I don't want to listen to nonsense. Next time I will cut off your neck. As for the medicine, I can take my time to find it."
The envoy from Chijun Kingdom could not bear the pain, so he could only point to a small wooden bottle and said: "This, this is it!"
The bottle is only the length of the middle finger. It is hand-carved with wood and has a branch of wintersweet carved on it. It still doesn’t look very eye-catching.
But it has a gold paint seal.
Is the packaging so crude? Fushan became more and more doubtful: "Seriously?"
"It's true, it's true!" The envoy from the Chiyan Kingdom breathed in, "This is what the envoy from the Shanyu Kingdom gave me at Liushe Inn!"
Fu Shanyue rolled his eyes: "I've given you all the gifts, so there should be a letter, right?"
"Yes, yes." The envoy from Chijun State struggled to pull out a golden letter from a pile of documents. The lacquer seal on the letter was intact. "This is a letter from Lord Shanyu to my king."
Fu Shanyue grabbed it and tore it open, took out the letter paper, first confirmed the signature and seal, then took a look at the content and murmured: "It's really..."
He turned the vial in his hand, uncorked it and took a sniff.
There was a light red liquid inside, and there was a strange fragrance that hit his face, which made Fushan more and more excited and wanted to drink it all in one gulp.
This feeling is very strong, not much worse than Emperor Liujian.
It seems like this is what it is. After so much effort, the plan was not smooth from the beginning of Sanxinyuan. Fortunately, everything is finally back on track and the things are in hand.
Fushan became more and more relieved and asked the Chiyan envoy: "Do you know what's inside?"
The Chiyan envoy shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I only received the order to bring it back."
"Then there's no use for you."
With a click, Fu Shanyue broke the messenger's neck.
Almost at the same time, with a flick of his left hand, the bottle was taken away!
Fu Shanyue was so surprised that he bent his left hand into a claw and grabbed it backwards.
The movement was so fast that the sound of cracking silk even sounded in the air, but it was not too loud in the hinterland of Feng Mo Rock where the wind was howling.
But the thief retreated faster. He saw a shadow moving backwards, suddenly standing on the outermost edge of the cave, and taking another step to jump to the mountainside.
"It's you." It's the guy riding the sheep just now.
Fushan became more and more angry: "You have already stolen the spiritual seed, and you still want to steal my things again?"
This is intolerable!
"Is this yours? Isn't it from Chiyan Kingdom?" He Lingchuan also imitated his previous actions and put the wooden bottle under his nose and smelled it.
Fu Shanyue has launched such a big battle, from killing the envoys of the Eling Kingdom in Sanxinyuan to releasing the wind demons in the Gale Tundra to attack the Baoshu Kingdom escorts. Everything is a ruthless job, but is it just to seize this small bottle?
He Lingchuan is also someone who seizes opportunities and never lets them go.
Just now, he used Bo Shanjun's snake skin to hide himself from the side, and also used the magical power of stubbornness to hide his aura, and combined with the interference of the strong wind outside, he was able to hide it from Fu Shanyue's ears, eyes and nose.
But the smell in the bottle, the unique and sweet smell, was somewhat familiar to He Lingchuan. Where did he smell it?
He frowned.
But he didn't have the urge to drink it all in one gulp like Fushan Yue Nahaen.
Fu Shanyue stood up suddenly, pointed at the envoy from Chi Na Kingdom and said word by word: "Return the bottle, otherwise your end will be even worse than him."
He walked step by step, like a leopard ready to attack. Anyone who has seen him take action will not doubt the weight of these words.
But He Lingchuan waved his hand: "Wait a minute!"
He had a strange look on his face as he finally remembered where the smell came from.
"Why do you want this thing?"
Yes, he went to Wenxuan Pavilion to check books in his dreams these days, and went to Wenxian Hall to find an expert to explain his doubts. He wanted to know what kind of monster Fu Shanyue was.
The appearance is exactly the same as that of humans, but the demon power is very strong, and it also likes to absorb the essence and blood of monsters or humans.
There really is such a kind of monster that meets the above requirements, but strictly speaking it is not a monster, but a monster.
This is Ba.
After death, a person turns into a corpse by chance and walks around the world without fear of sunlight.
The conditions for the formation of charm are harsh, and they were rare even in ancient times. In today's world, well, it would probably be able to enter an exhibition hall.
He Lingchuan didn't expect that he was so lucky, and it was rare for him to be an enemy.
Seeing that Fu Shan was stepping forward more and more, He Lingchuan tilted the bottle outward: "Take another step forward and I'll pour it."
Below is the crack in the ground. No matter how good Fushan is, he can't save the liquid in the bottle.
He had no choice but to stop: "This thing is useless to you, but it is the key to my breakthrough."
"What's the key to your breakthrough?" He Lingchuan felt even more strange, "You are Mei. Even if you use external force, isn't the key to your breakthrough being blood-sucking?"
"certainly."
He Lingchuan frowned: "Do you know what this is?"
Fushan Yue didn't answer.
He Lingchuan immediately tipped the bottle.
Fushan Yue could only say: "It is said that there are still a few true dragon eggs left in the world. These are the fetal blood and bone marrow extracted from the eggs."
"You mean, this is dragon marrow?" He Lingchuan's tone became very strange, "Dragon marrow from dragon marrow and phoenix liver?"
"Yes."
"You want to drink this stuff to improve your cultivation?"
"What is the problem?"
He Lingchuan touched his nose and found it difficult not to laugh.
Fu Shanyue frowned, secretly thinking about how to kill this guy later. Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan
Suddenly he asked him again: "I heard that the King of Chiyan is also a charm. Do you have anything to do with it?"
The Chiyan Kingdom is the demon kingdom with the shortest history in Bejia. It seems that it has only been established for more than 150 years, and the King of Chiyan is the last demon king to appear in the past two hundred years.
Fushan Yue didn't answer.
The next second, He Lingchuan took back the bottle, re-corked it and threw it back to Fu Shanyue.
This move made Fushan Yue confused: "What are you doing?"
Are there still fools in the world who throw dragon marrow to others?
"I wish you good luck." He Lingchuan jumped back and fell into the mountain.
Fu Shanyue rushed over to take a look and saw that the guy was swinging to the edge of the high cliff with a hook and rope, and he was planning to ride the goat down the mountain quickly.
But before He Lingchuan could reach the goat, a shadow rose from the terraces and rushed towards him.
Unparalleled wind power.
He Lingchuan happened to be walking outside a cave, but was thrown directly into the cave by the strong wind, and almost hit his face against the wall.
But he reacted very quickly. He took out a stone sculpture of Wind Lion God from his storage ring and put it firmly on the ground.
The surrounding wind suddenly weakened.
At this time, he turned around again and saw Feng Mo.
Returning to the big old book is also in danger.
The size of this guy has actually shrunk again, only being as tall as a person. It looked at Wind Lion Lord and then at He Lingchuan, and roared twice, obviously unhappy with him.
It has spiritual intelligence and knows that Fu Shanyue was coerced by He Lingchuan just now and that the thing is in his hands. So after He Lingchuan returned the wooden bottle, it waited for an opportunity to retaliate.
"Hey, as a person, no, as a person, you need to know how to repay kindness." He Lingchuan groped for a few times on the Wind Lion God, while wagging his finger at the Wind Demon, "If I hadn't interrupted the leader of the escort team's spellcasting just now, You have long been forcibly suppressed by the root ball of King Baoshu."
The fan didn't pay much attention to what he said, but he hesitated and waved twice in front of the Wind Lion Lord. His concern was clearly visible to the naked eye.
This was different from the murderous rage in the previous two times.
But He Lingchuan did not let down his guard and faced the wind demon's true form. Can this stone sculpture still work?
Feng Mo shook his head twice, as if he had made up his mind.
How can we stop moving forward just because of a small stone pier?
These pillars have long since left the place they should be guarding.
It suddenly let out a thundering roar and charged forward.
The wind lion suddenly started shaking and shaking, as if someone was beating it with a stick.
There was a "pop" sound, and the wind lion split open.
Fu Shanyue, who was watching the battle not far away, saw this and shook his head.
The Wind Lion God indeed has the function of warding off wind and suppressing evil spirits, but the effectiveness of any magical power has an upper limit and a limit. It has no problem suppressing ordinary Gang Feng, but it can deal with Wind Demon————
