Chapter Twenty-Six: The Weasel
What kind of feeling is that, as if countless ghosts are around you, which is terrifying.
The whining wind came from all directions, the leaves fell wildly, and the trunks writhed, which was extremely eerie.
It was as if a woman's cry came from nowhere, dusty.
It seemed that something unseen was around them.
Spreading his wings, Peng's face was white and frightened, he ran over and hugged one of Fang Yan's thighs, and cried: "I'll just say, there is a big murderer in this place, let's leave quickly." ”
Li Jiaoer scolded him with contempt, as a woman, she was much stronger than him.
"Can you have some backbone?" Fang Yan scolded in a low voice.
He doesn't believe that there is any big culprit, and even if there is, then arrest him, suppress the man, and warm the bed for the woman.
A pair of black wings spread out from behind him, flapping, sending him high into the air.
"Big brother, if you want to escape, wait for me. The ostrich screamed.
Fang Yan looked at this idiot speechlessly, letting him stay below.
He just flew up to a height of about ten meters to observe the situation.
Looking down from the sky, everything was calm and nothing out of the ordinary.
It's nothing more than the wind carrying leaves and dust, and the chill that chills in the back.
What the hell is going on, he uses his soul power, and invisible ripples emanate from his forehead.
"Hum. ”
It seemed to have touched something, it should be a living thing, Fang Yan was surprised.
But then, his face changed.
According to his detection, these living creatures were densely packed and spread halfway up the mountainside, exuding a billowing ferocious aura.
"Get out of there. He shouted anxiously.
When Li Jiao'er and the ostrich heard this, they also knew that Fang Yan must have detected something, and immediately wanted to leave.
But just as they were leaving, a wall of wind blocked their way.
"Damn, what is this?" cried the ostrich.
Li Jiao'er took out the short sword and urged it to hit the wind wall.
Suddenly, a terrible scream came out, and small beasts the size of leather balls appeared in front of them.
The little beasts were throbbing, so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and they were able to merge with the wind.
Their eyes are red and they have a violent gaze.
Terrible fangs lined their mouths, giving off a shiny glow.
The gray skin has hair like steel needles, like a weasel, but even more ferocious.
Long, curved blades like scythes grow on their bodies, some on the top of their heads, some on their arms, and some on their lower legs.
But the shape is different, there are large knives, there are also similar to springs bent seven hundred and twenty degrees, exuding a silver glow, and the end is extremely sharp.
Their strength is not very strong, all of them are in the Jiuyang realm, but they are better in number and fast.
"It's a scythe. Fang Yan had already come to the ground at this time, and he said with a solemn face.
No wonder the mountain is so terrifying, and the first trouble it just encountered is so difficult, let alone afterward.
"Ahh
Fang Yan looked over and found that on the ostrich's thigh, a small wound had cracked open, and blood was flowing out.
He reminded aloud: "The scythe's attack is invisible and painless, so be careful." “
If it was a few dozens, Fang Yan and they would easily solve it, but this half of the mountainside was densely packed with sickles, which made people have to have a headache.
Fang Yan opened the aura light curtain to protect Li Jiao'er, here, she was the only one who was weaker and had no aura to protect her body.
Countless sickles formed a wall of wind, blocking their way and coming, leaving them in a dilemma
In the center of the flock was a huge one, two or three times larger than the others.
It stared at Fang Yan and them, its mouth sneering, as if it was giving orders.
In the end, one by one, the sickles all rushed towards Fang Yan and them, and the shiny scythes carried a cold glow.
This scene was simply numb, and countless wind shadows greeted you.
Fang Yan held up a curtain of light, enveloping the three of them.
The scythe swarms slammed into the light curtain without fear of death, and their bodies were shattered by the aura on the light curtain, scattering blood.
Even so, it still can't stop them.
In their eyes, the gaze of the prey is shot upside down, without the slightest emotion.
After a while, there were already cracks on the light curtain, and it looked crumbling.
It can't go on like this, Fang Yan thought to himself.
He went straight to the outside of the light curtain and fought the scythe head-on.
Xiao Tianlei's body was urged by him, and his body exuded a little bit of thunder, and he smashed the sickle with one punch, and at the same time urged the Pure Demon Sutra to protect the body.
The sickle continued to bite at it, but it mitigated the impact on the light curtain.
The black giant palm floated in front of Fang Yan, and he waved the giant palm and slapped the scythe group.
Patches of sickles were bombarded, but their numbers were not reduced.
This gave him a terrible headache, and if he did, he would have died here today.
Seeing this, the ostrich also ran out to help him share the damage.
But his body was not as good as Fang Yan after all, and after a while, his body was covered with injuries, small wounds cracked open one after another, and Yin Yin's blood flowed out.
Fang Yan's condition is not too good, and there are scars on his body.
The scythes of these scythes are so sharp that they can cut open their flesh without feeling any pain on them.
"It's time to try this trick!" Fang Yan roared.
Immediately, he sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the scythe's attack.
In a short time, the dense sickle had already wrapped him into a zongzi, and Li Jiaoer and the ostrich were shocked.
The ostrich shouted, "Big brother, you won't die like this!"
He spread his eagle claws, peeling away the scythe group outside Fang Yan's body little by little.
What caught his eye was a large black bell, different from the one used by Qi Da.
This bell is extremely real, and the old and mysterious pattern of wood coils around the body of the clock, opening up a space.
Fang Yan was inside the big bell, covered in blood.
"Big Picture Floating Clock!" he growled.
Immediately, the clock spiraled upwards and stopped at a height of half a foot, dripping and turning.
Fang Yan clasped his hands together and snorted lightly.
The bell seemed to be alive, and countless black light bells burst out, like black lines, and suddenly shot into the body of the sickle.
"Poof, poof, poof, poof. ”
Nearly half of the scythes died under this technique, and with the death of one by one, their pressure was instantly much less.
However, this did not make Fang Yan relax his vigilance, and it was the Weasel King who was really tricky.
The Weasel King was also instantly furious when he saw so many dead and wounded.
It let out a roar, and suddenly, all the remaining sickles rushed towards Fang Yan again.
However, the big picture floating bell could no longer send out such an attack at this time, Fang Yan could only raise the big bell and smash it like a hammer.
For a time, blood was all over the place.
Fang Yan had already seen that all the weasels were under the orders of that weasel king, as long as they captured it, they could solve the problem.
"Protect her. Fang Yan said to the ostrich, and immediately rushed up with the big bell.
The black bell whined as he waved it, and the sickle that came in the open could not stop him at all.
Seeing this, the Weasel King pressed his palms to the ground, and it opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs.
Suddenly, an invisible energy fluctuation struck, and Fang Yan felt dizzy.
"What's going on?" he thought to himself.