On the morning of the third day, Du Mock Feng walked quickly up the stone steps to a certain peak.

On the top of the mountain, Wei Xingzhen held her arms in her arms and stood there without squinting.

Hearing Du Mocking's voice, he looked sideways slightly, "Finished checking?" ”

"Half and half." Du mocked the wind and said softly, "After all, there are still four years to go, and I don't know how much more changes will happen." ”

"What's the catch?"

"I have probably found dozens of formations with a backbone structure similar to the Six Fu Garden and its underground passages—my idea is that as long as I find the formation that Feng Yan awakened before she died, it will be equivalent to finding a part of the cause of her death."

Du Weifeng said softly, "In another three or five days, I should be able to go through all the formations recorded in the library, and then, if we look at the clues together." ”

"Good work." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

Du mocked up and followed Wei Xingzhen's gaze to the east—the altar of prayer was like a tiny, fingernail-sized dot in his field of vision.

"Lord Wei has been here for three days?"

Wei Xingzhen looked into the distance and nodded.

Du mocked the wind and looked into the distance, near the prayer altar, that strange and dangerous force was still accumulating, and I don't know when it will reach its peak.

"It doesn't look good." Du mocked the wind and said softly.

Wei Xingzhen did not answer immediately.

He did find it a little strange - but it had nothing to do with the "bad" in Du's mouth.

What really made Wei Xingzhen a little concerned was that the increasingly majestic demonic aura in the distance was quite similar to him.

Although the resemblance was fleeting, Wei Xingzhen could always capture it accurately, making him frown slightly every time.

This monster ...... What exactly is the origin.

Du mocked again, "If Feng Yan misses this time-"

"No," Wei Xingzhen said in a low voice, "Ah Yan, she...... It's just fun. ”

……

At dusk on the third day, under the twilight of the setting sun, thunder was heard from the depths of the earth.

A long-awaited moment has finally arrived.

Hundreds of golden points of light the size of pearls rose from the surface, and then chased Feng Yan from all directions.

The light grazed the rock, and the stone was shattered in an instant; Passing through the trunk of the tree, it leaves a narrow passage straight and hollow in the hugging wood;

Feng Yan jumped lightly in the air and spun sharply.

Golden dots of light followed her closely, like the trail left by flight.

She stepped on the wind, step by step, to the jungle in the heart of the martyrs, where the demonic energy had finally reached a certain peak of fullness, as abundant as overflowing boiling water.

At the moment when Feng Yan landed, a group of light points had already predicted her location. They rolled down like chaotic beads, noisily attacking Feng Yan, leaving no room to dodge.

The sunset on this side was rendered like a hot summer noon in an instant.

After the attack, everything is like a burst of fireworks and disappears with the wind.

Feng Yan stood in the fading light, unharmed.

An equally brilliant golden halo floated around her—the same barrier that had successfully resisted the onslaught of the vines on the day of her wedding. Whether it is faced with the vines of that day or the point of light today, the result is obviously the same.

At this moment, Feng Yan finally saw the body of the monster in front of her.

"See you again." She whispered, "I always thought you were a dryad...... Isn't it? ”

Under the huge inflorescences that are several feet high, the little pale golden flowers sway in the wind – those golden phosphorescent spots are its pollen.

Its gray-green slender leaves stretched out in the demonic aura, and the tip of each leaf had a black-brown spike.

This was the first time Feng Yan had seen such a huge thorny dragon tongue.

At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly understood the reason why Du Weifeng said that this time the monster was more tricky than the pseudo-luan - this dragon tongue no longer had a demon element, and the power of its actions all came from the wild spirits sacrificed by the martyrs.

If it were an ordinary demon slayer standing here today, then he would either not be able to activate his spiritual sense during the battle, or he would have to be blindfolded.

Otherwise, the moment you see the dragon's tongue, your eyes will be burned.

But for Feng Yan, this is not a problem, she does not need to predict the other party's next move with the change of demonic qi - the awareness of the demonic fighting instinct is obviously more accurate than the demonic qi seen by the eyes.

"Why don't you see me in human form?" She looked up and whispered, "I've been waiting for you for three days, and you won't even give me time to sit down and talk to me?" ”

The dragon's tongue replied with a rain of spikes.

Feng Yan had to jump up again, and all the places she passed were pierced by sharp thorns. There were several times when the spikes almost scratched the hem of Feng Yan's clothes, but she dodged it after all.

Feng Yan quietly observed the enemy in front of her.

After flying around it a few times, Feng Yan finally felt the existence of the spirit core at the very core of the inflorescence.

The place where the core was burning was a small flame she had seen in her dreams, and in the center of the flame was a vaguely clear seal totem.

- That's why it's able to feed on wild spirits.

This attack lasted for about three or five rounds, and the flowers and leaves of the great thorny dragon's tongue gradually melted, and the pale girl that she had seen in her aunt's field of vision a few days ago reappeared in the halo.

"Why are you ......" the girl said with a little resentment, "Why...... Don't fight back. ”

Feng Yan did not answer.

The place where she killed the puppet when she was fifteen years old was also nearby.

At that time, she was the same as today, she was slow to kill her, and she was even reluctant to really hurt the beautiful red feathers of the pseudo-luan.

Like a kitten, carefully playing with its prey.

It's just that after hundreds of rounds of fighting, Pseudo-Luan finally realized that he was not an opponent and flapped his wings to escape. Feng Yan only struck at that time, and quickly and decisively took its life.

And today, in the face of this big thorny dragontongue, she doesn't even seem to have the need to kill it - once the plants and trees of the dragontongue genus bloom, almost all of them are at the cost of their own lives.

Even if she doesn't make a move, how many days will this dragon tongue live?

Not to mention, from the moment it really awakened from the formation, Feng Yan felt the determination to die in it, and the determination was mixed with dedicated loyalty and passionate hatred...... and sorrow bordering on despair.

This scene is so similar to the scene near Mingtang - this dragon's tongue almost didn't make a tentative move, and every time it attacked, it directly bet on its own.

Like a moth that keeps putting out a fire.

This innocent and pure will was wrapped in fatalistic paranoia, which almost aroused the unbearable in Feng Yan's heart.

"Who the hell are you fighting for?" In the midst of a quick dodge, Feng Yan spoke softly, "Who told you that I would hurt Lord Wei?" ”

"You can't fool me anymore, Feng Yan."

"I didn't lie to you." Feng Yan said softly, "I never thought of harming Wei Xingzhen's life—"

Dragontongue sneered, "I'll only ...... Believe what I've seen with my own eyes—"

"You saw it with your own eyes?" Feng Yan frowned, "What did you see with your own eyes?" ”

The huge spike shattered an entire altar in the next moment, and half of the mountain fell with rocks.

Feng Yan kept trying to settle the dragon's tongue, but to no avail.

The sky was getting darker, more and more wild spirits were gathering in this area, and Feng Yan was also aware of a new danger - what if this dragon tongue did not intend to sneak into Luoyang, but simply awakened the Spirit River in Daizong Mountain?

Such a possibility is not impossible, after all, at this moment, for this dragon tongue, it seems that there is nothing more important than killing Feng Yan.

"I thought we could sit down and talk." Feng Yan said softly, "...... I'm sorry. ”

She suddenly changed her previous dodge and headed straight for the center of the inflorescence.

The dragon's tongue instantly opened all of its shell, and Feng Yan raised his hand, as if plucking a string, and simply cut through the armor.

Countless branches and vines also suddenly turned into spider silk at this time, and they wrapped around Feng Yan's hands and feet without saying anything, and the spirit core in front of him changed color in an instant.

All this, as if planned for a long time, is almost a reappearance of that day's dream.

Feng Yan finally understood, it turned out that this was the hole card of the dragon's tongue.

All the demonic energy is just a trick to frighten people, and the real killer is here - the inflorescence itself is a trap, just waiting for Feng Yan's side to take the initiative to attack, her battle spirit will be the key to starting all this.

Feng Yan laughed indifferently.

"You're still ...... Didn't know me well enough. She said softly, "If you didn't take my life in the Wei Mansion that day, you have no chance of winning." ”