Thanks to the fact that he was riding a rock sheep, the horse could not jump up and down on such a rugged terrace.

"Hurry, hurry!" He Lingchuan urged Yanyang, but he was very urgent. Shi Er didn't know why, but when he wanted to return to the team, he also gave him directions, "There is still a path. It's a bit steeper, but if you go down from there, you can get ahead of the caravan. "The winding mountain road taken by the escort team almost circled most of the Wind Demon Mountain, and the two of them climbing the mountain was equivalent to taking a shortcut.

It's just that this shortcut is too difficult to walk, and normal teams can't choose it.

At this time, people came in from several paths one after another, both men and women, and they were amazed to see the ancient ruins.

These were all guests of other caravans who came up for sightseeing, and everyone came up according to the established route, more than a step slower than them.

He Lingchuan had just jumped near the path into the mountain, when a whistling whistle suddenly sounded behind him.

To be honest, the wind here is very changeable, like a wolf howling, like a ghost crying, like a tiger roaring, like a whistle, you can listen to anything.

But the whistle in the rear is three long and two short, and a series of rapid sounds behind it are obviously not natural wind sounds.

He Lingchuan's ears moved, and when he looked back, he saw a person standing on the edge of the ground, holding a long whistle in his hand.

The other whistles are short, an inch long at most. The green whistle in his hand is like a half-cut chopstick, like bamboo but not bamboo, like jade but not jade, and there are knots on it.

And the sound he blew was actually softer and thicker than the whistle, like a whale moan.

This person also used real power to blow the whistle, so that the whistle could not be dispersed and not covered by the surrounding noise.

No one could stand the wind sword and frost sword on the top of the mountain, everyone was wearing thick felt hats or scarves to cover their faces, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, including He Lingchuan and Shi Er.

But if this person wants to blow the whistle, he can only remove the face towel and reveal his true face.

Fushiyama Yue!

Looking at the face that was becoming more and more familiar, He Lingchuan's heart suddenly shook.

Sure enough, this man escaped from Fufeng City and continued his mission without giving up.

But the envoy of the Yamawa Kingdom was obviously returning to the east, why didn't Fushanyue chase him, but followed him here?

Could it be that his goal has changed?

Fu Shanyue looked up as he whistled, his eyes turning red.

Although his behavior was strange, the other tourists would not stop him, only one of them complained, "Be quiet, don't cause an avalanche!"

Only He Lingchuan raised his eyes and looked around, and was about to jump onto the stone path, when he suddenly turned the sheep's head, causing it to jump directly into a deep groove on the side of the mountain.

The mountain walls are full of grooves eroded by the wind and snow, and the large ones can accommodate houses, and the small ones can only burrow into a squirrel.

It's a dead hole, and there's no passage behind it.

There seem to be three large characters carved on the rock wall, which need to be carefully recognized.

Shi Er was puzzled: "Brother He, what are you?" Aren't you going down the mountain?

At this moment, there was a sudden strange sound from the belly of the mountain, like a trapped beast not being able to come out of its nest, full of irritability and irritation, so the sound was particularly loud like thunder.

The most important thing is that this sound comes from the cracks in the ground!

It's like some monster is about to jump out of it.

The whistle guy was also backing up to the mountain wall, but the whistle didn't stop.

At this moment, there was also a young man in his early twenties standing at the crack of the ground, teasing his companion: "Ouch, what are you afraid of, the Wind Demon has already been *** by the Treasure Tree King. This little noise is nothing but empty air! 「

As a result, as soon as the words came out, a violent wind blew out of the cracks in the ground!

None of the people standing at the crack were blown away to the outside, and the most unlucky person who had just made fun of him was actually lifted by the strong wind and went directly to the sky.

He Lingchuan built the scaffold with his hands, and visually measured that the height at which he flew up was at least ten ...... No, seventeen or eighteen.

Well, there's only one way to die if you fall.

The wind that rushed out of the cracks in the ground did not go out of the hole as usual, but echoed in the belly of this circular mountain in circles and circles. Every time it passes, the wind gets a little stronger, woo

The sound of the wind has also increased a little, but the "volume" of the wind seems to have shrunk.

The dozen or so tourists who went up the mountain for sightseeing also fell into the frieze and were swept into it at once. Using them as a reference, He Lingchuan could see that the radius of their spinning was getting smaller and smaller.

At the same time, gravel, mud, sand, and snow were also sucked in and mixed together.

These people could scream a few times at first, and then they were directly smashed unconscious.

With these sundries colored, He Lingchuan finally saw the appearance of the "wind" clearly:

A standard tornado, big on the top and small on the bottom.

The top two clouds are pitch black, like eyes.

He Lingchuan and Yan Yang both stood against the depths of the mountain wall, and such a strong wind could not blow them.

The only person still standing in the field was the whistleblower. The tornado seemed to avoid him in particular.

"This, this is the Wind Demon?" Shi Er's eyes straightened in shock, and he was stunned for a few breaths and suddenly shouted, "How is this possible!"

This road has been safe for hundreds of years, and even he has walked several times, why did he suddenly encounter a wind demon this time?

Is this a living hell!

Didn't the Wind Demon be killed by the Treasure Tree King?

He hurriedly asked He Lingchuan, "Brother He, how do you know that this thing is coming out?"

But He Lingchuan actually turned a deaf ear, but carefully observed one thing:

A sculpture of the Wind Lion.

Yes, there are also two Wind Lion Lords in this groove, one on the left and one on the left. The one on the left is one man tall, and the one on the right is three feet tall.

He Lingchuan stared wide-eyed at the back of the Wind Lion Master, and at the same time asked an inexplicable question: "There is no wind in this groove, why?"

In order not to be swept away, he also hid the rock sheep in the depths. Standing here without wind at all, it's as if a tornado selectively ignored this groove.

He had just taken a few more steps outside, and at most he felt only a breeze blowing on his face, as if he was in two worlds from the apocalyptic scene outside.

Shi Er was still in shock, and repeated in a daze: "Why?"

At present, does Brother He still pay attention to such details?

He also turned to He Lingchuan's side, and saw that the snow on the back of the Wind Lion Lord had been wiped off, revealing fine lines.

Is there a formation behind the sculpture?

"Maybe it's because of them." He Lingchuan casually pointed down, "Look at the terraces below, there is a Wind Lion Master nearby, which one is damaged?"

Shi Er's master subconsciously lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the terraced fields with the wind lion were still covered with thick snow, and they were not sucked into the tornado; And where there is no wind lion in the town, it is as if it has just been cleaned by a vacuum cleaner, clean and tidy.

Yes, yes, the role of the Wind Lion Lord is to ward off the wind and suppress evil!

It's no wonder that the Ethereal Sect wants to place the Wind Lion Lord everywhere in his territory, it turns out that it is used to ward off the Wind Demon.

"These sculptures are carefully refined and then engraved into formations, not ordinary goods." He Lingchuan roughly read the formation, and his heart was settled.

There are a lot of formation maps hidden in the Wenxuan Pavilion of Panlong City, especially the battle formations, and he has not seen less.

Even if you can't be proficient, at least it's not a problem to identify the authenticity.

He glanced at Fu Shanyue again, and found that this person was indeed standing around the Wind Lion Lord, even if he faced the Wind Demon, he was just wearing his clothes flying.

By this time, the tornado in the belly of the mountain had become smaller and smaller.

However, this shrinkage is not reassuring, but rather like compressing a balloon to the limit, and when it reaches a critical point, it will burst.

When the radius of the wind circle was only three zhang, the tornado let out an earth-shattering roar.

If the sky is sympathetic, it was originally a clear sky, but suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and a large cloud floated from nowhere, quickly blocking the bright sun.

The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds overwhelmed the city.

Fu Shanyue had already climbed to a high place, and at this time he simply stretched out his hand and pointed to the escort on the opposite mountain road.

This action is murderous.

As if receiving a killing order, the tornado roared out of the golden top of the Wind Demon Mountain, rushing all the way to the opposite side!

Shi Er's master shouted, "Is this person crazy, he actually summoned the Wind Demon to attack the guards!"

"He's not crazy, he's here to kill!" Fu Shanyue has always been purposeful in doing things, I don't know what happened to the guards this time, could it be that he also coveted the spirit seed of the Treasure Tree King?

He Lingchuan grabbed the ice and snow from the ground, slapped it on the inscription on the rock wall and rubbed it.

Bai Xue fell into the tracing, and he finally saw the stone carvings of the ancient immortals:

Wind Bo Rock.

Shi Er stayed at home for a while, and suddenly said to He Lingchuan: "Thank you Brother He for reminding you, otherwise the caravan will be over!"

Now he could see that the convoy was the target of the whistleblower. Fortunately, he listened to He Lingchuan's words and let the Shimen caravan lag behind the escort team for more than ten miles, so as to avoid the disaster of the pond fish.

This caravan was the work of his two brothers for half their lives, and if it was destroyed by the Wind Demon, it would be a great loss of vitality.

Noble man, this is really a noble man's help.

"Yes." He Lingchuan smiled and stretched out his leg to stretch a stone tile down the mountain.

His footwork was good, and his head was good, and the stone tiles rolled over and over the terraces, getting faster and faster, until they finally fell to the long crack in the ground.

The stone tile entered the crack in the ground, as if the wood had fallen into the water, and it was dangling out of thin air for a long time under He Lingchuan's nose, and suddenly floated again.

This is what Shi Er's master said before, there is a strange scene of "falling objects not sinking" in the ground.

Strong winds from the ground blow up objects that fall into the cracks in the ground.

In other words, the anomalies in the previous cracks were all due to the Wind Demon?

What is this guy doing inside, ambush + charging?

The whistle was blown by Fushanyue, so where did he get another wind demon?

Most importantly, why did Fushanyue attack the Treasure Tree King's escorts? Can a normal person do such a thing?

He Lingchuan thought about it and made a small experiment:

He put both Wind Lion Masters in storage rings.

The full mountain wind outside suddenly poured in, blowing mercilessly across every inch of the stone surface.

This confirms that He Lingchuan's guess is right, this thing is a wind.

He put the Wind Lion Lord back again, said to Shi Er's master, "Stay here and don't run around", then rode on the rock sheep, went to the top of the mountain along the mountain wall, and picked a few nearly one-man tall Wind Lion Lord on the way.

Be prepared.