Chapter 2 The Gods Rise to the Wind
"Uh-"
Feiyang had a splitting headache, and his feet were weak and he collapsed to the ground, but he was grabbed by the demon behind him and couldn't move.
She held her heart in one hand and struggled to pop a few words out of her mouth: "You...... Let go of me! I really ...... I can't stand it anymore!"
The demon was also stunned when he saw this, because Feiyang's reaction was too big, not to mention that he hadn't entered the enchantment of the demon world, even if he walked in, the miasma would not erode the human body so quickly.
"Little girl, don't pretend to be here for me, come with me!" he said that, ignoring the flying of pain, he dragged straight into the enchantment.
In the air, which was originally only wrapped in painted sand, through the touch of the demon, a faint black barrier immediately appeared, and the lines like water waves startled by stones were spreading layer by layer, rippling into the sky.
But Feiyang only half of his body entered the enchantment, and he couldn't breathe, and his whole body convulsed and fell to the ground, and even the demon couldn't lift her.
"Don't go any further!" a disciple of the Immortal Sect ran forward a few steps forward with a sword: "Hurry up and let her go! We promise with our personality that we will never catch up again!"
The demon saw that this person said something sincere, and when he looked at Fei Yang's expression again, it didn't look like a fake, not only his face was pale, cold sweat was dripping, but even the green tendons on his eyebrows and feet were clearly visible.
"It's so uncomfortable...... Feiyang grabbed the placket of his clothes, so hard that his fingers turned white, and his trembling purple lips squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "What's there...... I'm about to tear my ...... Body...... Uh-a-ah......"
The demon was stunned for a moment, thinking of Feiyang's current situation, it would be a burden to drag her again, and he had already entered the enchantment with half a foot, and there was a safe area behind him, so there was no need to take her with him again, thinking of this, the demon wanted to let go of his hand and escape on his own.
But he didn't want to, but when the demon was distracted, a breaking force suddenly came from the clouds above, with a hurricane, cutting through the sky, and pressing on everyone on the earth at an extremely fast speed, so that the demon behind Feiyang and the two immortal disciples not far away were all oppressed by this force in an instant and fell to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.
This hurricane with strong pressure hovered over the border between the Gobi and the jungle for a long time before it gradually dissipated.
The demon man blinked, quickly looked around through the wind and sand, and just when he thought that there were no other people from the Immortal Sect coming, he was surprised to find that on top of the six-zhang high giant sword, there was a man in a white robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at him condescendingly.
The demon swallowed his dry throat and said in a dumb voice, "Helper, who are you?!"
The man didn't move, but his eyes rolled, and he glanced at the flying that was rolling in pain beside the demon before he said, "You don't care who I am, let go of the person in your hand, and run for your life." ”
This person's voice is not loud, but because of the support of the immortal power behind him, every word he says can be clearly conveyed to the ears of the people present, his voice is elegant and indifferent, but there is a sense of arrogance in his eyes.
The demon man rolled his eyes, thinking that this person's Taoism was higher than the previous two immortal disciples, and if this person wanted to chase the Dao Demon Realm to kill him, it would not be impossible to think about it.
Thinking of this, the demon grabbed Feiyang like a thunderbolt and was about to retreat into the enchantment, and the two immortal disciples rushed over to make the final battle when they saw this, but obviously no matter how fast they were, it was impossible to catch up. However, as soon as the two Xianmen disciples took a step, they saw that the demon man suddenly struck a stir the moment he touched Feiyang, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into powder, mixed with the wind and sand floating in the air, and I don't know where it drifted to.
“......”
The two Immortal Sect disciples looked at each other in shock, and they were shocked by the calm person who stood on top of the giant sword as if he had never made a move at all.
I saw that the man took a slight step, as if the wind lifted him down, and let him slowly fall to Feiyang, who was kicking his feet again and again, but his strength was getting smaller and smaller, without caring about his white clothes, he squatted down on one knee elegantly, and held Feiyang, who was dusty all over his body, in his arms, and with the other hand, he gently took away Feiyang's hand that was desperately protecting his heart, and caressed it instead.
After a while, Feiyang gradually calmed down, but because of the experience just now, his consciousness and strength still did not fully recover.
"Thank you for your help. One of the Immortal Sect disciples took the sword and stepped forward and waved his hand: "We are disciples of the Nine Immortal Mountain, I don't know who the immortal friends are?"
Jiuxian Mountain is the most respected of all the immortal sects, and those who cultivate immortals all give a little bit of thin noodles to the disciples of Jiuxian Mountain. But when this person heard this, he didn't even look back and said to the two Xianmen disciples: "You know, even your head Tianxingzi is not qualified to talk to me. ”
The disciple of the Immortal Sect frowned unhappily when he heard this, and said, "Immortal Friend's words are too unreasonable. ”
Another Xianmen disciple grabbed his arm in time and signaled him not to talk nonsense, while he said, "I don't know if it's convenient for the seniors to tell us the name, so that we can also know who the person who helped us is." ”
Seeing that Feiyang had calmed down a lot, the man picked her up easily, and without squinting, he passed over the two Xianmen disciples who were still waiting for him to answer, and indifferently left two words: "Chaofeng." ”
As soon as these two words came out, the two Immortal Sect disciples were immediately shocked, but when they turned around, they were nowhere to be seen.
"Chaofeng?Could he be the Chaofeng God?!Isn't this giant sword left by the Chaofeng God?"
Another Immortal Sect disciple also said with a little excitement on his face: "This kind of immortal method and bearing, it should be the wind that is correct! No wonder he would say that even the head of the sect is not qualified to talk to him." ”
"But why is a god like him here?"
The Immortal Sect disciple shook his head: "How do I know? ”
"Good!"
After the two Immortal Sect disciples agreed, they immediately rose up with their swords and went straight to the Nine Immortal Mountain.
......
Feiyang had a dream, dreaming that he returned to the broken temple with two eggs in his hand, and was about to open the meat for himself, but before the water was boiled, the broken temple was blown down by a shocking wind, not only smashed her pot, but also broke her eggs! Feiyang cried loudly at the two broken eggs in the dream: My eggs!
"Master's eggs!!"
Feiyang was frightened by this dream, sat back and woke up, looked around a little dazedly, and found that he was indeed in the temple, and the broken temple really collapsed.
What about my eggs?!!" Feiyang raised her hand to look, but only saw that she was holding a corner of a white textile in her hand, and she looked along the white textile all the way, and was stunned for a moment.
Feiyang has never seen such a good-looking person in his life, dressed in white Sheng Xue, with black hair up to his waist, the hanging hair between the temples on both sides is loosely tied behind his head with a white hairband, under the straight bridge of his nose, a thin lip is actually the color of an ice lotus, and on his face like a crown of jade, the pair of narrow phoenix eyes are looking at her condescendingly.