But this time, Long Aotian used all his strength, and the giant sword faintly emitted a faint golden light, constantly converging towards the light at the tip of the sword, and the last angry shout came out, and the original little light was as bright as a star, dazzling.

The other fell silent, as if in the midst of a sacrifice. The world seems to have fallen into an eternal slumber, the age of living beings has come to an end, and that little light, light or darkness, is the last cry to try to re-illuminate the whole world.

Finally, two distinct lights began to approach, as if two stars had crossed the endless time and space, destined for a great destruction.

One side is getting brighter and brighter, while the other side is gradually dimming.

Long Aotian snorted coldly in his heart, and said disdainfully: "Such an unbearable trick, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me Long Aotian?"

The light finally dimmed completely, and a heavy breath appeared out of thin air, and in that heavy breath there were countless screams of ghosts.

It was the voice of the god of sacrifice, Feng Budu had heard it many times, sometimes the sword of the god of sacrifice would make this strange sound, at first he thought it was the hallucination caused by his inability to control the god of sacrifice, but then he gradually understood that it was a real voice.

Long Aotian had already rushed over, and the murderous aura in the fierce sword aura and the dazzling light was not hidden in the slightest.

"Die!" Long Aotian was about to stab into Feng Budu's body.

But I only heard a faint chuckle, and said, "I'm too happy!"

As soon as the voice fell, the light that had been extinguished suddenly reappeared, and although it was still on and off, this time the flicker had a certain strong rhythm, giving the illusion that the newborn's heart was pulsating hard.

Long Aotian's star-like light dimmed instantly, and after a little hesitation, it was extinguished forever. The two swords clashed-for-tat, and the only remaining bit of light suddenly burst into a terrifying white light, and a poisonous snake followed Long Aotian's giant sword, engulfing Long Aotian in an instant.

A thunderous scream came out, the heavens and the earth gradually returned to clarity, and Long Aotian had already flown out dozens of feet, kneeling on the ground and supporting his tall body with a pair of blood-drenched arms.

"How is this possible? This is impossible!" Long Aotian's blood surged, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, he looked up at the mysterious man, his eyes were full of doubts: "Who are you?"

"You don't have to ask who I am, and you don't need to know who I am!" the mysterious man came to Long Aotian's side, "But I want you to understand that I don't like people using my things either!"

"What do you mean?" Long Aotian was puzzled.

As soon as the mysterious man's arm was raised, the demon dust turned into a seemingly powerless flame and rushed into Long Aotian's body, and Long Aotian immediately let out another thunderous scream.

"What are you going to do?" Long Aotian crawled backwards, trying to dodge in horror.

"I said I don't like people using my stuff!" the mysterious man chuckled faintly.

Long Aotian seemed to understand something, and looked closely, but his face turned pale with shock. "You took it...... You, how is this possible?" all traces of "silence" were erased on the dragon hunting arrow smelted in his body.

At that moment, he barely reacted. When he went to inspect the dragon hunting arrow from Feng Budu, he found that it was the same situation, and there was not the slightest trace of "silence" left.

There is no trace on the dragon hunting arrow, which means that he will never be able to use "silence" again.

"This trick belongs to the real powerhouse, you can't understand its true meaning, and you are not qualified to use it!" The mysterious man waved his robe, the cold murderous aura loomed, and the air was suddenly condensed, "Today I will let you go, but remember, if you dare to step into the Immortal Mountain for half a step in the future, then stay in the Immortal Mountain forever!"

Long Aotian clutched his chest, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard clearly, but his eyes were staring at the mysterious man, he stopped for a moment and turned around and walked somewhere, pulled the yellow crane out of the square, and stepped on the void and left.

The mysterious man looked in the direction of the sand falls, and a glimmer of light sank into the wind's body, causing the latter to fall into a deep sleep.

"Bai Mei, did he really leave?"

Bai Mei appeared in the square with a sarcophagus, landed in front of the mysterious man, and bowed respectfully: "Hey, my lord, he really left the Immortal Mountain this time!"

"That's good!" The mysterious man suddenly staggered, stretched out his hand and took the animal skin out of thin air, the traces of the picture on it were already very faint, "I can't hold on for long, take it back and make up for it!"

Bai Mei carefully took the animal skin with both hands, looked at the sleeping Feng Budu again, and asked, "My lord, his meridians are completely destroyed, can he still be saved?"

"You want me to save him?" the mysterious man chuckled, "then you'd underestimate him!"

"Bai Mei understands!" Bai Mei nodded.

"Do you know how to be in control?" the figure of the mysterious man gradually dimmed.

"Yes. Bai Mei nodded again, "Say what should be said, and never say what shouldn't be said." ”

The mysterious man nodded, and the figure disappeared into the void completely.

Bai Mei got up, carefully rolled up the animal skin in his hand, carried the wind and crossed the really soft and boneless body, jumped onto the sarcophagus, and a strange phrase came out, and the sarcophagus rumbled and fell towards the palm of the giant god in the center of the square.

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It was already seven days after the wind did not cross and woke up.

In the past seven days, Bai Mei tried many times to help him recover his body, but found that he was not good at treatment, especially Long Aotian's methods were too vicious, and it was even more difficult to help Feng Budu.

"Ah, are you awake?" Bai Mei didn't seem too worried.

Feng Budu just let out a soft "um" and never spoke again.

"What are you going to do next?" Bai Mei asked again.

"Shouldn't you think of a way to save me?" asked the Wind Monster, "You are the legendary White Charm, there must be a lot of means, it shouldn't be difficult to save someone!"

"No, Bai Mei only knows how to turn a dead person into a mountain ghost, but he doesn't know how to repair a completely ruined body!" Bai Mei refused him.

Feng Budu couldn't cry or laugh, and could only sigh: "Is there such a magical thing in the world?!"

Just when the two were rubbing against each other, a figure gently galloped from the sand waterfall, it was Fu Qiao.

When Fu Qiao saw Bai Mei and Feng Bucrossing, the surprise in his eyes couldn't be calmed down for a long time: "Sure enough, it's you!

Although Feng Budu couldn't move, when he heard the voice, he immediately knew who it was, and said with a smile: "You haven't left yet!"

Seven days ago, Fu Qiao could only watch Long Aotian refine the Yan Dragon, but he couldn't do anything about it, and quietly escaped when Long Aotian captured the Wind Budu Dragon Hunting Arrow, but he did not immediately escape from the Immortal Mountain.

"You won't blame me, will you?" asked Fu Qiao.

"If I were you, I would do the same, why resent it?"

For Fu Qiao's escape, Feng Budu can fully understand, if he is Fu Qiao, he will make the same choice, after all, in front of the powerful Long Aotian, keeping the last Long Yuan is the only thing Fu Qiao can do.

Fu Qiao sighed, walked in front of Feng Budu, and squatted down.

A touch of Xuan Qi penetrated into Feng Budu's body, but his expression was extremely dignified, and after about half an hour, Fu Qiao said: "You are helpless!"

Feng Budu smiled and said, "Why do you think I'm hopeless?"

Fu Qiao raised his eyebrows and said, "The Xuan Vein is completely ruined, no bone is good, and even every muscle is declining rapidly." Is there a way to save such a body?"

Feng Budu said calmly: "Actually, I thought that there might be this day, but I didn't expect it to come so soon!"

"What do you mean?" Fu Qiao's brows fell.

Feng Budu said: "Please help me check the middle finger of my right hand!"

Fu Qiao didn't know what the wind didn't mean, but he still checked it for him suspiciously, and soon he noticed that something was wrong.

The bones of the middle finger of Feng Budu's right hand were destroyed, and the muscles were also destroyed, but although the meridians in this hand were destroyed, the destroyed meridians were extremely complex, and the complexity was even more than that of ordinary monks.

Fu Qiao's eyes showed a look of admiration: "You spent a lot of energy on this finger before!"

The foundation of a monk's cultivation is the meridians and acupoints in the body, and there are 361 acupoints and 14 acupoints in the physical body.

The essence of the Xuan Mai is that the extremely complex meridians are kinked in the dantian, as the hub of all the meridians and acupoints of the human body, it is the core of the monk, once the Xuan Mai is destroyed, there is no way to talk about cultivation.

The method mainly relies on the main acupoints, while the method mainly relies on the meridians. Ordinary monks who specialize in magic often develop the fourteen canons and then further develop the hidden sutras in their bodies.

The Qi Sutra is extremely small, covering every part of the human body, even a small piece of skin hides thousands of Qi Sutras, and it is extremely difficult to accurately control the Xuan Qi to swim in the Qi Sutra, and the slightest carelessness of the Xuan Qi will wash away the Qi Sutra, causing irreparable damage. Therefore, only warlocks with extremely high talent can develop them.

And Feng Budu's development of this finger is even more than that of a monk who specializes in magic, and a small vein has faintly formed in it.

"That's right. Feng Budu said, "I have a string of prayer beads, and some restored divine power, as long as my demon finger can be restored, the rest of the things will be much easier!"

Fu Qiao blinked, shook his head again, and said bluntly: "You can think so far when you are young, and you will have it in the future?"

Feng Budu smiled bitterly: "It's just a toss when I'm bored, I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!"

Fu Qiao didn't say much, just groped a little on Feng Budu's body, and then found the string of prayer beads and gently wrapped them around Feng Budu's finger. The rosary seemed to sense that the situation of Feng Budu's finger was not optimistic, and a faint light poured in, and about half an hour later, Feng Budu's finger suddenly moved slightly.

"Okay!" Feng Budu breathed a sigh of relief, "I want to trouble you to cross some of my mysteries!"

Fu Qiao crossed some more Xuan Qi to his fingers.

As soon as the Xuan Qi crossed in, Fu Qiao's eyes widened in surprise, his fingers were really self-contained, and the Xuan Qi began to swim quickly in the strange scriptures inside.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"It's a restoration. ”

"Oh, I see!"

The Inner Breath Technique was created by the Heavenly Lin Holy Lord, and it is a kind of repair technique that is so strong that it is perverted, although the Demon Finger can only run the simplest repair technique, but this is enough, and it is only a matter of time before the wind does not cross the body and recovers.

[End of this volume]