Alien Dust

Chapter 118: There is never a shortage of seats

The cliff is thousands of feet high, and below it are thick layers of dust clouds.

These thick dust clouds are pebble-like particles evaporated by mythical power. They do not fall, but instead form thick dust clouds of different colors.

The cliffs were steep, and Wu Hen would sometimes use the thick dust clouds of varying heights to climb up. There were also some ancient silver pines growing on the thick dust clouds, and their trunks and roots were places where Wu Hen could stay.

“Sizzle, sizzle~~~~~~~~”

Suddenly, an extremely strong magnetic field appeared around. You could see the leaves of the ancient pine trees began to tremble like silver needles, and their collisions with each other made a terrible sound of metal clanging.

Wu Hen took a deep breath and smelled the familiar breath of thunder and fire in the air. They were rapidly condensing above his head and had formed a terrifying rotating eye of thunder!

The rotating thunder eye was golden, staring at him like the eyes of a devil, carrying tremendous anger!

"Om!!"

Suddenly, magnificent lightning was released from the rotating thunder eyes!
The golden lightning was as thick as a thousand-meter-high mountain. It instantly pierced through several giant thick dust clouds and even turned the silver pines that had grown for thousands of years into nothing!
Fortunately, Wu Hen was already familiar with Du Lei Taipeng's aura. After sensing a large amount of danger, he immediately hid in the thick dust cloud a hundred meters away!
Penetrating thousands of feet, the majestic energy of the Lightning Mountain Pillar formed golden lightning waves beneath the continuous mountains and forests, instantly flattening dozens of kilometers of trees and vegetation.

Wu Hen lowered his head and found himself in a forest of fire. He couldn't imagine if he had been hit by this beam of lightning, not even ashes would be left.

“Buzz!!!!”

Another rotating eye of thunder slowly appeared above Wu Hen.

Wu Hen was about to dodge again, but when he looked up, he found that there was more than one rotating lightning eye above him. It seemed that they gathered all the lightning in this painting world to this piece of sky, and then all of them locked their lightning eyes on him, wanting him to taste the taste of the nine-day thunder tribulation! !
Wu Hen immediately took a deep breath to make sure he would have enough holy energy to mobilize in the future.

Just think about what abilities this half-dead Du Lei Taipeng still has hidden. The Nine Heavens Thunder Eye, which is directly covering with full firepower, is determined to transform his last breath into the power to annihilate himself!
How cruel!
If you don't want to live anymore, take yourself away!

Wu Hen seemed unaware of how much harm he had caused Du Lei Taipeng.

This time, it is difficult for Wu Hen to dodge and he has to fight hard.

There were only steep cliffs and thick dust clouds around, no pig holes.

Gritting his teeth, Wu Hen found a location where the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation Eyes were relatively sparse, intending to withstand the opponent's hatred here.

The holy infant in Dantian burst into dazzling brilliance, and Wu Hen released all of his golden energy, forming a semi-void holy shadow outside his body. This translucent holy shadow was already the limit of what Wu Hen could unleash at his current level!

"boom!!!!!"

The extremely strong lightning struck Wu Hen's body. Wu Hen was like a small carp that was suddenly poured by a raging waterfall. No matter how he swam, he would eventually be knocked to the bottom by the powerful torrent of the waterfall.

But Wu Hen did not surrender. He still continued to use up all the remaining holy energy in his body and stimulated all the genetic potential of his body. He wanted to prevent the holy energy that protected his body from being extinguished, and he also wanted to prevent himself from being blasted directly off the cliff by the golden lightning pillar!
Gradually, Wu Hen not only did not fall, but also rushed upwards towards the powerful Nine-Day Thunder!
Dozens of extremely magnificent golden waterfalls watered the earth with lightning, shaking the ground and mountains. Countless weak mythical species fled from this place. Countless ancient trees that were thousands of years old were destroyed, and even the thick soil and rocks were crushed into dust...

The golden wings of Du Lei Taipeng spread out, level with the sky. The thunder of the nine heavens was rapidly consuming all the life energy in its body. It knew clearly that it would die after this blow, but it could not let this bitch succeed.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, an inconspicuous black figure appeared on both sides of Du Lei Taipeng.

Du Lei Taipeng didn't pay much attention at first, but soon he found a circle of hemp rope wrapped around his body.

"咻~咻~咻~"

The Broken Sword Spirit holding the rope was extremely fast and unknowingly used the rope that was used to tie the human dumpling to wrap around its neck, wing roots, and leg claws several times, and the rope was getting tighter and tighter!

This hemp rope has a very strange restraining power. Once it touches his Thunder Feather, it immediately suppresses the energy it generates. It is like a layer of isolation, or like a seal!
After realizing that this hemp rope was no simple thing and was a special thing used by ancient tribes to restrain people during hunting, Du Lei Taipeng began to struggle hard.

The powerful rotating thunder eye suddenly stopped, and Du Lei Taipeng flapped his wings and struggled frantically with these strange ropes.

It would never have imagined that humans were so despicable that the spirit of a broken sword could actually attack from behind!
"Good job, Yi!"

Wu Hen flew up into the sky in the extinguished lightning. Although his skin was burnt and festered by the electricity, this minor injury was nothing compared to the fact that he could kill a mythical species!
After Xiaoyi completed his mission, he quickly flew towards Wu Hen. The black virtual tail wrapped around Wu Hen's arm and turned into an ancient sword extending from Wu Hen's palm!
The spirit of the broken sword only has the sharp upper half of its body.

And Wu Hen's arm is the lower half of the broken sword, the two are perfectly formed!

"die!"

Wu Hen took another deep breath and flew into the air. He seemed to have transformed into a black ancient sword and slashed towards Du Lei Taipeng.

Du Lei Taipeng could no longer release the mythical aura, and it tried to resist it with its solid wings.

But after these days of fighting, Wu Hen has completely figured out the texture of the golden feather. The seemingly brutal and overbearing sword cut is actually as delicate as a river, cutting along the weak points of the golden feather. His movements are done in one go, and the sword moves like flowing clouds and water, as if only a cold sword edge has passed by!
"Shhh!!"

The golden wing was cut off, and the sword blade pierced through Du Lei Taipeng's neck and sank deeply into the flesh of its neck!

No more blood was spraying, but a large amount of high-temperature gas gushed out of Du Lei Taipeng's body, overflowing like tongues of fire.

"Hey~~~~~"

Du Lei Taipeng let out a wail, but was ultimately no match for this persistent and vicious human, and died tragically under the other's sword.

The huge golden body fell straight down, and hit the mountain basin full of burning fire heavily...

Wu Hen dropped from the sky with his sword in hand and landed in front of the corpse of the Thunder Taipeng.

A wisp of extremely powerful soul breath floated up, as if even after death and turning into a ghost, this mythical species could still fight for a few hundred more rounds.

However, Xiaoyi is not a vegetarian either. Once the food-stealing witch dragon he transformed into attacks and bites, no matter how powerful the creature is, the creature will instantly lose the ability to resist and be taken back by him to be tasted.

“Slurp~Slurp~Slurp~”

Xiaoyi hasn't tasted this mythical creature for a long time, the roasted golden bird, it's extremely delicious!

Wu Hen was not greedy. The ancient people were a collective. Xiaoyi could eat the soul breath as much as he wanted, but the meat had to be carried back for everyone to taste together. After all, he was not the one who really hurt Du Lei Taipeng. He was just doing a finishing job.

Carrying Du Lei Taipeng, Wu Hen, like a tireless ancient fighter, took a step forward and began to cross mountains and rivers again.

Unfortunately, Du Lei Taipeng's blood had been drained.

Otherwise, its essence and blood could nourish his holy infant. Fortunately, during this long battle, his body was constantly absorbing such essence and blood, so it was not all wasted. The holy infant grew bigger.

"When the Holy Infant grows up to be a Holy Child, the totem holy power alone will be at the Heavenly Mang Realm!" Wu Hen couldn't help but feel a little yearning.

Now I have my own evolution chain gate. After my totem bloodline is pure, the path to advancement is no longer closed, but completely open to me...

It's a pity that I haven't mastered any holy decisions of the Totem Holy Sect. I basically rely on my holy breath and brute force to fight. Otherwise, my strength can be taken to a new level.

"How did Master Purple Robe spit out that holy storm?"

"How did he summon the Earth's Crust Sword?" "Junior Senior Sister can also control the Holy Breath and transform into dozens of swords..."

Without anyone to teach him, Wu Hen couldn't perform any moves. He was like a person of a very high level, with no skills and only able to perform normal attacks.

"It's okay, it's okay. I have laid a solid foundation. I don't have to worry about not being able to learn those skills. When the time comes, I will be the Sword God of Shilipo!"

……

Wu Hen was on his way, while Xiaoyi was tasting the golden delicacies.

Every time it takes a bite, a ripple of matter will spread out from its body.

They are like very delicate little seeds, which actually contain tremendous vitality, but they have not been watered or received nutrients before.

As Xiaoyi devoured, more and more of these material seeds appeared around him. Not only were they radiating the spirituality of the half-broken ancient sword, but they were also repairing the lost parts bit by bit...

Wu Hen was pleasantly surprised to see Xiaoyi's significant changes.

These mythical species have only produced a slight change in Xiaoyi's appetite. For the real Black Divine Death Sword, more such tributes are needed. Wu Hen is already very happy and can see the hope of regaining Xiaoyi's glory!
"Xiaoyi, I will be able to hunt alone soon. By then, we will eat mythical meat and drink nectar every day!"

Xiaoyi was already twisting Heixu's tail, expressing his belief that Wu Hen would lead it to a good life with plenty of food and drink.

"When you devoured a creature in the past, you would inherit some of its abilities. Have you absorbed this thunder-crossing aura?" Wu Hen asked.

Xiaoyi's previous miraculous attributes are gone, including the extremely domineering Black Void Divine Realm and the Lightning Divine Bud.

It is also unable to transform into any form of weapon like before, and can no longer change into anything it swallows.

It's not that its ability has disappeared, it's just that it has now degraded and needs to be repaired to a certain extent before it can be like before.

"Hey~"

Xiaoyi knew what Wu Hen was worried about, so he immediately flew up and circled around Wu Hen.

Tiny golden ripples immediately emerged around the broken sword, with an extremely restless aura of thunder and fire. Then, a very gorgeous golden lightning bolt formed brilliant lightning, blooming around Wu Hen!

At the same time, wisps of lightning factors lit up on Xiaoyi's black and broken ancient sword. Although they had not yet reached the level of the Thunder-Breaking Taipeng, they had obviously obtained this extremely powerful lightning-bearing substance!
Seeing this scene, Wu Hen was also very excited.

This substance that was comparable to a thunder calamity was actually absorbed by Xiaoyi and turned into a part of his sword spirit!

After losing the black miracle substance, Xiaoyi was just a sharp ancient sword, without any mysterious aura or divine power. But now with the thunder-crossing substance, it is equivalent to a transformation, approaching the sword of myth!
Wu Hen's total combat power has always been his own plus Xiao Yi's.

If Wu Hen could cultivate the Holy Infant into a Holy Child, and Xiao Yi could evolve from the Ancient Broken Sword into the Mythical Thunder Crossing Sword, then if he met a character like the Purple Robe Master again, he could just step on his head! !

"Work together. If we take them out individually, we will have to fight all over the Wild Dust and Sky Mang, not to mention our unity of man and sword!"

……

When he saw the Red Snow Mountain, Wu Hen knew that he was close to the ancient village.

Carrying Lei Taipeng, Wu Hen returned to the village one night.

Inside the village, the bonfire can be seen from a distance, and it is brightly lit...

This made Wu Hen very moved.

It’s like a man who always leaves a light on at home no matter how late he comes home.

After all, the ancient people of the village are a group of the warmest and most simple people. They are afraid of getting lost, so they always light a bonfire for themselves.

As he stepped into the village, Wu Hen smelled the aroma of meat and the fragrance of wine.

Why aren't you all asleep yet so late?

Wu Hen carried the Taipeng bird into the village and found that the villagers were all around the bonfire in the center.

The villagers sat in circles around the campfire, eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls. In front of them were many foods that were only taken out during festivals and harvests, and their faces were filled with simple and clean smiles.

However, how could Wu Hen, who has lived here for a long time, not know that this is the feast in the village! !

What is the situation?

Today is not a day off, nor is there any natural festival. Why is there another banquet? Whose banquet are we eating at?
"I'm Chonghua. I'm going to perform a mourning show for Brother Wu Hen. It's also the show that Wu Hen loved the most during his lifetime, The Rap of Desert..."

"Oh my, there is a man coming from heaven. His name is Wu Hen. He is handsome and cool, kind and hardworking. Everyone loves him. But he failed in his pursuit of Tai Peng. Oh my, he has not returned home for three days. We are so worried that we have to hold a banquet to mourn him. Mourn him!"

A young man from the ancient tribe, wearing an animal skin skirt and with his healthy arms bare, was dancing a very ancient harvest dance, but the songs he sang were so unusually trendy that it was hard to tell for a moment whether the ancients had gone online or the modern people had degenerated.

"Very good, very good, from now on you will inherit Brother Wu Hen's title of Rhyming Emperor!"

“Applause, applause!”

"Don't worry about being sad, pick up some food!"

For the ancient people, there is only one thing in the world that will never be absent, and that is banquets!
Happy things should be celebrated with a feast.

When something sad happens, you have to have a feast.

If you can’t find a reason to have a feast, then you should have it even more if you find one!
A clay painting was placed in the center, dotted with pink and white flowers.

There were several plates of meat, jugs of wine, and plates of fruit placed beneath the clay portrait. If a child tried to get them, he would be severely scolded by the adults.

The villagers of the ancient tribe who were sitting in rows all had smiles on their faces, as if they were blessed to have a feast. It was clearly a party rather than a mourning meeting!

"Hey, Heiwa, who is standing over there, why is he carrying a bird? Come over here and eat with us!" The old man in the village finally discovered that there was a person standing there, and his resentment was like that of a demon who had just come down from the mountain.

"This is Taipeng. I hunted it and brought it back." Wu Hen was like a demon. He threw Du Lei Taipeng heavily to the ground, causing the neatly placed dishes and chopsticks to fall to the ground.

When I heard Wu Hen's voice...

Everyone in the village gasped!
The action of picking up food with these hands never stops.

"Oh, we asked the prophet to predict that you will return triumphantly tonight. Look, we are all waiting for you to start the meal. Hurry up and sit down to eat. Hurry up and sit down to eat!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Chong Lishan immediately walked forward and said to Wu Hen with a smile.

The old men, middle-aged men, and women in the village all nodded, and a few clever young people quickly kicked away the white flowers, took away the tribute plates, replaced them with brighter flower baskets, and hung festive colored ropes...

(End of this chapter)