Alien Dust

Chapter 441: Blue Tail God

A strong light flashed from the night sky, and then a holy pestle was seen descending, slamming heavily into the mountain area like a huge holy mountain.

The pavilions and towers were instantly turned into powder, and the holy pestle released ripples of light and flames, rippling like a golden tide.

Jiang Heng swooped down from a great height, grasped the huge holy pestle with both hands in the air, and then swung it fiercely towards Zhuo Feng in the sky!

Zhuo Feng was knocked away by the holy pestle and crashed into a mountain in Tongtian City. The mountain began to collapse from the middle, and the beautiful palaces on the mountain also collapsed and fell into the valley.

There is a small sect on the top of this mountain. Although they are all saints, the sudden impact made them tremble in fear and flee into the distance like birds and beasts.

Zhuo Feng climbed up from the cross-section of the mountain, his body covered with dust and his chest dented.

He revealed a hint of anger, and stared at Jiang Heng through the holy light of the sea waves.

Jiang Heng took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy. He waved the giant holy pestle and summoned a sea of ​​golden light.

The sea of ​​light was above the clouds, and golden waves were rolling up. With Jiang Heng's loud shout, the mighty golden tide poured down to where Zhuo Feng was!

Seeing this scene, Wu Hen couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Heng still had some strength. When he took out the holy pestle, he immediately demonstrated the power of a celestial being.

But Jiang Heng was too strong, which made Wu Hen a little worried.

This Zhuo Feng is obviously not a big fish, but a tiger shark. The energy contained in his body must be extremely huge. If Jiang Heng swallows it, Jiang Heng will leap to a higher level all at once, and the difficulty of dealing with Jiang Heng will increase significantly.

For a moment, Wu Hen had to worry about Zhuo Feng again, hoping that this mysterious and low-key monk still had some hidden skills to use, otherwise his legendary life would end here.

It seemed as if God heard Wu Hen’s prayers.

Zhuo Feng, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly burst out with a burst of green energy. Lotus-like magic lights bloomed in the area near Zhuo Feng. Soon, strange tails appeared behind Zhuo Feng. They swayed gracefully, just like charming green dragons...

Demon cultivator? ?
When Wu Hen saw this scene, this idea suddenly came to his mind.

one two three four……

Wu Hen counted them and found that there were nine tails emerging from Zhuo Feng's back. They stretched out in an exaggerated manner, like a dragon or a phoenix's tail, and finally formed a very magnificent nine-tailed green mountain!

"Is this a monster or a god?" Qingxi couldn't tell the nature of the other party for a moment.

"He is the Wild Nine-tailed Immortal!" At this time, Bai Ze, who was on Wu Hen's head, spoke.

"The great immortal in the wilderness?" Wu Hen was also very surprised. He didn't expect that Jiang Heng's last big fish had such a great origin.

"The erosion of the wild land in Tongtian City is most likely caused by this guy." Bai Ze said.

As soon as the words fell, the Nine-tailed Green Mountain began to sway, and as it swayed, green demon lotuses all over the sky fell into the Tongtian City. As soon as these green lotuses touched the earth's soil, it was as if some kind of mutated magic was cast on the soil. Suddenly, huge vines that reached the sky broke out of the ground, and the exaggerated wild jungle began to erode savagely!

Vines sprouted from the ground, ancient trees broke through the clouds, poisonous mosses, demonic roots, evil grasses, and strange flowers were rampant. They were dozens or hundreds of times larger than ordinary species and covered the entire area of ​​Tongtian City. Before long, their terrifying momentum reached a level that covered the sky and the moon.

The distant city-state has turned into a wild jungle.

What was even more terrifying was that countless ghost soldiers crawled out from the soil, and the breath they released formed a thick miasma that concealed this wild forest. When people from other areas of Tongtian City looked here, they only saw a huge thick fog, but they would never have imagined that there was a wild wilderness in the huge fog!
“You little saint cultivator, you dare to think that you can compete with me? I will refine you today and let you guard my tomb!” Zhuo Feng stood in this wild and magnificent place, waving the green blade in his hand.

With a point of the green blade, countless ghost soldiers flew into the sky. They turned into a sea of ​​ghost soldiers, confronting Jiang Heng's golden ocean.

The Yin soldiers are endless, and they are like grass and trees in this wild area, and they are even growing extremely rapidly.

But Jiang Heng's holy power was obviously fading.

Soon, Jiang Heng's hands holding the holy pestle began to tremble. He widened his eyes and stared at the existence of this half-demon, half-god in disbelief. He could not accept this fact in his heart.

Finally, the huge tide of Yin soldiers swallowed him up. He was at a disadvantage in the previous stage of the fight, and now his best skills were suppressed by the opponent's real magical power. This made Jiang Heng realize that he really became a sad fisherman who was dragged into the water by a big fish and drowned.

"Impossible...impossible..."

Jiang Heng made a hoarse sound. As the Holy God of the Holy Nation, he had the support of the entire Holy Sect behind him. Even if he met the strongest person, there were more powerful beings in the Holy Nation who would help him.

However, he did not dare to put his Tianxuan Shengjue conspiracy on the table, which made him go down to the mortal world to close the net secretly without reporting to the ancestors of the Yunzhong Shengbang. If he were to fail this time, the people above would not be able to help him at all.

Jiang Heng struggled hard, hoping that there was an expert who could sense what was happening here.

However, the phenomenon of erosion in the wilderness has been happening in Tongtian City for several months. Most of the holy gods in the clouds who are oblivious to what is happening outside do not care about the lives of the people in the lower world. They are too lazy to even look at this kind of thing that has no benefits.

Jiang Heng, who was isolated and helpless, began to show despair. He had made careful plans, but in the end he was hunted by the prey in his own net.

Suddenly, when Jiang Heng was fleeing in panic, he saw two people on a mountain pavilion in the distance. They were Wu Hen and Qingxi!

"Help..." Jiang Heng tried to call for help.

At this time, he didn't care what the other person was like. As long as someone saw his situation, he would ask for help.

"I'm sorry, you said it yourself. We are actually both orioles...but this time we ran into a fox demon who was using a cicada to catch orioles!" Wu Hen expressed these helpless words to Jiang Heng from a long distance.

The other party has revealed his true identity, so Jiang Heng is destined to be sacrificed to the gods.

At this moment, Wu Hen was basically certain that this Zhuo Feng was most likely the Qingwei God that was popularly worshipped by the people in recent days.

This Qingwei God transformed into a folk cultivator, who was both good and evil, and had a complex character.

Originally, he could have been free and easy, practicing slowly in Tongtian City, but Jiang Heng insisted on fishing him out of the pond like a big fish. This guy was a fish on the water surface, but hiding under the deep pond was a huge dragon. If he was really fished out, he would eat Jiang Heng in one bite!
To be honest, Wu Hen, who was watching from the sidelines, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The world of cultivation is extremely dangerous.

No wonder the Holy Nation in the Clouds selects the most outstanding ones from hundreds of millions of practitioners every once in a while, and then tells them the method of cultivating true energy. Even if one becomes the Holy God in the Clouds, if one acts rashly and impatiently, he will be eaten without leaving even a bone. No matter what level of life, including high-dimensional life, there are hunters and natural enemies that they need to be wary of.

"This guy... I'm afraid we can't afford to offend him. But Master is out, so we have to let Master deal with this guy." Qingxi was also quite scared.

No wonder the erosion in the wilderness is so difficult to curb. There is such a demon god behind it.

"I've worked so hard for so long, but in the end I got nothing." Wu Hen was also in tears.

When Leng Shu was smoking, Wu Hen was boiling water.

As a result, Jiang Heng came out and swallowed Leng Shu in one gulp. So he had to immediately change to a bigger pot, continue to boil water, and wait to stew the larger ingredient Jiang Heng.

After waiting for a long time for Jiang Heng to jump into the pot, he found that Jiang Heng had been eaten by the Green-tailed God. The Green-tailed God was too fat and all his pots could not hold enough food. He could not ask Xiaoyi to come again.

But there is the Yunzhong Holy Nation above his head, including Cai Lan. The strong men of the Yunzhong Holy Nation are not something that he can kill in one breath with his unparalleled strength. Wu Hen also has to consider that once he draws his sword, it will attract a huge group of vulture saints, which will cause him to be doomed.

Can't pull it out at all.

But he didn't want to watch the Blue Tail God eat the whole cake.

"You two have been watching for a long time. Since you have no intention of taking any action, why don't you leave? If you continue to stay, don't blame me for being rude!" Suddenly, Zhuo Feng's voice came coldly.

Qingxi was frightened and stared in disbelief at Zhuo Feng who suddenly appeared in front of them.

Wu Hen was relatively calm. It was normal for the opponent, with his strength, to notice that Qingxi and he were watching from the sidelines.

"This Jiang Heng was originally my prey. If you are willing to give me half of him, that would be great. After all, I have been working hard for several months." Wu Hen said.

"When I got the Tianxuan Sheng Jue, I knew someone had set up this plan. Compared to you, I have been waiting for Jiang Heng for several years, so how can you say that he is your prey?" Zhuo Feng stared at Wu Hen with a hint of teasing on his lips.

"Oh, what you said seems to make more sense. Okay, let's go." Wu Hen also nodded.

Supporting the somewhat panicked Senior Sister Qingxi, Wu Hen decisively chose to leave.

Qingxi's body tensed up. In her opinion, there was no need for such a being to let them go. He should kill them to prevent them from telling the Holy Spirit of the Yunzhong Holy Nation.

Wu Hen was very decisive and did not hesitate much.

He was also curious, wondering whether Zhuo Feng would attack him.

If I were to attack, I would have to kill it and then flee from the Holy Land in the Clouds as soon as possible to avoid being besieged by the Holy Land ancestors...

In fact, Wu Hen was not that worried about the ancestors of Shengbang.

What Wu Hen was worried about was the cold-blooded woman.

She claimed that she had left, but God knows whether she was watching him from the sky. After all, she was the one who asked Qingxi to investigate the erosion of the wild land. Once she knew that the Black Miracle Death Sword was still in her body, she would probably not miss the brotherly relationship.

Wu Hen doesn't like being passive.

So he was also praying, praying that Zhuo Feng would not commit suicide.

(End of this chapter)