Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 117 Chapter 116 Wind Wheel (Updated, please support with monthly tickets)

A loud and ferocious cry sounded in his ears, and Li Cunxiao's face suddenly changed.

This reaction is even bigger than when Zhang Lishi was here yesterday!

Looking down, the shadow of Fei Lian flashed a few times on the Dragon Sparrow Knife in his hand, and then disappeared in an instant.

Even the two emerald green jade stones on the knife ring had dimmed.

Is it moist?

"You're both Mobao, why are you shrinking your eggs at this time? Are you female and he is male?"

Li Cunxiao cursed in his heart, but he did not hesitate. He pointed his toes, jumped three feet, and ran towards the starting point of the narrow road at a rapid speed.

You can't fight hard.

He finally figured it out. The ferocious bird with white feathers and black stripes was clearly the devil among the magic treasures!
After all, demons are born to eat humans, and every few days there are people who are not afraid of death coming here to test their courage halfway up the mountain.

If it were a demon, it would have eaten up all the broken limbs and scared everyone away.

Judging from Zhang Lishi's reaction when he used the Wind-Fixing Pearl yesterday, and his reaction when he used the Dragon Sparrow Sword today, this magic treasure in the narrow passage has obviously developed some independent consciousness and can even "defend its territory."

During a normal intrusion, the wind speed is just normal and gradual.

Once you use the magic treasure, the opponent will immediately become stressed, and the difficulty will increase exponentially.

But in this way, it seems that the owner of the magic treasure does not want the visitor to use external force?
There are too many possibilities, and it is difficult to come to a conclusion.

And at the moment, there is no time to consider Li Cunxiao.

He was originally running very fast, and only had ten feet left to reach the starting point, but the bird of prey pounced even faster.

Originally it was behind him, but in the blink of an eye, it disintegrated and dispersed into the wind, and then gathered in front of Li Cunxiao.

The latter's face changed drastically and he immediately curled up.

The next moment, dense wind blades poured down on Li Cunxiao like a rainstorm. The red scales on his indigo skin glowed faintly, and dense sparks flew. The whole person seemed to be bathed in flames for a moment.

Seeing that it couldn't break through the defense for the time being, the ferocious bird didn't seem to be angry, but instead seemed to be interested.

With a flap of his wings, his body became invisible again, and the howling hurricane instantly turned into a tornado, which actually trapped Li Cunxiao directly in the eye of the storm and pushed him to a height of thirty feet in the middle of the narrow road!
"Oh no! This flat-haired beast wants to kill me?!"

Li Cunxiao was shocked and angry. The energy in his liver, heart, and spleen rapidly dissipated, and he could barely support the Yaksha Red Scales.

But facing such a violent wind blade, he could only hold on for another thirty breaths at most!
At this time, he was obviously much better than Zhang Lishi who was in the Huangting realm. The benefits of having eight demons on his body were self-evident.

"Okay, okay, a magic treasure has developed intelligence and is bullying me?"

The anger in his heart was rising. For the sake of his life, Li Cunxiao knew that he could no longer hesitate.

A thick indigo palm stretched out, sweeping with a strong wind, striking sparks on the iron-like blue-black nails.

But at this moment, he closed his eyes and carefully sensed the breath in the wind.

Wisps of familiar evil spirit were scattered in the wind, but this was not what Li Cunxiao was looking for.

There were already some bloody marks on his body from being cut by the wind, but he felt even more empty-minded.

In the darkness, in the howling tornado, a bird of prey with white feathers and black stripes gradually took shape, spinning and rising with the strong wind.

It was completely unaware of its situation and continued to flap its wings and play with its prey.

However, Li Cunxiao slightly raised the corners of his mouth, waiting for the ferocious bird to spiral around in a tornado.

When it was about to arrive in front of him, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the vajra in his body shone brightly:

"Come here quickly, you beast!"

The tangible palm pierced into the invisible and intangible wind, but the next moment, a struggling bird of prey emerged from the blood-stained palm.

The majestic bird had a look of anger and confusion in its eyes, as if it had no idea why it was caught.

Its huge wings stirred up an even bigger hurricane, and for a moment, even the huge rocks on the mountain walls on both sides were shaking.

But, it's no use.

From the moment it was caught, its fate was sealed.

The Vajra sensed the demon's resistance and suppressed it without mercy.

Cry!!!!

The angry cry echoed throughout the narrow passage. The next moment, as the raptor was taken into the body, the tornado and the strong wind disappeared like water without a source.

Li Cunxiao's body fell rapidly from a height of nearly 100 meters!
But the latter was not at all flustered.

In his mind, under the vajra, the bird of prey with white feathers and black stripes looked like a quail, somewhat dissatisfied but not daring to move.

Li Cunxiao could feel that there was still a barrier between him and the magic treasure, which prevented him from using it as easily as he used the Dragon Sparrow Sword and the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

Is it to acknowledge the master?

Judging from the appearance of this flat-haired beast, it is obvious that it will not obey obediently, and my own strength is indeed insufficient.

I've never heard of a master who couldn't even defeat his own magic treasure.

But so what?
"They have all been suppressed by the Vajra, what's left for you?"

Li Cunxiao's spirit seemed to transform into an invisible giant hand, which, with the blessing of the vajra, overturned in his sea of ​​consciousness like the Five Finger Mountain.

The bird of prey with white feathers and black stripes let out an unwilling wail, but as Li Cunxiao said, any demon would have no room to struggle under the vajra.

Grab it and refine it instantly!

Amidst the feeling of weightlessness from the rapid fall, Li Cunxiao suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the ground that was constantly expanding before him, and roared:

"Fenglun, I order you to come out!!!"

A clear cry seemed to be heard again in the void, and a strong wind seemed to blow out from the void, like a light gauze curtain, quickly wrapping Li Cunxiao, and his rapid falling momentum suddenly slowed down.

The next moment, twisted winds gathered at Li Cunxiao's feet. The bird with white feathers and black stripes spun its body, spinning wildly, and turned into the image of a wheel. The axles on both sides extended out, which happened to be two pedals.

With his feet stepping on the wind wheel, Li Cunxiao's energy and blood were not consumed at all, but he stood in the air so freely, as if he was born to fly.

Stretch your arms forward, and a whirling hurricane will wrap around you;
With a clench of his fist, a tornado erupted like a wind cannon three feet away, easily achieving the same move that had killed Murong Bai.

This is far from his limit, and far from the limit of the Magic Wind Wheel.

The wind was howling, and at this moment, he seemed to have become the master of the wind!

However, the joy did not last long.

"The power of this magic treasure is incomparable to the Wind-Fixing Bead and the Dragon Sparrow Sword."

"Not only does it not need my energy to perform its magical functions, it can also recognize and choose its master, and can even transform itself into an invisible form, dissolving into a body."

"Although I didn't find any spiritual imprints when I was refining it just now, how could such a great treasure be left here and given away for nothing?"

"Is it Taiyi Zhenren, or some other master? What is their purpose?"

"The abbot and chief monks of Tiangu Temple are at least masters of the sixth realm, yet they never come to this mountain."

Li Cunxiao didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly shuddered.

"Damn it, I'm in trouble!"

Li Cunxiao did not regret refining the wind wheel, because in the situation just now, he would have died if he had not refined it.

But now that the crisis has been resolved, he doesn't want to wait here for the owner to come.

Thirty-six strategies are the best!
With a thought in his mind, the airflow from the wind wheel under his feet suddenly became intense, and the wind was gushing backwards like the nozzle of a fighter jet.

Li Cunxiao's eyes blurred for a moment, and the next moment, he appeared in the forest.

The strong wind directly uprooted the surrounding grass and trees from the ground. Chili staggered and screamed in fear.

But the owner didn't bother to comfort the horse. He just hooked his hand and the majestic horse was overturned by the strong wind.

Before he even hit the ground, he was lifted up by the twisted arms.

The next moment, a strong wind blew, and the figure on horseback rushed towards the sky. Sixty breaths later, he appeared on an uninhabited path a few miles away from the state capital.

Coming soon!

On the official road leading to Songzhou City, a strange Taoist was moving forward seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

The reason why he was said to be strange was that he had an old face, a silver beard, and a very tall and mighty figure.

It seems slow but is actually fast because the hooves of the blue BMW under him rise and fall calmly, making it seem like it is moving very slowly.

But with one step, he reached from one end of the road to the other, while other pedestrians on the road ignored him.

"Brother Taiyi~Brother Taiyi~"

The loud yet gentle voice seemed far away one moment and appeared beside him the next.

The mighty old Taoist's mouth twitched, and he looked away with a bad look on his face. "Budai Monk, what on earth do you want to do by pestering me?"

A fat monk with a naive look, wearing a coarse monk's robe, with his chest exposed, and a large patched cloth bag on his left shoulder.

His legs looked like he was just walking normally, but he was not at all behind the blue BMW.

"Look at you, we are all monks, don't be so irritable."

He smiled kindly and had a friendly air, but the old Taoist priest called Taiyi Zhenren became even more unhappy when he heard his words.
"I've only heard that Budai Monk likes to exorcise demons and defend the Way, but I've never heard that you also like to preach?"

"Are you here to ask for elixirs or to borrow something? Come on, don't be so long-winded!"

"Brother Taiyi is as quick-witted as the rumors say."
The fat monk seemed a little embarrassed after he said this.

"I heard that Brother Dao has a bone mirror that can see through the blood, qi, and true energy of a person's body. Even the evil spirit of a demon cannot escape its detection."

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly realized and touched his white beard with his thick five fingers.

"So you came to borrow a bone mirror."

"No loan."

Seeing that he refused so straightforwardly, the fat monk was not annoyed and continued to smile warmly:
"I am not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of others."

As he spoke, his chubby hands groped into the cloth bag on his shoulder.

But Taiyi Zhenren waved his hand quite arrogantly.

"No, I don't need anything."

Budai Monk suddenly had a headache.

He knew that the other party was of noble birth and was the foremost Dan Ding Taoist in the Louguan Taoism, with an extraordinary fortune.

But I didn't expect that the other party didn't even bother to ask and directly refused.

But he had to borrow this bone mirror no matter what, as it was related to the inheritance of his lineage.

Thinking of this, a trace of pain appeared on his chubby face, and a ball of red flame turned into a flower bud in his hand and bloomed into a red lotus.

Countless golden Sanskrit characters are floating in it, which looks very magical.

"Brother Dao, this is a martial art I acquired by chance, and it has an extremely ancient origin."

"Although it's nothing special to you and me, who were born in the Holy Land, the method of transforming demons into Daoists is still quite interesting."

"Ancient origin? Does that mean it's incomplete?"

Taiyi Zhenren's words sounded full of disgust, but he stretched out his hand honestly.

Budai Monk was delighted, thinking that there was a chance. Just as he was about to hand over the red lotus, the situation suddenly changed.

Taiyi Zhenren's expression suddenly changed drastically, and his mouth opened and closed, but no one knew what he was saying.

The next moment, his face turned ashen as if water was about to drip out.

The precious horse under his crotch sensed his master's intention and suddenly let out a low growl like a lion or tiger.

The strong wind carried the man and the horse away, and in a blink of an eye, their figures disappeared at the end of the road.

Budai Monk suddenly became anxious:

"Brother Dao! Would you like to lend me the bone mirror?!"

Before he finished speaking, a streak of light suddenly flew from the front and shot straight into the arms of Budai Monk.

When he reached out to take it, he found a bronze mirror with intricate patterns carved on the back.

But apart from the exquisite patterns, everything else looks ordinary.

But Budai Monk was extremely happy, and his chubby hands gently stroked the mirror.

Only then did Taiyi Zhenren's irritable voice come along with the wind:

"I'll lend you my stuff, you owe me a favor, so don't follow me anymore!"

Budai Monk pinched his five fingers, the red lotus flame dissipated, and he smiled and saluted towards the distance.

"This Taiyi Zhenren is really moody and can change his attitude at any time. But with the bone mirror, I can finally find someone to pass on my legacy."

Playing with the bronze mirror in his hand, the smile on his chubby face became even more intense.

In a short while, Taiyi Zhenren had disappeared without a trace.

Budai Monk walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, but the scenery on both sides was rapidly receding beside him.

Soon, the man stopped at a fork in the road.

At the end of the road on the left, you can see a majestic city.

At the end of the road on the right is a high mountain with an ancient temple deep inside, which is very quiet.

"Have we arrived at Songzhou City?"

"It's a good opportunity to go visit Junior-Martial Brother De Zheng. By the way, if there are any good talents in Tiangu Temple, I can also pick them out."

The big monk laughed and looked at the temple nestled in the mountains. He walked over like an ordinary wandering monk.

On Pingding Mountain, sixty miles away from Songzhou City, Taiyi Zhenren rode on a green precious horse, as fast as a gust of wind, and arrived at the halfway point of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the calm and windless narrow road, the white-bearded man had an extremely ugly expression on his face, but his steps did not stop at all.

Following the mountain road, we reached the top in no time.

A thatched hut was built on the gently sloping flat roof, which seemed to be abrupt.

When Taiyi Zhenren arrived here, his expression suddenly relaxed.

He even jumped out of the BMW and walked up on foot.

"Wheel of Fire."

With a call, golden and red flames appeared in the void above the mountain top, and a red divine bird flew out from nowhere and landed docilely in his arms.

Taiyi Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, and gently stroked the red feather condensed from flames with his fingers, with nostalgia and a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The red bird rubbed his palm obediently, then flapped its wings gently and flew towards the thatched hut.

What's strange is that this thatched hut is made of something, and even though the red bird's flames burned on it, there is not a single charred mark on it.

Taiyi Zhenren followed him into the thatched hut, but after entering, there was no furnishings, and there was actually an entrance to a cave on the ground.

A man and a bird walked into the cave until the end.

What comes into view is a huge cold pond.

A slight chill spreads, and although it is late spring, it feels like deep winter here.

Deep in the pool, there was a faint golden light flickering.

But Taiyi Zhenren didn't even look at it. Instead, he walked straight to a small grave next to the cold pond.

The red bird chirped softly and landed in front of the tombstone. The flames retracted and turned into a golden flywheel, rolling to the side of the tombstone with a clang.

Taiyi Zhenren's lips trembled as he watched this scene.

He took only two or three steps, but it was extremely difficult for him to walk.

As my palm stroked the bluestone tombstone, thick dust fell off with a gentle vibration.

"Zha'er, Dad is here to see you again"

"Dad came early this year, it's not even the Ghost Festival yet."

"Since we found the Golden Lotus more than ten years ago, we can no longer find the rest."

".Big Brother. He said I was crazy and wanted me to take him in as a disciple."

".Zha'er, what should Dad do?"

The sound was intermittent and unclear.

Pain and struggle overflowed on the old face, and finally turned into crystal flow.

But before it could drip, it was wiped away by five thick fingers.

The mighty Taoist picked up the golden wheel, took a few steps back, sat down cross-legged, and looked at the tombstone silently.

Seven large characters, from top to bottom. The handwriting was irregular, not like it had been chiseled, but more like someone's frantic writing.

With a gentle flick of the finger, the golden wheel spun, the flames swirled, evoking memories in the eyes and illuminating the newly polished tombstone, on which was written:

Beloved son, the tomb of Li Nezha.

(End of this chapter)