Chapter 177 176. Picture album of goddesses
"You respect and love him very much." Li Xi'an said.
After a long silence, his voice rang out from the sea of fire.
"Then why did you betray the grassland and pick up the treasure alone and cross the Daxingan Mountains to the south?"
Feng Ayu was stunned for a moment.
He shook his head violently before coming back to his senses and staring at Li Xi'an again.
"I'm sorry that I can't tell you. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't." His eyes were firm.
The green lantern in his hand was protecting him from the fierce flames that were sweeping up again.
But suddenly, the Wolf King concentrated, and Li Xi'an also focused his gaze.
Behind the dark boy, a withered arm stretched out, wrapped in a wide green robe.
That hand took over the green lamp in his hand, and the originally illusory lamp suddenly solidified.
A strange wave filled the sea of fire.
Li Xi'an had a doubt before. How could a boy with a low level of cultivation leave the grassland safely? Such a weak body would be easily burned by the divine fire, and the wind in the grassland would be the servant of the Wolf King, bringing him information and acting as his eyes and ears. Practitioners in the Juling Realm, no matter how they imagine, cannot escape from the hands of a crowned creature.
Now seeing the figure gradually appearing, he had the answer.
Li Xi'an could sense that the picture above the boy's head was very compatible with him. As long as he could activate the spirit in the picture, it didn't matter what realm the person who activated it was. The haggard figure holding the lantern is very strange. At this moment, the upper half of the body has stood up from the catalog.
Her long, thick black hair was hanging loose, and only her smooth chin could be seen under the bifurcated hair.
The body of the woman in Tsing Yi is as yellow as a dead tree, but her face is not. The white color that represents vitality and the yellow color that symbolizes death appear in such a creature, and there is a strange sense of harmony. She slowly raised the cyan lamp in her hand, and the cyan flame burned in the gilt frame. The next moment, the surrounding sea of fire shrank.
Until the flames on the ground no longer burn, and the green fire engulfs the golden fire.
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.
The eyes reflected the woman in green condensing the sea of fire engulfed by green fire into a ball or something like candy and swallowing it in her belly. After eating it, several dull golden threads appeared on the surface of her withered skin.
His golden flame can be called a kind of divine fire.
The flames burning on the ground at this moment were indeed no longer the flames he had erupted on the Wolf King before, but only the aftermath. But the burning sea of fire was so easily subdued and swallowed by the half-body woman in green. This reminded him of something.
"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give even a drop of rain. What is the reason? It turns out that there is Qingyi in Mobei, and Bao, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, went south! This man has great magical powers and has a green lantern. Legend has it that Zhongneng will burn all the water in the Yellow River..."
"The great witch Zhu's surname was Su. Surrounded by red dragons, she climbed over four mountains and crossed the yellow sands of Mobei to find the location of the female slave. From then on, a shocking battle began!"
The content of the old storyteller's singing came to mind.
Female demon?
Li Xi'an looked at the half-length withered woman.
He felt the gaze inexplicably.
The woman's eyes buried under her hair were also looking at him.
The next moment, that feeling disappeared. Li Xi'an knew that this was not an illusion, that kind of gaze really existed for a moment.
Feng Aya's breathing was very careful.
He could feel the shadow manifested in the catalog swallowing the wind brought by the movement of the golden flames. The extremely dry wind made him purse his lips subconsciously. As expected, there were layers of dry, rough and dead skin. This has never happened since he resonated with the catalog sealed in the ancient altar. The existence in the catalog has never appeared in this form. It has always been an illusory shadow, but it is just an illusion. The shadow is enough.
Now there is an entity.
Is there wisdom in the catalog? Feng Aya knew that there was wisdom in the catalog, but that wisdom was buried so deeply that it was impossible to touch it. Following this catalog of goddesses for several years, Feng Xiuyu knew where the catalog came from and what it meant. This was also the reason why he left the grassland without notifying anyone, not even the Wolf King.
This is disaster. If he failed, disaster would at least not endanger the grasslands.
The Wolf King stared at the half body of the woman that appeared in the catalog.
"So what are you doing?" Li Xi'an asked, "Come to see our king for the last time, or are you planning to save him with what you have in your hand?"
"Deal." Feng Aphasia paused.
"I think Lord Taihang will be interested in what I have in my hand."
"Do you know me?" Li Xi'an raised his eyebrows. The Wolf King didn't even know who he was.
"As long as I walk through the Daxingan Mountains and go south, I will know your name. As for confrontation..." The boy smiled, "This catalog may really have such power, but it is not something I can control. It's a trade. The value should be enough to exchange for Dronosali’s life.”
Apparently he was carrying some secret that forced him to leave the grassland. This secret was not even known to the king of the grassland.
Before Feng Ayu could finish his words, an extremely terrifying aura erupted.
The woman in Tsing Yi in the catalog crawled out completely.
Not even the wide green clothes can cover up the haggard appearance of the human form, and many places are empty.
At this moment, the eyes of the three creatures here are all on this woman. The Wolf King roared. He came from the grassland and knew that the grassland people were afraid of this image. Naturally, he also knew what the existence of this image meant. He wanted to warn, even to move. But he couldn't make a sound, his fragmented throat couldn't support his voice, and his depleted spiritual energy kept him alive, with no trace left.
Sure enough, he was exhausted.
The Northern Desert Goddess Ba.
An ancient legend.
It is often said in the grassland that the grassland is a gift from the gods, and the desert is its original appearance. Legend has it that the entire north was a desert at one time, and not a drop of rain could fall on this land all year round, because a god slept in this land. They said that god was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and could not ascend to heaven again after descending to earth. Imprisoned in the human world.
Green clothes and blue lanterns burn everything. There was severe drought everywhere.
Zhuo Nosali did not expect that the treasure on the grassland would show this image. Before Feng Huyu took the catalog away from the grassland, it did not look like this. At that time, it was clearly a picture of an extremely beautiful woman.
If it really is that existence...
Dronosali's roar stopped, and the woman in green picked up the lantern and walked to the almost dead Wolf King. Her figure is considered tall for ordinary people, but in front of this crowned king, she is like an ant facing a wolf.
The woman held out her hand.
Feng Huyu held his breath as the flames burned and swept away the Wolf King.
The Wolf King's body is shrinking, maybe because she doesn't want to raise her head, or maybe for other reasons. Dronosari was forcibly transformed. He had no spirit and was full of death energy, but the flame seemed to have a strange power and brought him a weak life. When the green fire subsided on the Wolf King, a burly man with his upper body exposed appeared on the spot. His hair was silvery gray and stood up unruly like steel needles.
The whole body was covered in bloodstains, and there was almost no intact place to be found.
The left side of the face was bloody and bloody, with only the bloody eye sockets. Half of the face was also broken, and the bones were clearly visible. Dronosali noticed that the golden lines on the surface of the woman's skin became darker, almost invisible.
The woman caught the fallen red Han sword and threw it into the sky. Li Xi'an took the faint sword and put it close behind him like the Xijian.
Quite polite.
Li Xi'an commented in his heart.
But then, the woman turned around and looked in his direction.
He kept repeating one word in his mouth, his voice was hoarse and he kept repeating it, like a malfunctioning machine.
She said: "Su...Su...Su..."
(End of chapter)