Chapter 459: Being trapped

The three tail feathers of the strong wind hit the head, and Feng Qingwu's face suddenly turned pale.

Wuqi was stunned, twisted his body and fled to the side. He dodged and Wuqi escaped more than ten miles away, barely avoiding the direct impact of the wind tail feather. The tail feather wrapped in the black and blue wind seemed to fall lightly to the ground, wrapping Feng Qingwu and hundreds of knights around him. Wuqi suddenly felt his body lighter, and dozens of whirlwinds spewed out from under his feet, swirling him around and flew into the sky.

The power of this wind is so great, and the wind contains a regular force that points directly to the origin of the wind. Wuqi's body rotates rapidly with the wind, and a wind is constantly invading his body, wanting to assimilate his body into a wisp of wind and a wisp of air.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Qingwu's group. A light golden beast bone skeleton with two horns on the top of Feng Qingwu's head was standing in the air. Seven golden lights were sprayed out from his seven orifices, blocking the invasion of Feng Jin tightly, protecting Feng Qingwu firmly in a narrow space with a diameter of less than one meter. The nearly a thousand knights brought by Feng Qingwu did not have such a good treasure protection. Their bodies flew into the air as lightly as Wuqi. These people were invaded by Feng Jin in a few seconds, and turned into a wisp of wind in the blink of an eye.

The bodies of nearly a thousand people disintegrated in the air. All the matter in their bodies turned into wind and into qi. As the tail feathers shook gently under the strong wind, they sprayed randomly in all directions. Their bodies, their armor and robes, and their weapons and ornaments were invaded and wiped away by the wind, and turned into invisible winds.

What an amazing power! Wuqi's eyes shone, and a rich demonic energy squirted out all over his body, turning into a black air wall to protect himself firmly. The blue-black wind blew silently, silently but firmly invading the purgatory demon spurted by Wuqi. However, the demonic energy contained a more domineering corrosive and devouring power than Fengjin. Fengjin was gradually melted, and the demonic energy swallowed Fengjin and gradually struggled.

Wuqi flew into the sky with the strong wind and flew straight towards the strong wind.

Feng Qingwu, wrapped in the strong wind, raised her head with difficulty. When she saw Wuqi being able to keep her whole body in the blow of the strong wind, she couldn't help but scream happily: "You Taoist, quickly capture the strong wind. I will be rewarded with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, beautiful women, as long as you want, I can't give it to me without me!"

Wuqi ignored Feng Qingwu. This woman felt so good about herself. The arrogance and arrogance that penetrated deep into her bones was really disgusting. He drew out the Greedy Wolf Sword, passed by Dafeng's mouth lightly, and then cut out a sword, cutting dozens of iron chains hooked in Dafeng's mouth in one fell swoop. Wuqi kicked Dafeng's mouth with one kick, and flew back quickly.

Wuqi laughed to the sky and said, "Go, go, don't stay on the ground! A divine beast like you should soar over the nine heavens. What should I do if I have nothing to do? Let your old man slap you hard in the butt! Hahaha, run away quickly!"

The chain was shattered, and Dafeng swallowed happily a few times, swallowing the iron hook in his mouth and a piece of iron chain into his belly. A little blood splashed out from the corner of his mouth, and Dafeng's mouth and throat were broken by the iron hook. Now the iron hook was swallowed, the wound was exposed, and the blood naturally sifted out. The Dafeng looked at Wuqi deeply, whistled up to the sky, and then suddenly slapped his wings, and heard a strong wind in the sky. A black dragon whirlwind was born in a radius of thousands of miles, dripping straight to the sky.

With a clear sound, the strong wind soared into the sky with the huge wind power. The huge body was like a ray of lightning, instantly shattering a lot of clouds, easily sank into the high altitude and disappeared without a shadow.

Wuqi was flying lightly in the air with the strong wind, and was about to fly away from the sword light. He laughed wildly at Feng Qingwu who was struggling in the storm and said, "Woman, don't think that everyone in the world must act according to your wishes! Do you really think you are?"

A black magic light was spewing out around him. Wuqi was about to use the "Tianyan Fantasy Demon Escape" in the Purgatory Demon Sutra to escape, but suddenly there was a dull drum sound around him. A drum shook, the mountains and rivers shook, and the black tornado that was raging around him suddenly dissipated; two drum shook, the earth shook, and the surrounding mountains suddenly shook, and countless rocks slid down from the top of the mountain; three drum shook, people's hearts were shaken, Wuqi's hearts twitched heavily, and the blood suddenly came to his head, and a large amount of blood gathered on his face, which made his face red, and the capillaries on his face exploded, revealing a large area of ​​blood.

At the three drum sounds, a total of 360 pieces were 100 feet long and 8 feet wide. A giant bone talisman made of white unknown bone armors pieced together rose from all directions. The dazzling gray-white spiritual light covered the void. The air around Wuqi suddenly solidified, and all teleportation spells were broken. The Tianai Fantasy Demon Escape Technique that Wuqi had just cast was suddenly broken. The purgatory demon aura condensed in his body was in chaos, and the stimulating demon aura erupted in his body, causing Wuqi's meridians to hurt.

Below each bone talisman, an old man wearing a black tunic, barefoot, a strap around his waist, and a high crown of Xuanyu, sat cross-legged in the air. Sensual spiritual light surged out from their bodies, and a layer of white light thick from their thumbs was covered with a dazzling white light, like a layer of glass emitting strong light covering their bodies, giving people a strange illusion that they were separated from the world and were no longer bound by certain rules of this world.

These old men all had pale hair, their eyes were deep, and their eyes were flashing with green light. Seven hundred and twenty eyes separated by dozens of miles to more than a hundred miles away, staring at Wuqi tightly. A huge pressure that seemed to be solid was condensed on Wuqi, as if amber had sealed the poor little bug. Wuqi felt that the air around him became sticky and dense, and even a little finger could hardly move.

The strong wind rolled up by the three tail feathers of the strong wind dissipated. Feng Qingwu, who was suppressed by the strong wind, stood up with a blue face and respectfully knelt down to the north. The people of Longbo, who were yelling and dragging the chains, also knelt down one after another, and respectfully touched the ground with their foreheads.

Nine jade peng sounds passed by, followed by a dull bronze bell. A black cloud floated slowly and lightly from the north. On the black cloud was a celestial dragon with a body of about eight miles long, and a black dragon with a cultivation level of about twenty-eighth grade fairy. Between the two dragon horns on the head of the black dragon, a thick and ancient square hall built of black huge stones. Eighteen black stone pillars stood at the door of the hall. The top of the stone pillars were sunken, and the tiny oil was accumulated. The miserable green flames hurt several feet high, making the black dragon green all over.

When the black dragon was two or three miles away from Wuqi, he landed heavily on the ground. The four dragon claws tightly clamped a mountain and their body was wrapped on the top of the mountain. His head was raised high, and a young man wearing a golden robe with a golden robe embroidered with purple silver silk thread on it, without armor, but a wolf-headed battle helmet.

Feng Qingwu's body trembled gently. She raised her head and showed a flattering smile. At that moment, Wuqi even thought that what she saw was an hallucination. When she met twice, she was so arrogant, cold and arrogant Feng Qingwu, who had such a flattering smile, would she have such a flattering smile?

At this moment, Feng Qingwu changed from a majestic general to a pug with his tail shaking and begging his master for his love.

"Young Master, why are you here in person?" Feng Qingwu's voice became sweet, as if there was a piece of royal jelly in her throat. The sweetness made Wuqi unable to help but get goosebumps all over her body. The flattery, pleasing and servile charm in her voice was really full. Wuqi felt that she was just a short tail. As long as she had a tail, she would definitely try her best to shake her tail like a fan.

The young man in golden robe standing on the dragon head looked coldly at the Longbo people kneeling on the ground, and stared fiercely on the broken chain. A cold sneer squeezed out of the young man's mouth, and he asked coldly: "Where is the strong wind? Feng Qingwu, where is the strong wind you promised?"

The bodies of those Longbo people were trembling, and none of them dared to look up.

Feng Qingwu shivered and pressed her forehead against the ground. She stammered: "It's already, I'm almost successful. However, this Taoist who splashed the situation, cut off the iron chain and let the wind escape."

The young man turned his head slightly and looked at Wuqi coldly. He looked at Wuqi for a while, and suddenly smiled mockingly: "Feng Qingwu, do you want to shirk responsibility? Just a peak of the Nascent Soul, can he break the 'Dragon Fishing Hook' cast with ten kinds of evil gold and quench it with dragon blood? Can such a Taoist have immortal weapons? Can he control immortal weapons? Well? Are you a fool?"

Feng Qingwu's body trembled violently, and Wuqi heard the sound of joints hitting from her body. Feng Qingwu hissed and shouted: "Young Master Mingjian, although this Taoist Splashing Mao is at the peak of the Nascent Soul, he can actually teleport! His strength is enough to be compared with the celestial immortal!"

The black dragon's eyes lit up slightly. He glanced at Wuqi, his huge mouth slightly curled up, and a strange smile appeared.

Wuqi glanced at the black dragon, and the big guy saw that Wuqi had practiced the Dragon Transformation Sutra. Any creature with the blood of the dragon clan and practicing the Dragon Transformation Sutra will emit a breath that can only be perceived by the pure dragon clan. Wuqi did not deliberately restrain this breath, so the black dragon discovered the secret of Wuqi's body.

But it was obvious that the black dragon did not mean to remind the young master. He opened his mouth wide, yawned, and simply closed his eyes.

The young master looked up and down at Wuqi for a while, and sneered: "Use teleportation spell at the Nascent Soul Realm? Such a thing may happen... I wonder if this fellow Taoist, who are you a disciple of Taiyi Jinxian?"

Wuqi didn't say anything. He quickly digested and analyzed some of the information in the words of the young master - those disciples of Taiyi Jinxian could also use the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul to display teleportation magical powers? In this way, the disciples of Taiyi Jinxian's magical powers and methods they practiced are much stronger than ordinary cultivators. This is no wonder, after all, they are disciples of Taiyi Jinxian!

After pondering for a while, Wuqi was about to consider making up a source for himself, the young man suddenly turned his head slightly, his lips slightly moved, and his lips were vaguely shaped with the word "take down".

With a light sound of "clang", nearly a hundred golden-armored men standing on the black dragon's back, a strong man holding a tiger-toothed spear flashed and arrived in front of Wuqi. His spear spear spear swung straight into the base of Wuqi's thigh.
Chapter completed!