Chapter 620: The Winds of Shenzhou, the Sword Wings of Saga
This sword-raising gourd is the mysterious stone platform in the battlefield of the Zhuxian Army.
It was accidentally nurtured by absorbing the sword energy scattered by the purple and green swords, the treasures of the Jiutian Sect.
After Ye Yang received this thing, he never had the opportunity to use it.
Now that he accidentally got the wind and thunder wings, Ye Yang's mind suddenly had thoughts.
"The purple and green swords are the treasures of the Jiutian Sect. As the first sect of Yalongling, I am afraid that they are at least the grade of Taoist tools."
"Not only are they powerful, but they are also pure and crisp, and can nourish all things."
"It was because the Eastern Zhuxian Army was ready to move and ready to go that Jiutian Zhenjun asked for this sword."
"It is rare to see it on weekdays, and it is more than enough to match these bone wings."
He touched it lightly with his hand, and the gourd trembled slightly, as if sharp sword energy was about to be ejected from the mouth of the gourd.
Although this thing looks like a gourd, it is not a physical entity.
Instead, it was a gourd shape formed by countless pure sword qi being gathered by the stone platform.
It was filled with pure sword qi.
If this pair of wings were nourished and refined with sword qi, they would definitely be rejuvenated and powerful.
He concentrated and calmed his breath, and shouted softly.
"Close!"
As Ye Yang's words fell, the sword-raising gourd gently rotated in the air, and countless sword beams burst out.
With the injection of his magic power.
The veins of sword qi on the surface of the gourd became clearer, and the scars began to slowly fade.
Instead, there were strands of sword qi that almost formed veins inside.
Then a faint purple and green light emanated from the gourd, gradually forming a light shield.
Wrapping Ye Yang and the pair of bone wings inside.
The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be pulled by some magical power and poured into the wings.
Ye Yang closed his eyes and concentrated his mind.
Trying to establish a connection with this ancient wing.
At this moment.
Ye Yang felt that there seemed to be a wonderful resonance between the bone wing and the gourd.
The boundary between the two became blurred.
In an instant, the purple-green sword silk in the gourd shone brightly, and everything around became quiet, with only the faint sound of the sword echoing in the air.
The gourd turned into sword energy and flew out, and the purple-green light inside surrounded Ye Yang like flowing water.
And the pair of wings slowly unfolded, stretching their wings, absorbing the essence of the sword energy in these lights.
At first, the changes in the wings were not obvious, but as time went on, the texture of the bone wings began to change.
The originally pale bone gradually became stained with a faint purple-green color, as if it was soaked by sword energy.
The patterns on the bone wings also became more complicated, and countless subtle sword energy actually knotted and condensed, turning into feather-like patterns.
Interweaving and flowing in the wings, the pair of bone wings not only looked extremely sharp.
And faintly, it exuded a palpitating and terrifying aura.
Each gentle flap seemed to split the space, causing tiny cracks in the surrounding air.
When the fusion reached its peak, the entire space seemed to be filled with a powerful force.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Even the air was filled with the faint sound of swords, and even the space was about to be broken.
Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.
This pair of wings actually automatically flew behind him.
He gently waved his bone wings.
With a "whoosh" sound, a purple-green stream of light cut through the void, leaving a long trail.
Then his figure appeared.
This pair of wings was broad and powerful, and near the end was a sword shape, extremely sharp.
On one side was a green wind, and on the other side was a purple thunder.
The wind and thunder were lingering, and there was wind and thunder following, covering a radius of two or three feet.
Ye Yang gently shook his wings, and a pair of huge wings suddenly appeared behind him. As he kept flapping, the fierce sword energy whistled up.
The surrounding space was rippled, as if it could tear apart all obstacles.
Ye Yang's mind moved, and his wings gently flapped, and he had already taken his body to the sky quickly.
His figure shot forward like an arrow from a string, and soon flew into the sky.
Under this pair of wings, the resistance in the air seemed to be completely ignored.
Only the sound of wind and thunder intertwined, still roaring in the ears.
Ye Yang stopped flying.
He quietly floated in the air, feeling this new power.
Wind and thunder wings, sword energy.
The next moment, he urged his wings, and the overwhelming wind and lightning intertwined, and countless sword energy appeared in front of him.
Ye Yang shouted, and the blue and purple light was strong, and the sword energy was extremely sharp, rotating around him like a tornado.
It rolled up a piece of heaven and earth.
The overwhelming wind and lightning intertwined, and the air was filled with a heart-pounding power.
The most terrifying thing was the countless sharp sword qi, which danced in the air, making sharp whistling sounds.
The sword qi split the sky, tore through the sky and earth, and flew out, like lightning streaking through the sky.
Wherever it passed, the space was torn into tiny cracks.
He soared into the air again, his figure shuttled through the clouds like a flash of lightning, and every time he waved his bone wings, it would trigger violent storms and thunder.
The sword qi fell like a meteor shower, instantly crushing the rocks below into powder.
"Not bad."
Ye Yang let out a long breath, and was very satisfied with the power of the wind and thunder wings.
Driving the wind and thunder wings, his figure seemed to cut through the space.
After a while, he returned to the capital of the Dayun Dynasty.
The speed was 50% faster than before.
This was without full power.
After putting away the wind and thunder wings, he turned into Ye Yang again, but as soon as he returned to the house, he received a letter from Qingmu Zhenren.
After reading the letter, Ye Yang frowned.
In the letter, Qingmu Zhenren gave a detailed explanation of the Mausoleum of the Dayun Dynasty.
The Mausoleum of the Dynasty has a complex terrain and good feng shui. It is said that it is a treasure land that the Lord of the Dayun Dynasty, Ren Taxian, personally found for himself.
Not long ago, cracks suddenly appeared in the Mausoleum, the sky was spinning, and it was a mess. There was a strange sound of a dragon from inside.
Many people said that there might be something unpredictable hidden inside.
And the letter from Qingmu Zhenren was also very simple.
At present, none of the princes and princesses in the Dayun Dynasty can hold power.
Moreover, the concubines in the palace are fighting for fame and fortune.
The interior has fallen into chaos.
If we can take the initiative at this opportunity, we may be able to occupy a favorable position in the coming storm.
"The situation is still unclear now. We need to act, but not now."
Soon, Ye Yang made a decision.
On the other side.
Under the night, in the mountains and forests.
A carriage with eight divine horses pulling a luxurious carriage is galloping and running wildly in the mountains.
There are still many dead men around the carriage, and many of them have been killed by these people. At this moment, the ground is full of blood, and the bodies of people and horses are piled on the ground at will, and the heads are rolling.
In front of the carriage, there is also a woman. With the change of her body shape, eight rotating divine spears roll up countless wind and rain.
Every time she attacks, she will definitely bring a handful of blood beside her.
"Yan Fei, don't run away."
...
At first it was just a voice, and then the voice became louder and louder, as if the roar of countless people filled the surrounding space.
Yan Qingying raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
"Escape? Do you have the ability to leave us behind?"
As she pulled her hand away, the eight divine spears shook slightly, as if they were about to merge into one. A subtle humming sound came from the air, which was a sign that the divine spears were about to be unsheathed.
A spear stabbed out, and the white tiger roared.
Rushed forward like a stream of light.
A corpse was pierced directly through the heart by this spear, fell to the ground, and twitched all over.
That person. Tall, dressed in black, but with green snake-like scales on his face.
At this time.
Suddenly, the sky and the ground were dark in the distance, and there was a whistling sound.
The earth was shaking.
It seemed that some old demons were approaching.
This breath made the originally tense atmosphere even more solemn.
Yan Qingying looked solemn when she saw this.
"Princess Yan, the enemy's masters are catching up, let's run away."
"They are the rebel king Cangjia Dragon King's men, or the Third Prince's men."
As the darkness gradually approached, a huge figure appeared in front of everyone.
It was a huge monster, like a python or a dragon, and a bit like an earthworm underground.
It was covered with thick scales, and its eyes were like two burning flames, exuding a fierce breath.
It curled up its body and slowly crawled towards Yan Qingying and others.
Every step made the ground tremble.
But the most terrifying thing was that above the terrifying and fierce monster.
There was a person standing.