In the morning light of the third day, Du Qiangfeng quickly climbed to a peak along the stone steps.

On the top of the mountain, Wei Xingzhen held his arms with both hands and stood there without looking sideways.

Hearing Du Huanfeng's voice, he looked at him a little, "Have you finished checking?"

"Half and half." Du Qiangfeng said softly, "After all, there are still four years left, so I don't know how many changes will happen."

“What are you getting?”

"I have found dozens of formations with the main structure similar to the Liufu Garden and its underground pathways - my idea is that as long as I find the formation that Feng Yan awakens before her death, it is equivalent to finding some of her cause of death."

Du Qiangfeng said softly, "In another three or five days, I should be able to pass all the formations recorded in the library. Then, if we look at the clues together."

"Thank you for your hard work." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

Du Huanfeng laughed, and he followed Wei Xingzhen's gaze to the east - the altar of praying for blessings was like a small dot as big as a fingernail in his vision.

"Have you been here for three days?"

Wei Xingzhen looked into the distance and nodded.

Du Kuangfeng looked into the distance, and near the blessing altar, the strange and dangerous power was still accumulating, and he didn't know when it would reach its peak.

"It doesn't look great." Du Huanfeng said softly.

Wei Xingzhen did not answer the conversation immediately.

He did find it a little strange - but this has nothing to do with the "badness" mentioned by Du Kangfeng.

What really made Wei Xingzhen care a little about was that the increasingly majestic demonic aura in the distance had a somewhat similar flavor to him.

Although this similarity was fleeting, Wei Xingzhen could always capture it accurately, and every time it made him frown gently.

What is the origin of this monster?

Du Shuanfeng said again, "If Feng Yan fails this time—"

"No," Wei Xingzhen whispered, "A Yan... is just playing around."

...

On the third day, thunder came from the depths of the sunset.

A long-awaited moment has finally arrived.

Hundreds of golden light spots as big as pearls rose from the surface, and then chased Feng Yan from all directions.

The light spots pass through the rocks, and the stones are shattered in an instant; when they pass through the trunk, they leave a straight and hollow narrow passage in the embracing tree;

Feng Yan jumped and turned sharply in the air.

The golden spots of light followed her closely, as if the trajectory left by the flight.

She stepped on the wind and ran step by step to the jungle in the heart of the spirit-sacrificing man. The demonic energy there finally reached a peak of some kind, as abundant as overflowing boiling water.

The moment Feng Yan landed, a number of light spots had predicted her position. They were like balls rolling down, attacking Feng Yan noisily without leaving any room for dodging.

This sunset was instantly rendered like noon in the hot summer.

After the attack, everything was like a blooming fireworks passing by the wind.

Feng Yan stood in the gradually extinguished light, unscathed.

The same brilliant golden halo floated around her - this was the barrier that successfully resisted the invasion of vines on the day of her marriage. Whether it was facing the vines on that day or the light spots of today, the result was obviously the same.

At this moment, Feng Yan finally saw the true nature of the monster in front of her.

"Meet again." She whispered, "I always thought you were a tree demon...so isn't it?"

Under a huge inflorescence several feet high, light golden flowers sway in the wind - those golden phosphorescence spots are its pollen.

Its gray-green slender leaves stretched in the demonic atmosphere, and each leaf tip has a dark brown spike.

This is the first time Feng Yan has seen such a giant thorny agave tongue.

At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly understood why Du Huanfeng said that the monster this time was more difficult than the fake phoenix - this dragon tongue no longer had the demon essence, and its power of action came from the wild spirits sacrificed by the spirit-sacrificing man.

If the person standing here today is an ordinary demon-removing master, then he will either not be able to activate his spiritual consciousness in battle or he will have to blindfold his eyes.

Otherwise, the eyes will be burned the moment you see the dragon tongue.

But this is not a problem for Feng Yan. She does not need to predict the other party's next actions based on the changes in the demonic energy - the awareness of the monster's combat instinct is obviously more accurate than the demonic energy seen by the eyes.

"Why don't you see me in person?" She raised her head and said softly, "I've been waiting for you for three days. Do you even refuse to give me the time to sit down and chat with me?"

The agave tongue answered with the spiked rain.

Feng Yan had to jump up again, and all the places she passed were pierced by sharp thorns. Several times the thorns almost scratched Feng Yan's hem, but she finally avoided it.

Feng Yan quietly observed the enemy in front of her.

After flying around it for a few times, Feng Yan finally felt the existence of the spirit core at the core of the inflorescence.

The small flame she had seen in her dreams burned where the spirit core was located, and the center of the flame contained an unclear seal totem.

——That should be why it can feed on wild spirits.

This attack lasted about three or five rounds, and the flowers and leaves of the big thorned agave tongue gradually melted. The pale girl who had seen in my aunt's vision a few days ago appeared in the halo again.

"Why are you..." the girl was a little angry, "Why... don't fight back."

Feng Yan did not answer.

The place where she killed the fake phoenix at the age of fifteen is also nearby.

At that time, she was like today, and she was reluctant to kill herself, and she was even reluctant to really hurt the beautiful red feathers of the fake phoenix.

It's like a kitten, carefully playing with prey.

However, after hundreds of rounds of battle, Puppet Luan finally realized that she was not an opponent and wanted to escape. Feng Yan took the killing force at that time and quickly and decisively took its life.

Today, facing this big thorn agave tree, she seemed to have no need to kill it in a sequel. Once the plants of the agave tree bloom, they almost always come at the cost of their own lives.

Even if she doesn't take action, how many days can this dragon tongue live?

Not to mention, from the moment it truly awakened from the formation, Feng Yan felt the determination to die in it, and the determination was mixed with loyalty, passionate hatred, and almost desperate sorrow.

This scene is very similar to the scene near Mingtang at that time - this dragon tongue has almost no tentative action, and every attack it directly bets on its entirety.

It's like a moth that keeps blowing into the fire.

This innocent and pure will was filled with fateful paranoia, which almost aroused Feng Yan's unbearableness.

"Who are you fighting for?" During the rapid dodging, Feng Yan whispered, "Who told you that I will hurt Lord Wei?"

"You can't deceive me anymore, Feng Yan."

"I didn't lie to you." Feng Yan said softly, "I never thought of killing Wei Xingzhen's life-"

Long Tong sneered, "I only know...believe what I saw with my own eyes-"

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Feng Yan frowned, "What did you see with your own eyes?"

The huge thorn shattered the entire altar the next moment, and half of the mountain rocks fell down.

Feng Yan kept trying to calm the dragon tongue, but it was useless.

The sky gradually dimmed, and more and more wild spirits were gathering in this area. Feng Yan also realized the new danger - what if the dragon tongue did not intend to sneak into Luoyang, but simply awakened the Linghe River in Daizong Mountain?

This possibility does not exist. After all, at this moment, there seems to be nothing more important than killing Feng Yan.

"I thought we could sit down and talk." Feng Yan whispered, "...I'm very sorry."

She suddenly changed her previous dodge and headed straight towards the center of the inflorescence.

The dragon tongue instantly opened its entire shell, and Feng Yan raised her hand and cut the armor out neatly as if she was plucking a string.

Countless branches and vines suddenly turned into spider silk at this time, wrapping around Feng Yan's hands and feet without saying a word. The spiritual core in front of him changed color in an instant.

All of this seemed to have been planning for a long time, almost a reappearance of that day's dream.

Feng Yan finally understood that this was Longtiao's trump card.

All the demonic energy is just a trick to scare people. The real death is here - the inflorescence itself is a trap. Just waiting for Feng Yan to take the initiative to attack, her fighting spirit will be the key to starting all this.

Feng Yan laughed indifferently.
Chapter completed!