Chapter 92 Golden Winged Sculpture

Ding Yang's hand was inadvertently inserted into the mud, and he felt that the gas of vegetation from the mud was extremely strong. After turning into true qi through the bluewood gas, he did not wait for Dingyang to deliberately guide it, he went all the way up along the meridians in his arms, poured into the vein, and reached Dingyang's Dantian through the vein. Save it.

What surprised and pleased Ding Yang was that the true qi transformed from the mud was so thick, several times thicker than the true qi transformed by Ding Yang on the century-old tree.

It turns out that this swamp has been formed for thousands of years. In the thousands of years, there are continuous branches, leaves and trees falling into the mud, including the moss on the cliff next to the mud, which will automatically fall into the mud when it rises to a certain thickness.

Due to the action of the sticky mud in the mud, after the moss of these branches and leaves and trees rot, the energy contained in it is not lost, but remains in the mud.

After thousands or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the energy of vegetation gathered in the mud has reached a terrible level. Even these dozens of miles of mud can no longer hold so much energy.

The energy of these plants slowly emanates from the mud, permeating the air and forming a fog blocking the bottom of the whole cliff. I don't know how thick this layer of fog is, and it will not disperse for years.

Ding Yang's running of Qingmu gasification, the gas of vegetation precipitated in the mud, was like a flood crashing around finding a vent, and a swarm of bees rushed to Ding Yang's hands.

Ding Yang had some surprises at the beginning, but later he became surprised, and then he was a little scared. The qi of vegetation in the mud seems to be endless, and Ding Yang's Qingmu gasification technology can't cope with it.

In less than half an hour, Dingyang's Dantian was full of the true energy transformed, and the top Dingyang originally absorbed the true energy obtained by dozens of trees.

Ding Yang had to disperse the Aoki gasification and touch the part of Dantian, which is full of true energy, just a giggle.

It's just that the harvest of half an hour today is greater than his practice at the bottom of the cliff for more than half a year. Ding Yang absorbed the energy of the trees for ten days in the woods in the middle of the mud, which made his middle-level cultivation move forward a little. Now I have only absorbed half an hour in the mud, and my true qi cultivation seems to have made a little progress.

You should know that when it comes to the middle level of Yijinjing, the true amount of energy required for every step forward is extremely horrible. You can feel the obvious progress in half an hour. If it is heard by the martial arts people next to you, you will be so shocked that your tongue will be spit out.

Ding Yang usually absorbs the energy of trees all day. The true energy in Dantian is only half full. Today, it is only half an hour. There is no space in Dantian. Ding Yang is not used to it for a while.

Since Dantian is full, it's meaningless to stay here. Ding Yang looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and the roar spread in all directions. He was calling A Bai to come over and take him back to the cave.

While Ding Yang's roar sounded, there was a long hiss in the depths of the fog. Ding Yang thought that A Bai was echoing his roar, but when he listened carefully, there was a trace of sadness and despair in the hiss.

Abai has an accident! This is a signal to ask him for help! Such an idea flashed in Ding Yang's mind, and Ding Yang also began to worry.

He and A Bai, the python, lived together at the bottom of the cliff for half a year. The relationship between one person and one python was getting better and better. He found that A Bai's life might be in danger, and Ding Yang was also anxious.

Another long hiss came. This time, Ding Yang heard it clearly and roared up to the sky, telling A Bai that he must hold on. Ding Yang's eyes suddenly glowed, and the [Magic Pupil] ran, and his body rushed into the thick fog with an electric whis.

Ding Yang's eyes were full of colorful light, and he saw a passage in the heavy fog. His toes rose from the stone exposed in the mud and ran with all his strength in the direction of A Bai'ssing.

After half a column of incense, Ding Yang has traveled five or six miles in the mud. Suddenly, the fog in front of him has become thick again, and the duration of [the pupil of the ghost] has reached.

Ding Yang suddenly became anxious. Without the help of [Magic Pupil], the speed of his marching in the mud immediately dropped. If it went on like this, Abai's danger would become greater and greater.

Ding Yang roared again and told A Bai that he was coming with all his strength, and at the same time summoned A Bai to approach him.

Ding Yang suddenly found that he was passing by a small forest in the mud. He snapped a few palms, clicked loudly, and several big trees were broken by the waist and fell down.

Ding Yang stood like a knife, cut off a few branches, pulled up his body again and rushed into the thick fog.

When the momentum was exhausted and his body began to fall, Ding Yang cut off a half-foot-long section from the branch in his hand, threw it into the mud in front of him, and then his body fell down. His toes borrowed strength on the branch floating on the surface of the mud, and his figure rose again and rushed forward.

In this way, every time Ding Yang fell, he bounced up again on the thrown branch, and flew forward three or five miles in an instant. There were bursts of roars from Abai in his ear, mixed with sharp calls in the middle.

Ding Yang's figure rose and fell twice. Through the fog in front of him, a spectacular battle scene appeared in Ding Yang's eyes.

In the mud in front of him, a huge golden-winged giant eagle is fighting with A Bai. This huge bird is eight feet tall, its wings are spread more than three feet, its claws are bent like ten steel hooks, and its feathers are as bright as gold. The huge beak protrudes a foot long and sharp as a knife. As soon as he pecks down, a blood hole appears on A Bai's body.

A Bai has suffered a great loss. His body was more than three feet long with scars and blood stains, full of scratches and blood holes pecked by the giant eagle, but he still rushed to the giant eagle fiercely.

The eagle eagle is originally the nemesis of snakes. In addition, this giant eagle is huge, and its wings are bigger than A Bai, so it pressed A Bai's head.

Every time A Bai attacks the golden-winged eagle, the golden-winged eagle flies to the air. When A Bai's attack passes, the golden-winged eagle will see the opportunity to either grab a claw on A Bai's body or a huge beak on A Bai's body. Over time, it will hurt A Bai all over.

A Bai finally seemed to be unable to hold on. He let out a sad cry and turned around and was about to escape into the thick fog. The golden-winged eagle's wings were flapped, and a gust of wind blew. It had arrived behind Abai, and a huge claw poked out and grabbed Abai's back.

Seeing that the giant claws were about to catch a few more blood marks on A Bai's body, which was speeding forward, suddenly bounced back with lightning speed, and the blood basin hit the chest of the golden-winged eagle.

The golden-winged eagle didn't expect that A Bai, who had fled, dared to sneak up on it. It was too late to fly up for a moment.

The golden-winged eagle is also a fierce person among the birds. Suddenly, two fierce lights shot out of his eyes. Unexpectedly, it did not stop A Bai's attack, but his body tried his best to retreat, and the huge beak pecked at the head of A Bai's big snake with strong wind. It turned out to be a fighting method of both sides.

With a bang, although the golden-winged sculpture tried its best to retreat, it was still swept by Abai's snake teeth. Suddenly, the golden feathers were scattered everywhere, and a foot-long mouth was torn open by Abai's sharp teeth on his chest, and the blood splashed everywhere.

A Bai hit it and quickly waved his head to avoid the peck of the golden-winged eagle, but it was still a little slow. Although he dodged the middle of the forehead, he was still pecked on the side. Suddenly, there was a painful hiss, and blood flowed down the snake's neck.

The golden-winged eagle made a sad cry. It had never suffered such a big loss in front of a snake, and the pain in its chest stimulated the fierceness in its blood. The wings suddenly waved forward, and a strong wind rose to the ground. Suddenly, A Bai's body was more than three feet long and rolled up with a weight of seven or eight hundred catties.

As A Bai was scraped and rolled, the golden-winged eagle suddenly rushed forward, and the two giant claws brought ten sharp claw winds and grabbed the middle of Abai's body.

As long as A Bai's body is caught by the golden winged eagle, the sharp claws can be hooked into A Bai's meat, and then use two huge wings to take A Bai to the sky and fall down to the stone wall, which can break A Bai's bones. Next, the golden-winged eagle can enjoy the delicious food. This is the must-kill skill of the eagle eagle to deal with snakes and insects, and it is also inherited from the natural memory of these raptors.

Naturally, A Bai also has this kind of memory inheritance of natural enemies. There is sadness and despair in his heart. His body is still rolling in the wind, and there is a desperate hiss in his mouth.

At the moment when the claws of the golden-winged eagle were about to fall on A Bai, he heard a shout from the fog: "Bold evil beast! How dare you hurt A Bai! Come on!"

With the shouting, a fast and incredible black light came out of the fog and came under the golden-winged eagle like lightning.

The golden-winged eagle was shocked by the sudden shouts, but after all, it was a strong and fierce bird, and it was not very panicked. The giant claws continued to grab A Bai, and a huge wing suddenly flapped in the direction of Ding Yang, and a fierce wind rolled towards Ding Yang.