Chapter 208 A good time is like a dream

A curved moon hung in the middle of the sky, and the dark red cold light shone down, rendering the thick fog over the canyon like blood flowing from the wounds of the earth.

From time to time, there will be a gorgeous meteor-like light in the distant sky. It was the meteorite thunder released from the underworld sea that pierced the sky and bombarded Dushuo Mountain.

In a dull roar, the sky rose with strong blood and red clouds, and the earth trembled in the painful groan.

This is a world where exiles and undead live together. There will never be a difference between day and night, no sunshine, and no spring and summer. Since its birth, it has been destined to be shrouded in darkness and winter.

The strong wind roared through the grand canyon more than 2,000 miles long with a piercing cold rumble, leaving behind the fog and lonely echoes.

There is no trace of anger, no trace of warmth, only killing and destruction.

"Wow--" In the dead silence, suddenly a dark shadow passed through the cold fog.

This is a dead bird common in the Jiran Mountain. Its size is about one person's height, and its wings are completely stretched out for more than a foot. The whole body is covered with metal-like black feathers. There is a white and gray spindle-shaped head on the slender neck, but it is a sign of hermaphrodite.

The dead bird looks cruel and fierce, but in fact, it is extremely timid. It never dares to take the initiative to attack the prey. It only feeds on the blood left in the corpse, which is not harmful to people.

This dead bird is not flying high, and it always keeps a distance of about 20 feet from the ground. This is not only conducive to finding food in the canyon, but also avoiding the mysterious flow of the mysterious sky raging in the sky.

It flew more than a hundred miles along the canyon alone. Suddenly, it seemed to have found something and swooped down with its wings.

Below is a desolate silence, an inch of grass-free low-lying land, as if it had just suffered a sudden meteorite**. The dark rocks were full of pale, and the shocking cracks spread around like spider webs, and a cold redness emerged from below.

A broken magic boat, like a black sword twisted by life, is obliquely inserted in the depression and burning fiercely.

It is like a black gold box, slightly flat in all four squares, and the rune stars on the hull are glittering with enchanting red light. The bow of the ship was buried deep in the ground and could not be seen clearly. On both sides of the fallen stern, there was a roaring dragon head, which spewed out a blue flame.

At the top of the magic boat, there are four thick masts protrude out. The giant sails on the pole have been burned into ashes by the fire, leaving only half of the burnt black ropes left to be swayed left and right by the strong wind in the canyon.

Such a scene is not uncommon in the Dushuo Mountains. Those magic boats sailing in the dark current of the mysterious sky are in danger of being bombed by meteorite. If the meteorite you encounter is less powerful, you can still rely on the protective charms and secret magic array on the ship to resist and resolve it. On the contrary, you can only encounter a disaster like the magic boat in front of you.

The dead bird flew in from the middle of the broken magic boat. The interior of the magic boat is divided into two floors, and the lower floor is the cargo compartment and a secret magic array that destroys lost spirits. The eyes of the magic array are composed of a huge tripod furnace. There are still many black ghost stones in the furnace that have not yet been refined, but they can no longer provide the energy needed for the shipwrecked magic boat to continue sailing.

The cabin was in a mess, and the bodies of sailors and demon warriors were everywhere.

For the dead bird that has been hungry for more than half a month, the discovery in front of them is tantamount to a sumptuous delicacy from the sky. It carefully circled around the cabin. After confirming that the surroundings were very safe, it inserted the sharp cone-like beak into the blood hole in the forehead of a magic warrior and sucked it greedily.

It was also very hungry. It sucked up the remaining blood in the corpses of seven or eight magic warriors in a row, and it staggered to the corpse of the next magic warrior.

This is a young magic warrior, with a slender figure and handsome appearance, but due to the long-term lack of wine and color, his skin color is pale and boring, and his face is faintly blue.

Like all demons, his eyes are not dark, but sea-like blue. The long hair leaked from the helmet also flashed with an ice-blue metallic luster, and the heavenly court was wide and straight with a faint crystal jade light.

The armor on his body is basically well preserved, but a cup-sized hole was blown open on the top of his head. Around the moon-shaped emblem engraved on his chest, there is a circle of golden-red flowers and branches on the other side, and three silver leaves grow on the branches, symbolizing that he was the leader of this team before his death. But now, like everyone else, it's just a good meal that the dead bird is about to enjoy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the dead bird stood beside him, the young magic warrior suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed its thick right leg with his left hand.

The dead bird was caught off guard and flew into the air with a shrill voice in horror, trying to break free from the capture of the demon warrior.

The magic warrior's left hand grasped tightly, but his body was brought up from the ground by a dead bird. He didn't want to think about it. He held a snow-white magic sword inserted obliquely beside him and cut it hard on the neck of the dead bird.

The dead bird screamed bitterly, and its wings fluttered weakly a few times, and fell back to the ground.

The magic warrior couldn't help loosening the right leg of the dead bird. The severe pain of the wound made him couldn't help humming, but his eyes looked at the magic sword clenched in his hand, and his face was confused.

This magic sword is four feet long and three finger wide, and the whole body of the sword is white, like auspicious cloud patterns intertwined and condensed. The hollow in the center of the hilt of the sword is inlaid with a slowly moving gorgeous pearl, which is constantly swallowing the gloom in the void.

"Cangyun Yuanchen?" The magic warrior subconsciously touched the wound on his neck with his hand, and his expression became more and more confused.

He crossed the magic sword, and the pure snow-like sword slowly reflected a handsome and gloomy vulture face.

The magic warrior frowned, and he clenched the five fingers of his left hand into a hoarse voice in his mouth and whispered, "Wo!"

"Wow--" Yuanchen's pearls overflowed with a milky white clear aura, which penetrated into his body like silk. After a moment, the wound on the top of the head sneered and healed at an incredible speed.

He reached out and dragged the dead bird's body, raised his head and poured a few mouthfuls of golden-green magic blood flowing from his neck. He couldn't help beating his whole body. He only felt that the blood was fishy and cold and tasted bad.

He resisted the nausea and forced himself to drink five or six sips. There was a little warmth in his body. Then he threw away the dead bird. As soon as he glanced, he saw a simple bronze ring on his left index finger. A six-petal magic flower was engraved on the face of the ring, but he could not call its name.

The young man smiled bitterly. He still couldn't figure out why after a change in heaven and earth, his yuan god inexplicably came to a strange world and entered the body of a magic warrior, and suddenly became another person.

Strictly speaking, the young magic warrior has died, but there are still some remaining memories in his mind, which are slowly absorbed by the new owner of this body.

- Mu Chengxue, Jiran Wei Hu Benjun Dutong, led his subordinates to take the magic boat deep into the Dushuo Mountains, but not for official business, but prepared to plunder some young and beautiful girls of the wolf and demon clan or strong and strong soldiers as before, and sold them to the slave merchants in the underground black market of Jiran City.

Relying on this disgraceful business, he has earned amazing wealth that ordinary people can't imagine in just a few years. However, there are unpredictable things in the sky, and maybe even God can't see it. Not long ago, a terrible light without warning split the magic boat and bombarded everyone, including Mu Chengxue.

It is incredible that at this moment, Mu Chengxue "lived" again and became the only survivor in the whole magic boat.

But who knows that the person who really "resurrects" Mu Chengxue is actually the moto god of another person, Chu Tian.

His yuan god is now attached to Mu Chengxue, initially absorbing the remaining memory of the other party, and knowing that he was transmitted to somewhere in the demon world by the fate disk. However, the scene here is different from my original imagination, and the new identity will take some time to adapt.

The most urgent thing is to find Luo Jia's soul in the demon world, and then take her back to the world together.

However, this matter is easy to say, but if you really want to do it, you are bound to reach the sky. Let's not say that Luojia's soul floats to where he can't know, but the current situation is enough for him to scratch his head.

First of all, Mu Chengxue's body was seriously damaged, and his internal organs almost turned into ashes. Although the demon's body is strong, as long as the golden elixir does not destroy the soul, even if the body is extinguished, it can grow and recover as before. But after all, this requires a process, and it will consume a large number of magic elements.

Fortunately, the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword was transferred to the demon world by the fate plate. With the Yunlu Holy Spring hidden in Yuanchen's treasure beads, it can completely accelerate the healing of the body.

But another problem is a little tricky - Mu Chengxue's cultivation can be reached to the realm of Yuanming, and it is still one step away from the Holy Step. In other words, his meridians could not withstand the power of the holy step for the time being, so the city gate caught fire and affected the pond fish. The power of Chu Tianhe was ambitious, but it could not be easily exerted. He must refine and transform his body step by step.

What's more a headache is that my body is left in the Northern Underworld Sea. Fandu Sutra, Xiaofeng Canyuexiao and other magic treasures have all been left behind. Now there is only this Cangyun Yuanchen sword with me, and even the culprit who caused all the difficulties in front of us - the plate of fate has gone.

When I first came here, my understanding of the demon world only comes from Mu Chengxue's broken memory. What should I do in the future? I need to think about it carefully.

At this time, Chu Tian's spiritual platform moved slightly and felt a new movement outside the magic boat.

It seems that the demon world is not full of desolation and coldness. At least this magic boat has attracted a lot of visitors.