Chapter 29 Death Grass

It was not until the next morning that Zhao Qianyang stopped. He opened his eyes and watched the magical runes in front of him slowly fade and finally disappeared.

"Hmm."

The Phantom slowly opened his eyes and climbed away from Zhao Qianyang after a while. Zhao Qianyang had never been hugged by a woman. He looked at the Phantom with a red face and saw that her eyebrows were clear, and her eyes were very different from yesterday.

"Thank you for your help. What are you practicing? It's so amazing." The Phantom said faintly, and his voice was a little less charming and more pure.

"Well, this is a soul curse." Zhao Qianyang suddenly didn't get used to it.

"Qinghun spell, I also know such an ordinary charm. How can I practice and use it without your effect? You can type it out and let me have a look."

Zhao Qianyang spread out his hand to hit the soul curse, and saw dozens of dark gold and small runes beating actively on the palm of his hand.

"That's right, but there seems to be a strange breath hidden in it, and even I can't see it. What's going on?"

Zhao Qianyang told the story of his being taken away. The Phantom pondered for a while and said, "Will it leave dark magic in your body when the dust leaves, making the soul curse mutate?"

"Spells can also mutate." Zhao Qianyang's eyes widened.

"The charm will not mutate, but the energy in the human body is different, so the effect is different."

"Oh." Zhao Qianyang nodded. Wu Xiao's soul power was golden, and his soul power was dark gold. Zhao Qianyang always thought that it was because his strength was not as good as Wu Xiao. Thinking about it, the color of Li Yi's soul power was also golden. Is it because your soul power has mutated?

"Don't move, I'll know if I try." The Phantom said and stretched out his hand to play a string of charms and flew straight into Zhao Qianyang's forehead.

Zhao Qianyang's soul shook violently, and the soul power in the veins seemed to become boiling water, strewn around. At this time, the black dragon hidden in the dark came out.

"Roar."

Zhao Qianyang was shocked and dizzy, and immediately regained consciousness.

The Phantom took two steps back, straightened his eyes in consternation, opened his mouth and shouted, "What is contained in your soul power? It's impossible to be so domineering. How can you withstand such a strong breath? It's absolutely impossible." The Phantom shook his head repeatedly.

"Is it the black dragon?" Zhao Qianyang thought that such a thing was indeed strange. He recalled the appearance of the black dragon in his mind and transformed it on the palm of his hand with soul power.

"Do you know this? Well, it's black."

"Somewhat familiar, if it is black, there is only a black dragon, but it is absolutely impossible to be a black dragon. Even if it is a young dragon, I may not be able to beat three or four. If the black dragon attached to your body, then you would have burst into blood foam."

Is it an illusion? Zhao Qianyang remembered that he had never seen a black dragon. The only unknown thing was the period when the dust invaded his body, but Brother Wu did not say that he had used any soul curse, but where did the black scales on his body come from? Could it be that the dust wants to harm itself? Maybe it's like this.

"Let's go. While it's dawn, let's quickly cross the dead grass, where there are groups of earth dragons, which are very dangerous. They are afraid of the sun and don't like to come out during the day. The phantom said brilliantly.

"I'm a little hungry." Zhao Qianyang touched and said alone. He found that the phantom had been baptized by the soul curse, and his whole body had changed a lot. When he spoke, he became approachable. Zhao Qianyang thought to himself that there should be no threat to his life.

After dinner, the two of them walked forward and almost disappeared. Finally, they walked out of the deep forest of the black region. Outside, there were endless plains, green grasslands, high mounds, blue sky, breeze blowing, and pleasant grass. Zhao Qianyang suddenly felt much refreshed.

"Stop talking. We must get out of this grassland quickly. If it is found by Tu Jinglong, it will be very troublesome."

After saying that, the phantom waved a wisp of black smoke in his hand and floated under Zhao Qianyang and his feet like fog. Zhao Qianyang took a few steps forward and could not hear any sound. It was really amazing.

The two walked quickly. Zhao Qianyang saw the black holes more than two meters wide underground, and finally understood where the earth Jinglong was. In the face of this kind of creature living underground, even the phantom's escape technique had no effect.

Zhao Qianyang has always been curious about what Tu Jinglong looks like, but seeing that the master of the Phantom is also so cautious, he can't be careless. He carefully follows the Phantom for fear that he will go to the wrong place and disturb the sleeping things below.

The temperature is rising, and the sun shines brightly.

Zhao Qianyang walked in the grass for about four hours and was a little thirsty.

Suddenly, the Phantom stopped and reached out to motion Zhao Qianyang to stop.

She is like a cheetah ready to go. Her body arched slightly, her hands were covered with black fog, and she whispered, "Shh! Don't move!" The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Two people are like solidified sculptures, standing quietly on the grass.

In the distance, under the mound, two earth dragons are crawling to the left very leisurely. The earth dragon is like a yak, with a fat body, wearing long earthy yellow mane, and seven or eight sharp sharp horns on its head, like crystal, shining in the dazzling sun.

When Zhao Qianyang saw Tu Jinglong for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The beasts that can make the Phantom so careful must be extraordinary, and Zhao Qianyang is naturally very careful not to disturb them.

After a while, the two earth dragons got into the grass again and became quiet again.

After another quarter of an hour, the Phantom stood up and motioned Zhao Qianyang to continue moving forward. Zhao Qianyang observed that no other beasts could be seen on the grass except the cave of the earth Jinglong on the ground. I guess they are too scared to haunt here.

In the evening, Zhao Qianyang and the two finally walked to the end of the grassland without danger. They hid three times, and the longest time was Zhao Qianyang lay on the ground for an hour.

There is another deep forest in front of him, but this deep forest is obviously different from the deep forest in the black field. The tallest tree here is only more than 20 meters. There is no way to compare with the towering trees in the deep forest in the black field. Zhao Qianyang feels that these short trees are very novel, and there is a sense of pride and pride in his heart. In his hometown Few people have come out of the mountains and forests. If Phantom or Wu Xiao knew this idea, he would definitely laugh him to death.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the two found a stream in the forest. The stream flowed down from the mountain wall not far from the right side, rattling at the stones, and the trembling drops of water were crystal clear, shining dazzlingly in the golden sunlight. The mouth of the stream was cold and sweet. Zhao Qianyang took several sips before giving up, and wiped his mouth with his sleeves contentedly. The corner of his eyes skimmed a golden thing and flew towards him.

This is a golden fish, with an oval body the size of an arm, covered with golden scales, and two big eyes raised on its cone-like head. When attacking, the goldfish opened its mouth, revealing two rows of short, sharp and thin teeth.

Zhao Qianyang dodged quickly. The goldfish was about to jump into the water. He was penetrated by a golden sword. His tail was shaken wildly and did not immediately cut off his breath.

"I happened to be a little hungry, so I roasted you to eat. It's not my fault. You brought it to your door."

"Sister happens to be hungry. I'll go down and catch two fish. You can roast more later."

The Phantom did not walk down the stream and sprinkled it casually. A black net was thrown into the water and gently mentioned. Several lively fish in the black net were fat and tight.

Zhao Qianyang peeled off the fish belly and put the seasoning in, thinking about what to sew the fish belly with. His soul power is very hard. If it's okay to string the fish, it won't work if you want to sew something.

"Sister, can you sew up the fish belly with soul power?"

Because the Phantom's attitude towards Zhao Qianyang was much more relaxed, Zhao Qianyang finally called out the eldest sister.

"Don't call me everyone. It's hard to hear, as if I'm old." The phantom waved casually, and the thin soul line was as flexible as a snake. There seemed to be something pulling in the dark, sewing the fish's belly seamlessly.

"What don't you call your elder sister?"

"Call me beautiful sister." The phantom stroked her white and seductive face, and her black and beautiful hair fell on her shoulders, which was also beautiful under the reflection of the afterglow in the evening.

"No," Zhao Qianyang shook his head and said, "It's too long. It's too troublesome to scream."

"Huh, isn't your sister beautiful?" The phantom pinched his waist and muttered.

Zhao Qianyang scratched his head and said, "Of course it's beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen since I was a child."

"Really? How many years have you cultivated your soul? The phantom smiled beautifully, just like the beauty and extraordinary when the epilebula blooms.

Zhao Qianyang nodded and said, "I'm just 18 years old, and I've only been practicing my soul for more than three months."

"What, are you telling the truth? How can it be that you have only cultivated your soul for more than three months?" The Phantom played a series of spells against Zhao Qianyang, which had no offensive effect, but only tested the person's age.

After the result came back, the phantom was shocked again, and Zhao Qianyang's eyes were completely looking at a demon.

"When my soul power can condense and take shape, it took more than three years, but you actually used it for more than three months. I'm really ashamed of my sister."

"Sister, how long have you been cultivating your soul?" Zhao Qianyang wanted to ask the age of the Phantom, but he thought that some women in the town were also willing to reveal their age, so he changed his way.

"It's not long, it's not long. I've only cultivated my soul for more than 114 years." The Phantom said faintly.