Fairy Desire

With a wave of Meng Xiang's knife, a huge bird's head was chopped off and flew out, but there was no trace of joy on his face.

Almost at the moment when the giant red bird's head was chopped off, a new head emerged from its neck.In an instant, the giant red bird had a brand new head, exactly the same as the nearly ten heads that had been chopped off by Meng Xiang before.

Meng Xiang chopped off the head of the giant red bird again, his face a little dignified.While the giant red bird's head was being chopped off, it didn't stop moving, and kept moving away from the road.

If it hadn't devoted almost all of its energy to the regeneration of its head, it might have left the road a long, long way ago.But if he can't completely kill it in a very short time, he might give up this excellent opportunity. After all, he can't fly now, and he is too far away from the road, so it will be difficult for him to go back.

Meng Xiang raised his left hand, and a black light cluster appeared on the tip of his index finger. It was deep and introverted, as if it could suck a person's soul into it.

The giant red bird felt uneasy, its body glowed red, and gradually a crimson flame rose up, trying to engulf Meng Xiang in it.

"It's a waste of effort!" Meng Xiang sneered, and with a wave of the long knife in his hand, he chopped off the head of the giant red bird again.The red light glowing from its body automatically flowed to its broken neck, and as the red light disappeared, the rising flames from its body quickly disappeared.

"Die!" Meng Xiang swung his knife and slashed on the back of the giant red bird, leaving a long and deep wound.Dodging to avoid the flames gushing out of the wound, pointing his index finger, a little black light directly poured into its body from the deepest part of the wound,

Meng Xiang stomped hard on the giant red bird with both feet, and the huge force crushed it to the ground with a bang, while he himself flew three hundred feet away with the force of the stomp, flying lightly. landed on the road.

The moment Meng Xiang bounced away, the giant red bird let out a shrill scream. It leapt up from the ground and thrashed in pain. Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and flames flew across. In a short while, the huge piece of land was turned into There was a sea of ​​flames.

After about 5 minutes, the red color on its body gradually receded, and it gradually became unable to move. Finally, it let out a whine and fell to the ground dead.Although the Qi of Guishui in Meng Xiang's body was not too much, once it was combined with the saber energy and poured into the body, it was still enough to cause fatal damage.

The essence of the giant red bird entered Meng Xiang's heart, but Meng Xiang heard a scream from his body.He quickly inspected his body, and he was surprised to find that there were actually two red birds in his heart.

One of the smaller red birds circled around the other big one, touching it tentatively with its beak from time to time, but it never responded.After a while, the little red bird turned into a beam of red light, which directly shot into the big red bird's body.

Meng Xiang didn't stop him, because he already sensed the identity of the little red bird from its aura, it was Zhu Er formed by the true cremation of the Suzaku he inspired.

After the fusion of the two red birds, Meng Xiang felt his heart heat up, and then it started beating fast, heavy and powerful, with a thumping sound, like a drum of war.Immediately afterwards, there was a rumbling sound in the blood vessels, like a big river rushing, torrenting endlessly.

Meng Xiang suddenly felt the energy and blood all over his body rushing, abundant, his skin became flushed, and a wave of hot air radiated from his body, making the air around him fluctuate like water ripples.

By the time the flame transformed by the giant red bird turned the long knife into crimson red, Meng Xiang could already feel that the energy consumed by the previous fierce battles and long journeys had been recovered, and even all the internal injuries from the previous battle were healed. Basically healed.

Meng Xiang grabbed the scalding but barely sharp long knife, turned around, took big steps, and walked down the ancient and desolate road.

For a journey of four thousand miles, you must walk step by step, and you must try your best to retain as much physical strength as possible, which is really not an easy task.But the biggest enemy Meng Xiang faces is loneliness.

The unchanging wasteland, the unchanging road, the unchanging sky, the unchanging color, the unchanging pace, plus a lonely person, Meng Xiang has never felt so lonely and lonely, as if he is the only one left in the boundless world one person.

Gradually, Meng Xiang began to miss the skeletons, mummies, white tigers, green dragons, blacks and red birds that he had killed before. Although it was dangerous to fight with them, one mistake might kill him on the spot, but at least that He didn't feel lonely and empty at that time.

Walking and walking, time seems to have ceased to exist for him, and even walking has become a subconscious action, just walking forward along the road, walking.

When Meng Xiang saw the scenery in front of him change, he was so excited that he didn't even care about saving his energy and ran forward.

An hour later, Meng Xiang was already standing not far from a skinny old man.The old man's face was scorched yellow, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were high, and his skin was stretched tightly over his bones, very similar to the mummy he had encountered before.

The old man was kneading things with mud. There were people, animals, birds, and some monsters. They were big or small. The small ones were no bigger than a finger, and the big ones were several feet high.They were all stacked neatly on the road, occupying the entire road, not to mention a person, even a mouse couldn't get through.

After calming down his emotions and surging blood, Meng Xiang looked at the clay sculptures and said, "Mister, can I go over?"

"Of course you can. This road is not mine, of course you can go." Somewhat beyond Meng Xiang's expectation, the old man gave a clear answer as soon as he made a sound.

"Thank you, old man!" Meng Xiang thanked, then looked at the clay sculptures that occupied the entire road, "But old man, these clay sculptures of yours are blocking the road, so I can't get there."

"Can't make it through? Young man, are you kidding? My things only take up such a small space, how can you afford it? Young man, don't you think I'm old and want to deceive me?"

"Old man, you misunderstood. I really have no way to go." Although Meng Xiang's tone was calm, there was a trace of murderous intent towards the old man in his heart.

When he moved his feet just now, he found that his feet had been firmly glued to the ground, and one foot had to touch the ground in order to move.In other words, he can only walk around now, and can't jump at all.

If this hadn't happened, although there were many clay sculptures, he could jump over them as long as he jumped, but now he couldn't do it at all.Although he can walk on both sides of the road, but due to the regulations of the test, he dare not set foot at all.

More importantly, Meng Xiang was quite sure that it must be the fault of the skinny old man that his feet couldn't leave the ground together, because it didn't happen when he ran over from a distance.

"Young man, there are open spaces on both sides of the road, can't you go around it?" The thin old man looked at Meng Xiang suspiciously.

"Mister, I'm sorry. I have to walk across the road." Meng Xiang's expression was firm, without the slightest room for change.

"Oh, young man, I just don't know how to work around." The skinny old man shook his head and sighed, "Young man, if you have to walk on the road, you can just move those gadgets I made. But I'm old You have to do the work alone. When you are old, you can’t do anything.” The old man thumped his back, stood up, and walked slowly along the road to the distance.

"Mister, you..." Meng Xiang was about to stop the thin old man, but found that the old man had already walked a long way, and his actual walking speed was much faster than his walking speed.

Watching the old man disappear on the undulating road, Meng Xiang withdrew his gaze, and looked at the clay sculptures again.This time he noticed more details, those clay sculptures were not only made lifelike, but also extremely lifelike, as if they were all alive.

Meng Xiang walked over to those clay sculptures, stopped in front of a pile of wolf-shaped clay sculptures, thought for a while, and pulled the nearest wolf-shaped clay sculpture with the long knife in his hand.

Suddenly a yellow light shone in front of Meng Xiang's eyes, dazzled his eyes, and then wolf howls sounded in his ears one after another, loud and powerful, revealing the evil spirit.

In Meng Xiang's vision, which had not yet fully recovered, he vaguely saw a few black shadows rushing towards him.Instinctively, he swung his knife to create a curtain of swords.Those black shadows were bounced back when they hit the knife screen, but he also clearly felt their power, which was great.

Meng Xiang's eyesight recovered quickly, and he was able to see things clearly soon.Naturally, he also saw clearly what the black shadows attacking him were. It turned out to be several big wolves with light yellow fur, with sharp eyes and fierce breath, but he felt familiar with them the first time he saw them.

Soon, he remembered the reason, those yellow-haired wolves were almost exactly the same as the wolf-shaped clay sculptures he had seen before.He looked at the location where the wolf-shaped clay sculptures were placed, and sure enough, the wolf-shaped clay sculptures were gone.

The moment Meng Xiang looked away from those yellow-haired wolves, they seemed to have found his weakness, jumped up one after another, and rushed towards him. They cooperated tacitly and attacked in an orderly manner. Their attacks covered all the vital points of his body. , and the angle is tricky, hard to guard against.

"Looking for death!" The long knife fluttered, drawing out mysterious lines of light, as if it followed an eternal trajectory and slashed at those yellow-haired wolves.

Yellow-haired wolves are more sensitive than ordinary beasts, even monsters. They dodge in the air and are even more flexible than being down-to-earth. However, all their efforts are in vain. No matter how they dodge, they finally hit the knife edge above.

Looking at the yellow-haired wolf flying out with an unnatural posture, Meng Xiang frowned slightly.The feeling from the knife told him that he didn't kill them all, and the already extremely sharp long knife actually lagged behind when it hit them.

Three of the six yellow-haired wolves fell to the ground and stopped moving. With a flash of yellow light, they turned into wolf-shaped clay sculptures again, with spider-like cracks all over their bodies.The origin is their heart, where there is a deep cut, which is the part where Meng Xiang slashed with his long knife.

Of the other three wolves, one couldn't stand still and was lying on the ground, while the other two stood guard by its side, bowing their waists and lowering their legs, looking like attacking, but their legs and bodies were shaking.

Meng Xiang stepped forward with a knife, ready to kill them too.The two standing wolves also moved, but instead of attacking him, they rushed towards the injured wolf.