Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

"We are not the only ones in this jungle, there are other powerful Hunyuan hidden in it."

Both of them fell silent, as if they were thinking about the next plan.

Xueying rolled her eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Really, no matter how strong he is, we are not vegetarians.

If he dares to come again, I will definitely make him look good!"

Tian Wuhen chuckled: "It seems that Xueying is very dissatisfied with not being able to fight this time."

Lingyun also laughed: "This little guy has been a fighting maniac since he was a child."

The three looked at each other and smiled.

The town under the mountain was shrouded in the night, with flickering candlelight and sparse figures.

Heifeng quietly entered the town, and his steps seemed to be as ethereal as the wind, silent and traceless.

He randomly chose an inn that looked quite spacious and walked in.

The innkeeper saw the guest and smiled amiably: "Sir, what kind of room do you need?"

A cold light flashed in Heifeng's eyes, and he said lightly: "The best."

The innkeeper nodded hurriedly: "Okay, then please follow me, sir." After that, he led Heifeng to the private room on the second floor.

Heifeng entered the room, looked around, and sighed: "Not bad, the environment here is pretty good."

Then he threw a bag of silver to the innkeeper and said: "You can go."

When the innkeeper saw the bulging bag of silver, greed appeared in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by fear.

Because he found that the guest's breath was different from that of ordinary people, and seemed to hide a great threat. He hurriedly left the room and closed the door.

When it was late at night, Heifeng suddenly sat up, his eyes were bloodshot, and he began to perform a strange law.

A stream of black air flow floated out from his fingertips and quickly penetrated every corner of the inn.

Soon, those innocent travelers were enveloped by the black airflow.

Their eyes gradually lost their luster, and they lay quietly on the bed like puppets.

Heifeng felt that the souls in their bodies were being absorbed by him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Well, it's delicious."

Then, he began to use another magical power to transform these soulless bodies into his puppets.

These puppets are no different from ordinary people, but they have completely lost their thinking and consciousness, and only know to obey Heifeng's orders.

When the morning sun shone into the inn, the shopkeeper found that the guest from last night had left.

But the other guests in the inn were still in the room, which made him feel very strange.

When he opened the door of one of the rooms, he saw the guest sitting quietly on the bed, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

But when the shopkeeper came up to talk to him, the guest's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

The shopkeeper was so scared that he immediately fled the inn.

In the following days, the people in the town gradually discovered the strangeness of those who were made into puppets by Heifeng.

But they could never return to their original state and could only be regarded as beasts.

Heifeng's plan had just begun.

The inn was just his testing ground, and he needed the whole town.

Heifeng stood at the highest point of the inn, staring at the whole town, his eyes seemed like a cold god, ready to harvest lives.

A few days later, a series of strange things happened in the town.

The originally energetic children suddenly became expressionless, and the farmers working in the fields seemed to be fixed.

Working expressionlessly, as if their souls were devoured.

Every night, Heifeng would release black airflow, covering the whole town, quietly absorbing people's souls.

Those villagers who lost their souls, their bodies became puppets of Heifeng, and they lived like in a dream.

"Boss, give me two kilograms of white wine."

A businessman walked into the tavern and greeted the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper nodded stiffly and took out the wine for the merchant.

This scene seemed ordinary, but the shopkeeper's eyes were empty and lifeless.

The merchant did not notice these details. He just thought that this town was very quiet and suitable for doing business.

And the real secret was hidden under the whole town.

Heifeng used the whole town as a base to lay a powerful magic circle.

Each puppet is part of the magic circle. When the magic circle is activated, these puppets will be transformed into a powerful energy source.

On a chance occasion, Tian Wuhen and Lingyun walked into this town.

Xueying, the little fox that was transformed, followed Lingyun and scratched his shoulders from time to time.

Tian Wuhen narrowed his eyes and felt the subtle fluctuations around him: "Lingyun, do you feel that there is something wrong with this town?"

Lingyun shook his head, "I just think that the people here are very cold."

Xueying suddenly jumped off Lingyun's shoulder, sniffed the ground carefully, and then ran in one direction.

Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen followed quickly, and soon they arrived at the center of the town.

On the ground in the center, there were complex patterns carved, which seemed to hide powerful magic power.

"What is this?" Ling Yun asked in confusion.

Tian Wuhen frowned and took a deep breath: "This is a magic circle. I have only seen it in ancient books before, but I didn't expect to see it here."

Ling Yun stared at the complex patterns on the ground, secretly alert in his heart: "What kind of magic circle is this? Brother Tian, ​​do you know what this is for?"

Tian Wuhen shook his head, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "I have only seen similar lines in ancient books, but the specific function... I don't know."

"But no matter what, we must be careful, this place is not simple."

Ling Yun nodded, alert already rising in his heart.

Xue Ying shook his tail and pointed forward with his little paw, which was the direction of the town.

The three of them walked along the stone road. The shops on both sides of the street were very busy. People were laughing and whispering. It was a peaceful scene.

If it weren't for the magic circle they just saw, they would almost think this was an ordinary town.

"Everything looks normal."

Ling Yun frowned, not feeling anything strange at all.

Tian Wuhen turned his head and looked solemnly: "This is exactly the most abnormal place. There must be a reason why such a complex magic circle is arranged here."

The two of them walked around the street and decided to find a place to rest.

Not far away, a wooden-structured inn caught their attention.

A wooden sign with the four characters "Qianli Station" hung on it was rickety and creaking.

Ling Yun pushed open the door and walked in. A middle-aged woman was busy cleaning with a broom.

After hearing the noise, he immediately put down the broom and came forward with a smile: "These guests, how many rooms do you need?"

Ling Yun nodded: "The three best houses, please make arrangements."

Tian Wuhen stared at the woman closely, trying to find something in her eyes, but he didn't see anything unusual.

The middle-aged woman still smiled and registered them kindly.

After the three of them checked in, Xue Ying immediately turned back into the little fox, jumping around the room.

Ling Yun opened the curtains and looked at the night outside the window, thinking silently.

Tian Wuhen stood at the door and took a deep breath: "There's something wrong with the air here. We must be careful."

Ling Yun turned around with sharp eyes: "I know. We can't let down our guard. Heifeng's methods are too sophisticated. I'm afraid this is just a cover for him."

Tian Wuhen nodded: "Then let's rest first and wait until daybreak to see the situation."

As the night grew darker, the whole town was enveloped in silence.

Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen were practicing in the room, concentrating and ready to face whatever might happen.

In a huge shadow in the depths, Hei Feng's eyes were shining like stars, staring sharply at the dilapidated wooden door of the "Thousand Miles Station".

As if behind it was the treasure he longed for. As time passes, every breath and every heartbeat resonates with the puppets in the town.

"What a fun little thing."

The corners of Heifeng's mouth curved into an evil arc.

He stretched out his slender fingers and drew a series of complex runes in the air, and then muttered mysterious and ancient words.

In an instant, the entire town seemed to be enveloped by some invisible force.

The lights on the streets gradually dimmed, and the drunken people began to become mechanical.

Their eyes were glazed over and their faces were as rigid as puppets.

The puppets seemed to have heard some kind of call and began to move slowly in the direction of "Thousand Miles Station".

Their steps were uniform, their bodies were stiff, and they had no expression. Only their dull eyes were shining with a strange red light.

Both Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen had been cultivating for a long time, so they naturally felt the strange movement outside.

Ling Yun woke up from practice and hurriedly opened the window, only to see many townspeople on the street approaching stiffly.

"Brother Tian, ​​it seems they have started to take action." Ling Yun's eyes flashed coldly.

Tian Wuhen pulled out the long sword from his waist and said with a solemn expression: "Looking at this posture, I'm afraid Hei Feng is behind it, so we have to deal with it carefully."

Xue Ying jumped up from lazily lying on the bed. There was a trace of nervousness in her little eyes, and she stretched out her little paws and gently scratched Ling Yun's sleeves.

Ling Yun touched her little head and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

But then his expression changed drastically, because he saw among the many puppets, there was actually the proprietress of "Qianli Station"!

Ling Yun quickly went downstairs, followed closely by Tian Wuhen and Xueying.

The main entrance was surrounded by a group of puppets.

Ling Yun sneered, "Since it is Heifeng's method, then I will let him see the true power of Hunyuan!"

Tian Wuhen waved his hands, and the power of Hunyuan spurted out from his body, like a dragon's roar.

The group of puppets were impacted by this force and fell to the ground one after another.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Ling Yun roared angrily.

The Hunyuan Sword in his hand swept out, and a sword energy was like the sky falling apart, and it headed straight for the puppet in front.

Dust was flying on the street. The puppet's body was chopped into two pieces, but there was no blood, only sawdust and some unknown substances.

In the dark corner, Heifeng stood, his black robes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes as deep as night.

He looked at the battle ahead with an expressionless face, but the plan in his heart was unfolding step by step.

Whenever a puppet is killed, its soul will be controlled by Heifeng and turn into a transparent light that floats to Heifeng's location.

These manipulated souls are filled with pain and hate.

"So this is what life and death feel like?"

Heifeng chuckled, his voice carrying a magical quality: "Come on, give me all your grievances!"

As the sound of the black wind fell, streams of dark red energy surged out of the soul.

They were entangled together, forming a huge whirlpool of resentment, and the center of the whirlpool was Black Wind.

Both Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen felt this terrifying aura, and the surrounding air became solemn.

Xueying's little eyes were also staring closely at the huge whirlpool, and her little body trembled involuntarily.

"What is this?" Ling Yun clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, his face solemn.

Tian Wuhen took a look and took a deep breath: "This is resentment, pure resentment! He wants to use this resentment to attack us."

"Damn it!" Ling Yun roared.

The sword in his hand was swung out again, and a sword energy slashed towards the whirlpool of resentment.

However, the sword energy was absorbed the moment it touched the resentment, like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

Black Wind looked at all this with an evil smile on his face: "Don't you understand?"

"This is the resentment turned into the souls of the puppets you killed. How can you defeat them?"

Ling Yun's eyes flashed coldly, and he knew he couldn't go on like this.

He turned to look at Tian Wuhen: "Brother Tian, ​​we need to work together to break this resentment!"

Tian Wuhen nodded, raised the long sword in his hand, and stood side by side with Ling Yun.

A strong light began to emit from the two of them, and this light and resentment clashed with each other.

In this battle between life and death, Xue Ying was not to be outdone. She exuded an icy aura and sent ice cones flying toward the whirlpool of resentment.

The attacks of three people and one beast finally began to cause some damage to the resentment.

"Come on, let me see how long you can last!"

Heifeng sneered, the entire battlefield was filled with blood and terror.

"It's time!" Black Wind waved his hands, and the whirlpool of resentment began to spin rapidly.

Then, densely packed resentful souls filled with hatred rushed out, like a liberated storm, rushing toward Ling Yun and the others crazily.

The clamor of souls filled the entire battlefield, and the sound was like thousands of demons roaring in the ears.

They are like pieces of paper in the wind, with different shapes, but each one is full of malice.

Their eyes flashed with ferocious light as they rushed toward Ling Yun and the others.

Ling Yun clenched the hilt of the sword, and the lines on the sword began to glow, and a powerful sword intent emanated from him.

"Come on, I will let you rest in peace again!" Ling Yun shouted.

The sword intention turned into sharp sword energy, slashing at those resentful souls.

Tian Wuhen was not to be outdone. A huge mirror appeared behind him, which was his magic weapon - the Hunyuan Mirror.

Dots of light shone in the mirror. These light spots quickly converged and turned into beams of light, shining directly at those souls.

Xueying's body began to emit a cold light, and his entire body seemed to have turned into ice crystals.

She let out a crisp howl, and sprayed ice from her mouth, rushing towards those souls.

As soon as the frost touches the soul, it immediately freezes, binding it in place.