Chapter 209: Divine Beast Great Wind!
Ming Zhaoshuang tried hard to take in the system’s nagging voice, her Mountain River Brush moving like dragons and snakes, quickly completing this formation.
So what if her cultivation was low, she was determined to let this Huan Bird know her power!
And Xie Yanning was already completely engulfed by flames.
Yan Ao suddenly started laughing.
“Huan Bird, right? Good… very good…”
A strong wind arose, but it wasn’t stirred up by the Huan Bird; instead, it was Yan Ao. Fierce hurricanes surrounded him, rustling the surroundings and causing the flames above Jingyan Ridge to flicker.
He brought his two fingers together and pointed at his own brow.
Dark demonic power flowed from his fingertips, like a blooming, dim flower.
The entire Jingyan Ridge rustled with the strong wind, his extremely arrogant voice covering everything, reaching the entire sky and four cardinal directions.
“This young master will let it know today what innate bloodline suppression means!”
Isn’t it just a mere Huan Bird?
How dare it be so presumptuous in front of him!
The demonic energy dissipated, leaving only endless fiendish energy, obscuring the eyes of everyone present, leaving only a sky with a dark blue hue.
And in mid-air, the ostentatious and mocking young man was long gone, replaced by a demonic beast that occupied half the sky.
Or rather, a demonic beast.
This demonic beast was hundreds of feet long, its feathers and fur bright and like white snow, blocking out the sun. Its head was like a dog’s, its beak had teeth, and it had four wings with flowing cloud patterns and eight tails that trailed to the ground.
It had no feet, nor did it need any.
In the sky, this demonic beast was a natural ruler.
Ming Zhaoshuang felt the atmosphere around her suddenly change. She looked up at Yan Ao’s True Body, finding nothing different apart from it being extremely imposing and evil, and continued drawing the formation.
The system, however, was startled: “Good heavens, this is actually Da Feng! And it’s Da Feng that has awakened its bloodline!”
Ming Zhaoshuang ignored it, continuing to impart her knowledge of beasts to Ming Zhaoshuang: “The Phoenix has nine offspring, the most powerful of which is its youngest son, Da Feng. However, it had a violent and fierce disposition, often disturbing the human race. Later, it fell into the demonic path and was shot by the human progenitor Hou Yi, only then was it pacified.”
“He and Ming Zhaoxue are both third-generation Divine Race!”
However, Ming Zhaoxue’s third-generation Divine Race was directly inherited from his father Ao Tian, while Yan Ao’s bloodline had likely awakened suddenly over the many years of Da Feng’s lineage.
This situation is called a mutation in the cultivation world, or more colloquially, a reversion to ancestral form.
It’s truly strange. The Primordial Qi in the cultivation world has gradually diminished since Fusang and Nuwa created the world together. Logically, races should be gradually degenerating, yet now there’s still a Da Feng that has reverted to its ancestral form.
However, Da Feng eventually fell into the demonic path. Strictly speaking, it cannot be considered part of the demon race. No wonder Yan Ao was unwilling to reveal his True Body at first; it was because of this.
It is indeed bloodline suppression, after all, even if it’s just a reverted third-generation Divine Race, it is still a Divine Race.
Although that Huan Bird has Divine Race bloodline, in front of Da Feng, if not for cultivation suppression, it would be a nobody, not even enough to be fanned by.
Just like this moment, in the dark sky, Da Feng occupied half the sky, and the Huan Bird occupied the other half. The two beasts attacked and tore at each other, stirring up gusts of wind and flames, agitating the entire Jingyan Ridge.
Blazing fire attacked, only to be extinguished by the strong wind.
Thunder struck, only to be intimidated by a long cry.
Not to mention Da Feng’s inherently savage Wind Element spells; before the Huan Bird could even use them, they were completely controlled by Da Feng.
If not for it being in a natural flame domain like Jingyan Ridge, and its cultivation being two major realms higher than Da Feng’s, one of which was a major realm, it likely wouldn’t have been able to do anything to Da Feng, and would have been pecked and slapped clean.
It could still suppress Da Feng now, but it no longer had the ease it had before.
Not far away, Wen Ye looked at the sky that blotted out the sun and couldn’t help but frown.
Yan Ao, he’s gone too far.
But his True Body is too violent and fierce. With his current disposition, he simply cannot control it, and is extremely prone to Qi Deviation.
For this reason, the Demon Emperor specifically set a seal on his forehead, prohibiting him from using it unless it was a matter of life and death.
This Huan Bird is truly suicidal.
Now, regardless of the outcome, once the Demon Emperor finds out, he will likely want to avenge Yan Ao and leave this Huan Bird strewn across the battlefield.
Thinking this, Wen Ye sighed, but still calmed his mind and focused wholeheartedly on studying the formation in his hands.
He couldn’t be bothered anymore; anyway, all he needed to do was finish drawing the Illusion Formation in his hands.
Only one hour left.
Da Feng and the Huan Bird fought ceaselessly, blood dripping and feathers flying.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the Huan Bird let out another long cry, as if feeling some pain. Golden light flickered on its forehead, and endless Spiritual Flow poured in from its head, instantly transforming into sharp demonic power that covered its entire body.
The flames on its body seemed to become even brighter because of this.
And its attacks on Da Feng seemed to become even more ferocious. The massive burning flames scorched Da Feng’s fur, and no matter how it flapped its wings, it couldn’t stop the raging inferno.
And above Da Feng’s head, thunder rumbled.
It indeed had a backup plan!
Da Feng suddenly spread its wings, drawing in all the dust, but it was no match for the raging flames and rumbling thunder. All the bloodline suppression vanished at this moment, leaving only devastation.
Da Feng’s fur fell like white willow catkins, and its flesh and blood were gnawed by the Huan Bird, exposing its bones.
The Huan Bird flapped and pecked at it, bullying it.
Da Feng’s wings faltered, letting out cries of pain.
Even though he exhausted all his strength to block, he couldn’t stop the burning flames. In the face of absolute cultivation, he was like a drifting boat, unable to find any direction.
At the same time, fierce thunder struck towards Ming Zhaoshuang, Wen Ye, and Xie Yanning, who was surrounded by a sea of flames.
System: “???”
While controlling Fushuang, she couldn’t help but curse: “This damn Heavenly Dao is crazy! It strikes everyone but Qin Feilong, right! Truly shameless! I can’t take it anymore!”
That bolt of lightning was more powerful than any previous ones. Even Fushuang, controlled by the system, couldn’t help but tremble.
Ming Zhaoshuang seemed to be able to feel the system’s faint gasps of effort.
She said with extreme difficulty: “No, Host, if this continues, I can only withstand six bolts of lightning at most.”
This Thunder Power is too strong.
She is currently only a Soul Body and cannot help Ming Zhaoshuang resist any further.
After the sixth bolt, she might fall into slumber again.
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at the Huan Bird soaring in the sky, then at the formation beneath her, and said to the system: “Do your best. I can handle it myself.”
Saying this, she suddenly sneered: “I’d like to see how this Heavenly Dao can force me.”
Ming Zhaoshuang picked up her brush again and drew the formation.
Da Feng let out a long cry, its feathers falling. The first and second bolts of lightning struck successively.
Fushuang blocked them firmly.
The third bolt was blocked by Fushuang, but the sword body emitted a trembling sound.
The fourth bolt was blocked by Fushuang, and the sword’s trembling grew stronger.
Ming Zhaoshuang continued to complete her formation, seemingly unfazed by the magnificent and thunderous lightning.
The fifth bolt pushed Fushuang back, but it was ultimately blocked.
The sixth bolt pushed Fushuang back again, and only a part of the lightning was blocked. Ming Zhaoshuang threw out four or five Defense Talismans to finally block it.
The slight amount of lightning that entered her body was already what she could bear.
At the same time, Qin Feilong, who was responsible for the outer formation, was not bothered by heavenly thunder and had completed his portion.
The seventh bolt, the system barely supported, once again helping to block most of the heavenly thunder.
“Host, my energy is depleted. I need to go into slumber for a while.”
“Goodnight.”
