The moment the Dragon-Slaying Thunder Talisman was shattered, it was as if a death elegy was played between heaven and earth, and the entire Dragon Bone City let out a heart-wrenching, dying wail. The sound seemed to come from deep in the earth, making the air buzz and sand and dust roll down. The originally dead city was now reawakened by a crazy and violent force, falling into even more terrifying chaos.
Purple arcs of electricity were like poisonous snakes that had escaped from their thousand-year imprisonment, twisting and snaking wildly in midair. They intertwined and converged, gradually transforming into the shadow of a hideous giant python. The giant python exuded a breath of destruction, and purple lightning flashed and jumped around it, illuminating the entire dark sky, reflecting the mottled dragon spine on the city wall and the dragon skeletons scattered all over the ground, adding a bit of gloom and horror to this already dilapidated scene.
Under the ravages of the thunderstorm, the remains of the Kunlun Ruins elder were like a candle in the wind, instantly turning into ashes and dissipating into nothingness. However, the malicious grin he gave before his death seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, and it penetrated the deafening roar and echoed in the air for a long time: "The bloodline of the dragon clan. must all die!" This voice was like a curse, carrying endless resentment and madness, foreshadowing that a catastrophe against the dragon clan was about to come.
The dragon scales in Lin Feng's arms seemed to be thrown into a raging fire, burning like a branding iron, burning his palms. At the same time, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul trembled violently in the light, as if being shaken wildly by an invisible big hand. Her bright red dress was now burned with countless holes by the thunder and fire, and the strands of fabric fluttered in the wind like fallen petals. And her once majestic dragon horns were also breaking inch by inch, turning into fine powder and drifting away with the wind.
"The core of the thunder talisman is not destroyed. It is absorbing all the dragon's aura!" Lin Wanqiu used up his last bit of strength and shouted at Lin Feng, his voice full of anxiety and despair. Before he finished speaking, the first purple thunder suddenly descended from the sky. This purple thunder was like a sword falling from the sky, with the momentum of destroying the world, and it accurately pierced through the dragon's spine on the city wall. In an instant, the charred bones were instantly turned into powder under the powerful power of the purple thunder, and fell down, as if the last dignity of the dragon race was also completely crushed at this moment.
The Ni Lin Blade seemed to have sensed this fatal crisis, and it let out a dragon's cry that sounded like a weeping and wailing. On the blade, fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if telling of its overwhelm. Seeing this, Lin Feng clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged high, and veins on his forehead bulged. He used all his strength to continuously inject the little dragon power left in his body into the blade, trying to use this sharp blade to cut off the thunder symbol energy that was running wild like a wild horse.
When his figure leaped high like an arrow from a bow, countless purple lightnings seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power and gathered frantically from all directions. In the blink of an eye, they formed an airtight cage around him. The purple lightning flashed with cold light and crackled, and each one contained enough power to kill. At this critical moment, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul threw herself into the lightning net without hesitation. Her phantom was torn apart by the crazy tearing of the electric current, like catkins drifting in the wind. But even so, she still relied on her firm belief and the last strength to block the fatal blow for Lin Feng, muttering: "Live."
"No!" Lin Feng roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with endless grief and despair, but in this violent thunderstorm, it was like a drop in the ocean, instantly drowned. With his vigorous swing, the Ni Lin Blade finally split the core of the Thunder Talisman. However, this action triggered an even more terrifying backlash. Time and space seemed to be twisted by a pair of invisible hands, becoming chaotic in front of his eyes. Memories surged out uncontrollably like a surging tide, but dissipated in an instant - the smoke rising from the cooking stoves in Qingtian Village, Lin Wanqiu's smile as bright as spring flowers, the tragic scene of war and smoke in Shixu. In the end, everything was frozen in the lonely back of the woman in red turning away.
When Lin Feng fell heavily to the ground, the Ni Lin Blade in his hand had already dimmed and lost its former sharpness. And his mind was like being swept by a storm, leaving only a blank, everything in the past was completely wiped out, leaving only endless confusion and bewilderment.
I don't know how much time has passed. The cool night wind in the desert, like a gentle hand, slowly awakened the sleeping Lin Feng. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion and ignorance. He sat up subconsciously and found himself lying in an unfamiliar tent. The light in the tent was dim, and there was a faint smell of spices. Next to his hand, the Ni Lin Blade lay there quietly. Although the blade was dim, it still exuded a familiar smell. He reached out and grasped the handle of the knife. The touch made him feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy, but he couldn't name the knife anyway.
The curtain of the tent shone coldly under the moonlight. Lin Feng looked closely and found that the curtain was made of extremely smooth dragon scales. Each dragon scale exuded a unique luster, as if telling a forgotten past. At this moment, a fierce quarrel suddenly came from outside the tent. The voice was mixed with anger, fear and hesitation, and was accompanied by the sound of pottery jars breaking from time to time, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.
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"He is the son of heaven's punishment! The sand table shows that the oasis will dry up because of him!" An old voice filled with fear and certainty echoed in the night sky, as if it was a verdict on Lin Feng's fate.
"But he has the scent of dragon blood, which may be able to unlock the seal in the well." Another voice was a little hesitant, as if weighing the pros and cons.
Lin Feng felt a splitting headache, as if countless steel needles were piercing him. He held his aching forehead with his hand and slowly walked out of the tent. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the desert, reflecting the entire desert tribe like a dreamland. Dozens of tents were arranged in a circle around the central well, like stars surrounding the moon. The edge of the well was engraved with obscure spells, which flickered in the moonlight, as if hiding some mysterious power. Deep in the bottom of the well, a faint blue light was faintly visible, and the light was swaying, as if summoning something.
Just as Lin Feng was wondering, a priest wearing a bone mask suddenly blocked his way like a ghost. The priest was hunched over, holding a scepter in his hand, with half a piece of thunder talisman fragment embedded on the top of the scepter. The fragment emitted a strange purple light, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Lin Feng took a closer look and was shocked. Although he had lost his memory, he didn't know why, but he had a strong feeling that this half of the thunder talisman fragment had a great connection with him - it was the part that the Fox Demon Saint had stolen during the chaos.
"Outsider, where did you get this knife?" The priest asked, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, with an indescribable vicissitude and mystery. As soon as the voice fell, the fragments of the thunder symbol on the scepter suddenly burst out with a strong purple light, which shot towards Lin Feng like lightning, and resonated strongly with some hidden power in his body. Lin Feng only felt a heat current surging in his body, and his heart began to beat violently.
At this moment, the sand dunes in the distance suddenly rose up violently, as if a sleeping giant beast was waking up. Then, a giant shadow wrapped in thunder and fire broke out of the ground. This giant shadow was huge, covering the sky and the sun, with nine heads raised high, and each head exuded a terrifying aura. It opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar at the same time. The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the earth. A closer look revealed that it was the "Thunder and Fire Nine Infants" that merged the Thunder Talisman and the residual soul of the Nine Infants.
Seeing this, the tribe members panicked. Some people collapsed to the ground in fear, some hurriedly raised their bows and arrows to try to resist, and some knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to the sky, hoping to get the protection of the gods. Seeing this, Lin Feng instinctively tightened the Ni Lin Blade in his hand. Although he had lost his memory, his fighting instinct was instantly awakened at this moment. A faint light seeped out from the fine cracks on the blade, as if it was the light of hope struggling in despair.
The head of Thunder Fire Nine Infants swooped down like a meteor, at an extremely fast speed, bringing with it a gust of wind. A blazing purple fire spewed out of its mouth, and the purple fire was extremely hot, instantly igniting half of the desert. Under the burning of the purple fire, the sand quickly melted and turned into a piece of boiling magma. At the critical moment, Lin Feng relied on his instinctive reaction and swung his sword. His body flexibly avoided the fatal attack, but the blade rubbed a string of dazzling sparks on the monster's hard scales, making a harsh sound.
"Its weakness is the thunder symbol mark between its eyebrows!" The priest suddenly shouted loudly, pointing the scepter in his hand at Jiuying's forehead, with a hint of urgency and expectation in his voice, "But it requires pure dragon power to break the defense!" After hearing this, Lin Feng felt a force boiling wildly in his body, as if it was about to break through the restraints of his body. At this moment, the back of the woman in red appeared in front of him again. The back was as illusory as a phantom, but full of power. In an instant, the back turned into a ray of light and sank into the Ni Lin Blade. The Ni Lin Blade instantly glowed with dazzling light again, and the cracks on the blade seemed to slowly heal at this moment.
Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, kicked his legs hard, leaped up, and chopped at Jiuying's head with all his strength. His figure looked particularly agile under the moonlight, and the Ni Lin blade in his hand carried all his strength and hope, like a flash of lightning across the night sky.
The Thunder Fire Nine Infants felt threatened and let out a painful roar. With a loud bang, one of the heads fell and hit the sand, splashing a cloud of dust. However, the remaining eight heads became even crazier. The purple fire spewing from their mouths intertwined with the lightning wrapped around their bodies, forming a huge vortex of destruction. Wherever the vortex went, everything was swallowed up in an instant, deep gullies were plowed out of the desert, and the tents were blown away by the strong wind and ignited a raging fire.
The tribe's well began to shake violently in the chaos. The seal spell at the bottom of the well became distorted and deformed under the burning of thunder and fire, and the light gradually dimmed. Seeing this, the priest's face became stern and determined. He suddenly inserted the scepter into the sand, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. A layer of blue light appeared on his old face, and then his body began to burn with blue flames. The flames spread rapidly along the spell on the ground like a smart snake, and formed a huge barrier in the blink of an eye. The barrier exuded a mysterious power, trapping the Thunder Fire Nine Infants in it.
After being trapped by the barrier, Thunder Fire Nine Infants roared angrily. It kept hitting the barrier, and each collision caused a strong vibration, and the barrier also rippled. In this chaos, Lin Feng felt that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. The back of the woman in red appeared in front of him again, and that back seemed to be calling him. The light of the Ni Lin Blade in his hand was gradually dimming, and it seemed that it was about to use up its last strength.
When Lin Feng fell down again, he heard the priest's last whisper: "The son of heaven's punishment. is also the one who redeems." The voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, echoing in his mind for a long time, but then gradually dissipated like a candle in the wind.
