Full-time mage: Master Kunlun Demon Lord

Chapter 161: Defeat the black wind, release without hesitation

If you want to reach the Blood Throne, the altar, you must pass through the Bridge of Nine Deaths.

And this bridge of narrow escape is the most bizarre and dangerous place in this tomb palace.

The ancient king allowed his descendants to enter his tomb, but he did not allow his descendants to become useless.

The Immortal Demonic Lotus eliminates the weak, and the Bridge of Nine Deaths selects those who are qualified to see him.

The scene in the tomb palace behind the Immortal Demon Lotus is charming and ambiguous.

There are women carved one after another in white jade.

Snow-white jade is similar to a woman's fair and smooth skin.

These women are vivid and graceful, with perfect figures, slender feet, and lovable figures.

They are like the beauties of an emperor's harem, with various postures, either bowing their heads, saluting, kneeling, or smiling.

Of course, another characteristic of them is that they have no carved clothes.

They are so charming and charming that they are even more attractive than real women.

Mo Fan teased Zhang Xiaohou and asked him which one he liked.

Zhang Xiaohou hesitated and said: "I like this living person around me."

The girl next to him is naturally Su Xiaoluo, who rescued him in Weiju Village.

"Lao Su, where are you?" Mo Fan smiled evilly and asked Su Yunxiao.

"Do you think I need to see these dead things?"

Mo Fan was speechless, and then he thought that Su Yunxiao had two young wives at Pearl Academy, and there was a beauty like Mo Yi by his side.

Who would care about death if there is still life? (So, single readers, do you understand? Find a boyfriend/girlfriend early, don’t always...)

Mo Fan is lucky to have Liu Ru, a little vampire, by his side, otherwise he would have to envy others.

No one gets caught up in these endless beauty sculptures, and the road ahead will naturally be clear.

Continuing forward, there is a gradually narrowing white jade platform, with endless darkness on both sides, and at the same time, there is a black wind howling.

This is an extremely high-quality wind species that can tear even monarch-level creatures into pieces.

The black wind was fierce, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of black sickles above and below the heads and feet of the people walking on the stone platform.

They were dancing rapidly, and if they accidentally fell below, the result would be obvious.

Elemental Heavenly Seed, the Wind of Death! Death Jue Black Wind, a wind-type heavenly species linked to death and black scythes.

A narrow jade platform leads to ten long bridges, which are the bridges of narrow escape.

Walking through it, you can reach the Blood Throne, the altar, and meet the ancient king.

There was no black wind howling on the bridge, so it was obviously the only way out.

Mo Fan turned around and saw Su Yunxiao staring at the Death Wind under the cliff. A bad thought flashed through his mind: "Yunxiao, you don't want to jump, do you?"

After hearing Mo Fan's words, several others swallowed in horror.

The wind cuts through the air like a death sickle. Even a super-level mage may not have a chance to survive, let alone Su Yunxiao?

"I have an idea and I'm considering it." Su Yunxiao's reply was brief, but it reflected his arrogance and pride.

"Aren't you going to die?" Fang Gu said.

Su Yunxiao: "Wealth is found in danger. I see what I want, and I won't go with you anymore."

On the Blood Throne side of the altar, there was help from Zhankai, who took down the armor. At the death place leading to the Bridge of Nine Deaths, Mo Fan transformed into a demon to turn the tide.

It will be the same with or without him, so it is better to pursue what you want.

The wind of nature is exciting just thinking about it.

Regardless of others' dissuasion, Su Yunxiao whispered: "Wind Ling."

Beside her, a slender and graceful spirit of heavenly wind appeared. The beautiful and crisp wind she exuded was very different from the deathly wind under the stone platform.

"Master." Fengling said.

<divclass="contentadv">"Would you like to give it a try with me?" Su Yunxiao asked.

His intention couldn't be clearer, to work with Fengling to take down this deadly black wind.

Fengling said worriedly: "My master and I are afraid that our cultivation is not enough."

Human mages must reach the super level before they can absorb the elemental seeds, and they cannot be ordinary super levels, otherwise they will not be able to bear it.

The elemental holy spirit can only refine its elements to the heavenly seed at the monarch level, which is equivalent to the super level. Wind Ling's current leadership level is not very impressive.

"If you don't have enough cultivation, you need talent." Su Yunxiao said, and began to compete with the surrounding environment for control of the wind.

Mo Fan and others had a mission, so they set off without too much hesitation.

Before leaving, Mo Fan turned around and said, "Old Su, I hope you are safe and sound."

Su Yunxiao: "See you outside Shayuan."

At this time, it was a bit fanciful for him to compete with Tianfeng for control of the wind.

But Su Yunxiao's understanding of the wind goes beyond that.

After Mo Fan and others stepped onto the Bridge of Nine Deaths, the sound of chains breaking could be heard from Su Yunxiao's body.

His voice echoed in the space, and the person had already taken the wind spirit straight to the source of the black wind of death. He jumped off the stone platform.

"Tianzhongzhifeng, I don't know when I'll see you next time if I miss it. Master is in the ancient capital, why don't I give it a try!"

The power of death was released wantonly, all seals were reduced to nothing, and bursts of thunder were heard below the stone platform in addition to the howling of the dead wind.

Blue and purple colors occupied Su Yunxiao's pupils, as purple as jade thunder and dim wind of death spread outward from his body.

The wind and thunder galaxy burst out with huge energy, and in this closed evil abyss space, the concentration of wind and thunder elements increased dramatically.

The deadly black wind that scratched Su Yunxiao's body and left deep marks on his body gradually began to come under his control.

A pair of wind and thunder wings condensed behind Su Yunxiao, and the terrifying wind and thunder elements seemed to tear the surrounding space apart.

In a flash of lightning, Su Yunxiao found the source of the dead black wind.

A hurricane blade shaped like a sickle.

This may be the collection of the ancient king during his lifetime, or it may be formed by the dark death energy environment of the evil abyss.

Anyway, it is a well-deserved wind elemental seed.

The value of a top-level soul seed is around 10 billion. What is the value of a heaven seed that is coveted by countless super-level mages?

Su Yunxiao was immersed in the dark wind element, and the raging power of death provided him with the conditions to conquer the dead black wind.

Even if it is Tianfeng, it cannot resist Su Yunxiao's absolute control over the wind element.

The dark wind of death intertwined with the dim wind of death, and the huge black sickle around the stone platform began to converge towards one point.

Instead, there were dense thunder patterns and countless wind threads.

They are more dangerous than the Black Wind of Death, and they all appeared because of Su Yunxiao.

This scene did not last long. After Su Yunxiao contained the dead black wind, the wind lines and electric marks were restrained together, and these violent energies poured into Su Yunxiao's spiritual world.

Along with him were the elemental thunder dragon Lei Yuan and the wind holy spirit Wind Spirit.

Lei Yuan is better. Its birth was affected by the death of Su Yunxiao Feng Lei, and it has resistance in this regard.

Fengling, however, suffered the same tremendous torture as Su Yunxiao.

This is the baptism of the wind and the erosion of the black wind of death.

Lei Yuan controls thunder, and Fengling controls wind. Together with Su Yunxiao, they can bear the disaster of wind and thunder.

Although there will be pain, the benefits of persevering are unimaginable.