This sword-raising gourd is the mysterious stone platform on the battlefield of the Zhuxian Army.

It was born accidentally by absorbing the sword energy from the purple and green swords, the two treasures of the Jiutian Sect.

After Ye Yang received this item, he never had the chance to use it.

Now that he had accidentally obtained the wind and thunder wings, Ye Yang suddenly had some thoughts in his mind.

"The Purple and Green Swords are the treasures of the Jiutian Sect. As the number one sect in Yalong Ridge, they are probably at least of the daoist grade."

"Not only is it powerful, but it is also pure and clean, and can nourish all things."

"It was this time that the Eastern Immortal Zhu Army was ready to make a move, so Lord Jiu Tian summoned out this sword."

"It is very rare to see it on ordinary days, and it is more than enough with these bone wings."

He touched it lightly with his hand, and the gourd trembled slightly, as if a sharp sword energy was about to burst out from the mouth of the gourd.

Although this object looks like a gourd, it is not a physical entity.

Instead, countless pure sword energy was gathered on the stone platform, forming a gourd shape.

There is pure sword energy inside.

If this pair of wings were nourished and refined with sword energy, they would definitely be rejuvenated and unleash powerful power.

He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, then shouted softly.

"combine!"

As Ye Yang finished his words, the sword-raising gourd began to spin gently in the air, emitting countless sword beams.

Accompanied by the infusion of his magic power.

The sword energy veins on the surface of the gourd became clearer and the scars began to slowly fade away.

Instead, there were strands of sword energy that almost formed veins inside.

Then a faint purple and green light emanated from the gourd and gradually formed a light shield.

Wrap Ye Yang and the pair of bone wings inside.

The spiritual energy around seemed to be drawn by some magical power and poured into the wings.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and focused his mind.

Try to establish a connection with this ancient wing.

at this time.

Ye Yang felt that there seemed to be a wonderful resonance between the bone wings and the gourd.

The line between the two has also become blurred.

In an instant, the purple-green sword thread in the gourd shone brightly, and everything around became quiet, with only the faint sound of swords echoing in the air.

The gourd turned into sword energy and flew out. The purple-green light inside surrounded Ye Yang like flowing water.

And the pair of wings slowly spread out, absorbing the essence of the sword energy in the light.

At first, the changes in the wings were not obvious, but as time went on, the texture of the bone wings began to change.

The originally pale bones gradually became stained with a light purple-green color, as if they were soaked in sword energy.

The patterns on the bone wings also became more complicated. Countless tiny sword energies actually knotted and condensed, turning into feather-like magic patterns.

Interweaving and flowing among the wings, the pair of bone wings not only looks extremely sharp.

Moreover, it exudes a faint, terrifying aura.

Every gentle flap seemed to crack the space, causing tiny cracks to form in the surrounding air.

When the fusion reached its peak, the entire space seemed to be filled with a powerful force.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Even the air was filled with the faint sound of swords, and even the space was about to be broken.

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashing in his eyes.

The pair of wings actually flew automatically behind him.

He waved his bone wings gently.

With a whoosh sound, a stream of purple-blue light cut through the void, leaving a long trail.

Then he showed his figure.

This pair of wings is broad and powerful, and near the end it is sword-shaped and extremely sharp.

On one side is the green wind, and on the other side is the purple thunder.

The air of wind and thunder was swirling, and even more wind and thunder were accompanying it, covering an area of ​​two or three feet in radius.

Ye Yang gently vibrated his wings, and a pair of huge wings suddenly appeared behind him. As they flapped continuously, a fierce sword energy whistled up.

Ripples appeared in the surrounding space, as if they could tear apart all obstacles.

Ye Yang's mind moved, and he flapped his wings lightly, carrying his body quickly into the sky.

His figure shot forward like an arrow and soon flew into the sky.

Under this pair of wings, the resistance in the air seems to be completely ignored.

Only the sound of wind and thunder remained, still roaring in my ears.

Ye Yang stopped flying.

Floating quietly in the air, feeling the newfound power.

Wings of wind and thunder, sword energy running wild.

The next moment, he flapped his wings, and overwhelming gales and lightning appeared, and countless sword energies appeared in front of him.

Ye Yang let out a low shout, and blue and purple light grew stronger. Sharp sword energy swirled around him like a tornado.

It stirred up the whole world.

The overwhelming wind and thunder and lightning intertwined and appeared, and the air was filled with a frightening force. The most terrifying thing was the countless sharp sword qi, which flew in the air and made a sharp whistling sound.

The sword energy split the air, tore through the heaven and earth, and shot out like lightning streaks across the sky.

Wherever it passed, the space was torn into tiny cracks.

He soared into the air again, his figure moving through the clouds like a flash of lightning. Every time he flapped his bone wings, it would trigger violent storms and thunder.

The sword energy fell like a meteor shower, instantly crushing the rocks below into powder.

"good."

Ye Yang let out a long sigh, feeling very satisfied with the power of the wind and thunder wings.

Riding the wings of wind and thunder, his figure seemed to cut through space.

After a while, they returned to the capital of Dayun Dynasty.

The speed is 50% faster than before.

This is without fully exerting force.

After folding his wind and thunder wings, he transformed into Ye Yang again. As a result, as soon as he returned to the house, he received a letter from Aoki Masamune.

After Ye Yang finished reading the letter, his brows furrowed.

In his letter, Aoki Masamune gave a detailed explanation of the matter of the imperial mausoleum of the Dayun Dynasty.

The imperial mausoleum of that dynasty has a complex terrain and excellent feng shui. It is said that it is a treasure land that Ren Taxian, the lord of the Dayun Dynasty, found for himself.

Not long ago, cracks suddenly appeared in the imperial mausoleum, the sky and the earth spun, the place was in a mess, and strange dragon sounds were heard from inside.

Many people say that there may be something unpredictable hidden in it.

And the letter from Masato Aoki was also very simple.

Currently in the Dayun Dynasty, none of you, the princes and princesses can hold real power.

Moreover, the concubines in the palace were constantly fighting for fame and fortune.

The interior was in chaos.

If we can seize this opportunity to seize the initiative, we may be able to gain an advantageous position in the coming storm.

"The situation is still unclear. We need to take action, but not now."

Soon, Ye Yang made a decision.

And the other side.

Under the cover of night, in the mountains and forests.

A luxurious carriage pulled by eight divine horses was galloping and running wildly in the mountains.

There were still quite a few dead men around the carriage, and many of them had been killed by these people. At this moment, the ground was covered with blood, and the corpses of people and horses were piled on the ground at random, with heads rolling everywhere.

There was a woman in front of the carriage. As her body shape changed, eight rotating divine spears rolled up countless winds and rains.

Every time he attacked, he would bring up a handful of blood.

"Princess Yan, please don't run away."

……

At first it was just a sound, and then the sound became louder and louder, as if the roar of countless people filled the surrounding space.

A sneer appeared on Yan Qingying's lips.

"Escape? Do you have the ability to stop us?"

As she pulled her hand away, the eight divine spears trembled slightly, as if they were about to merge into one. A subtle buzzing sound was heard in the air, which was a sign that the divine spears were about to be unsheathed.

A spear was thrust out, and the white tiger roared.

Rushing forward like a stream of light.

A corpse, pierced directly through the heart by the spear, fell to the ground, twitching all over.

That person was tall, dressed in black, and his face was covered with green snake-like scales.

At this time.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark and there was a whistling sound in the distance.

The earth was shaking.

It seems that some old demon or devil is approaching.

This atmosphere made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

Yan Qingying looked solemn when she saw this.

"Princess Yan, the enemy's masters are catching up with us, let's run away quickly."

"They are the people of the rebel king Cangjia Dragon King, or the Third Prince's people."

As the darkness gradually approached, a huge figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was a monster of gigantic size, like a python or a dragon, and also a bit like an underground earthworm.

His body was covered with thick scales, and his eyes were like two burning flames, emitting a fierce aura.

It curled up its body and slowly crawled towards Yan Qingying and others.

Every step made the ground tremble.

However, the most frightening thing is the terrifying and ferocious monster.

There was a person standing there.

(End of this chapter)