Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 143 Three-Eyed Golden Peng
A feeling of traveling through space came.
When Wang Chen reacted, he was already trapped in the prison. There was nothingness all around him. The countless prison bars that originally flashed white light were now divided into countless white light strips of strange shapes by countless spaces, like a kaleidoscope.
Thinking of the terrible monster he had just seen in the outside world, Wang Chen turned around suddenly without caring about the severe pain in his fingers.
At this moment, in that endless dark space, a huge creature suddenly woke up.
This is a huge golden roc. During the endless years, it seemed to be sleeping in the darkness of nothingness with its body curled up into a ball.
However, Wang Chen's sudden intrusion awakened him from his slumber.
A sharp bird head suddenly raised up, its feathers were as sharp as metal, and three blue eyes opened in the middle of the head.
His lightning-like gaze locked onto Wang Chen.
"Three-eyed golden roc?"
Wang Chen was shocked. He had heard of such strange beasts. Even in the cultivation world, there were legends about this kind of mythical beast. Legend has it that the three-eyed golden roc was a divine bird from the fairyland and the mount of the sword fairy. Its feathers were like divine weapons and were indestructible.
In the world of cultivation, there is a large sect called Huatian Sword Sect that worships the Three-eyed Golden Roc. The sect’s guardian sword is a feather of the Three-eyed Golden Roc, which is extremely precious.
"What on earth is this place?"
If the legend is true, how could the Demon Emperor Tongtian capture such a divine bird and imprison it here?
Groan!
Before he could think too much, the divine bird suddenly raised its head and sang like a phoenix. The golden roc flapped its wings and soared into the sky like thunder and lightning swooping towards Wang Chen and appearing in front of him in an instant.
The aura flowing around it had already become like a sharp sword energy. As it flashed, countless golden threads appeared behind it, like the feathers of a phoenix, magnificent and beautiful.
All before my eyes was the three-eyed golden roc's pair of sharp claws that shone with the luster of a divine weapon, and its nails were as sharp and beautiful as fairy swords.
Strong wind blew over the ground, and the sharp demonic power brought by the claws fell on Wang Chen's side. The floating black mist was instantly dispelled, and traces like claws appeared.
As if to crush everything under its claws.
“So fast.”
With a flash of his body, Wang Chen avoided the sharp claws of Golden Roc, and the six swords in his hands were suddenly unsheathed. The vigorous sword energy suddenly surged out, and in an instant it turned into the shape of the Emperor Sword, sweeping towards the Golden Roc.
Before the Emperor's Sword could strike Golden Peng, it had already come into contact with the protective gale.
The heavy sound of metal hitting each other continued frequently.
In a short period of time, sparks kept flying in the air, and countless golden cracks appeared on the Emperor's Sword.
Those were the marks left by the sharp demonic power around Jin Peng, which was as sharp as a flying sword. Some were several feet long, while others were as wide as a palm.
As the cracks gradually increased, the sword energy suddenly became chaotic, and the imperial sword turned into golden light and dissipated before it could hit the golden roc.
Wang Chen was shocked.
He never thought that his imperial sword, which had already taken shape, would not be able to cut through even the strong wind of an alien beast.
In mid-air, the golden roc cried out, and its feathers fluttered, making sounds like silver bells, and each feather emitted a dazzling golden light.
The wings flapped, and a golden tornado rolled towards Wang Chen. In the tornado, there were spots of golden light. Those were the feathers shot out by the Golden Peng, like a formation of steel swords.
Xiaoyao, break a piece of space exit.
Wang Chen's voice was urgent, and his body kept changing directions, trying to get rid of the vortex of this tornado.
At the same time, Xiaoyao rushed towards the barrier of this space.
As soon as she knocked on the barrier, she felt her hand tremble, and she shouted in panic: "No, the space here is too thick, let me see if there is any weak spot." Xiaoyao also knew that the situation was critical, and while speaking, she flew quickly into the black fog.
Wang Chen's face was as gloomy as water. The strange beast in front of him could dissolve the Emperor's Sword with just its strong wind. He had no chance of winning at all.
If it were in the outside world, he could still try to escape, but in this prison-like space, it was simply wishful thinking to want to escape.
But he was also confused. Although this Golden Peng was strong, it was far from being as majestic as the legendary Golden Peng. If they really compared them, the sense of oppression that this Golden Peng gave him was not as strong as the sense of crisis that the Nine Monsters gave him.
He was thinking of a countermeasure in his mind, and his body changed direction several times in the air to avoid the attack of the tornado.
"Ah..." There seemed to be a sigh in the darkness.
"Totara, Moguna..." The inexplicable voice was soft and weak, just like a lazy spectator lying on a comfortable big bed, watching a boring performance and feeling drowsy.
"Reuniha Totara." Wang Chen was stunned for a moment and blurted out subconsciously.
When they were still in college, there were three of them in one dormitory, spanning the freshman, sophomore and junior years. They studied a very unpopular major, and one of their activities was to curse at each other with dead language.
In short, it means using an extinct or soon-to-be-extinct language to insult others.
If you don't understand these languages, you will inevitably suffer losses in the confrontation and eventually face the other side's rampant humiliation.
Totara is a dead language, which is said to come from an extinct tribe that once had a very rich written civilization. This phrase is used to refer to someone who does not think fast enough and cannot understand the key to a problem.
In short, it means idiot.
And Wang Chen's response translates to: You are an idiot.
In the void, a figure dressed in white suddenly condensed. The man had an ancient face, shining eyes, and a white robe that looked like it had been weathered, with rags at the end. However, this gave him an extraordinary temperament.
Staring at Wang Chen, the man suddenly said, "What about Hani?" (Do you understand?)
"Moha?" (Who are you?) Wang Chen flashed rapidly in the air, but this man was like his shadow, floating motionlessly in front of him.
The scene was weird.
“Hahaha.” As if he had finally found someone with whom he could communicate, the man in white laughed unabashedly, and a series of dead words came out of his mouth: “I am Tongtian Emperor Nian.”
"Emperor's Thoughts again?" Wang Chen frowned.
Wang Chen did not respond to the long cry of the Golden Roc, but he had no good feelings towards Emperor Nian. When he saw Emperor Nian transformed into a human, he wondered if there was only one Emperor Nian.
But after many contacts, he discovered that these incarnations of the Demon Emperor's spirit, each of them seemingly respected and virtuous, were actually hypocritical and despicable.
"What a laugh." Wang Chen cursed in his heart. Although this Emperor Nian was not a real life, he was at least thousands of years old. He was ridiculed as an idiot, but not only did he not get angry, but he seemed to laugh in a generous manner. How could the meaning of this laughter be as simple as the love of the elder for the younger generation?
At this moment, Wang Chen had already figured out the size of this space clearly while fleeing.
The whole space seems dark and deep, but it is only a few miles in radius. At such a cramped distance, it is very difficult to deal with the Golden Peng.
Emperor Tongtian laughed for a long time, but when he saw that Wang Chen ignored him, he looked a little embarrassed.
So he looked up at the battle and said, "This Golden Peng is a rare spiritual bird in the world. With each stage of growth, it can naturally obtain racial inheritance that is in line with the true meaning of heaven and earth from its bloodline."
“In the beginning, you may be able to hold out in a battle with Jin Peng, but later on, the feathers and demonic power that Jin Peng continuously wields will accumulate more and more on the battlefield, turning into a medium for displaying his inheritance. Eventually, his inherited martial arts will become stronger and stronger. By then, even a real dragon will have no choice but to avoid his edge.”
"But I have good news for you, little brother. Jin Peng has a characteristic. He doesn't like to eat dead food. You will probably survive in the end, but he will use his claws to hold you to the ground and then use his feathers to cut off your flesh piece by piece."
"At the same time, he will use his demonic power to keep you alive, so that you will not die immediately, but will eventually be eaten by him bite by bite, and your skin and flesh will be eaten away. In the end, only a skeleton will be left, and life will be worse than death..."
Wang Chen's heart moved slightly.
This was not because he was frightened by this horrifying description, but because he discovered that the golden thread-like demonic power of Jin Peng began to float between heaven and earth. A lot of demonic power gathered and gradually turned into golden clouds above his head, which could shoot down terrifying thunder at any time.
The Six Paths Sword Techniques he used also followed the same principle. Some sword techniques could only be performed after the sword energy accumulated to a certain level.
Therefore, he understood that Yidinian had not deceived him on this point.
And he understood even more clearly that the White-robed Emperor said this in order to induce him to beg him for help.
As Wang Chen was thinking, as he dodged, Buddha's light suddenly appeared around him, and several swastikas shone brightly, like a high monk who had attained enlightenment.
"I have experienced many hardships since I was young. I have persisted until now and I don't want to live anymore. It is my fate to die at the hands of this divine beast, the Golden Peng. Legend has it that the Buddha gave his own flesh to the hawk to eat. My flesh is naturally not as precious as the Buddha's, and the Golden Peng is no less precious than the hawk, so there is nothing I cannot give to it."
The emperor paused for a moment, as if he had not expected that Wang Chen's twisted theory could make so much sense.
But soon, the voice came again: "Interesting, you dare to bargain with me, you are quite unusual. But I have been here for thousands of years, and I have seen countless clever little ghosts. What will happen if I let you die?"
He saw through Wang Chen's plan to retreat in order to advance, and wanted to get him to take the initiative to help him.
