Zhao Ge

Chapter 23: Skeletons in the fog

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While speaking, the clouds and mist became thicker and thicker where the blue feather light boat hovered. The flying boat was stuck in the clouds like a cruise ship stuck in the mud. No one thinks this is normal.

The only place not covered by clouds and mist is the space outside the window that Baili Shu pushed open. Those clouds and mist seemed to be both fearful and tempting, so they left a little gap for everyone to observe.

"The clouds turn into shapes, take advantage of the power of the heaven and the earth, and hunt the divine birds for food." Shen Changge looked at the rolling sea of clouds, and a huge shadow gradually appeared in the haze, "It treats us as food."

At this time, everyone in Duge felt a cold and bloodthirsty gaze glued to their bodies from a long distance away.

—It’s a smog bird of prey.

It greedily watched the upcoming meal in the sea of clouds, and excitedly stirred up bursts of strong air currents, and let out bursts of ear-piercing neighing, which was more like a grin.

After Shen Changge's words came out, Qin Jiu and others also remembered the legend about the misty bird of prey—this kind of cunning and insidious bird of prey hovers in the sky ten thousand feet high, feeds on birds that also travel through the wind, and most likes to eat divine birds.

The blue bird is one of the divine birds.

The blue-feathered light boat they were riding in, imitating a divine bird, was originally its proud glory, but at this moment it has become the source of fatal disasters. The appearance of the blue feather light boat and the blue bird is too similar to attract the attention of the fog bird, so it set a trap on the way forward of the flying boat.

But even if the cause was just that the fog bird mistook the flying boat for a blue bird, their situation would never change.

The neighing of birds of prey mixed with the sound of the wind, and the hatred contained in the piercing sound that has lasted from the last era to the present, have already announced the determination of the other party to swallow them to the death.

Suddenly, the sea of clouds vibrated more violently than before. This kind of vibration seemed to be connected with the high-altitude air, and even the blue feather light boat shook violently.

With the cultivation base of Shen Changge and others, this shaking will naturally not shake their figures. It's just that the meaning contained in this shaking makes people's hearts sink.

The cold feeling of being watched is lingering and nerve-wracking.

Jun Wanbai looked at Bailishu when everyone else was fascinated by Yunhai's change.

The thin young man in white was still the same as before, sitting upright. His eyes were still the same as before, even if the legendary fog bird of prey appeared in front of him, it couldn't make even a trace of emotion in those pupils. When the flying boat shook violently, there was not even a single ripple in the cup in front of this person.

Inexplicably, Jun Wanbai was no longer so anxious.

She stared at the gray sky.

"It's coming out."

Be sure, Jun Wanbai said softly. These words seemed to remind everyone, but only Jun Wanbai knew that he was actually speaking to Bailishu.

On the deck of the flying boat, what he was watching was this strange bird hidden in the clouds, right

Bailishu didn't answer, but the others responded a few times.

Everyone is looking at the misty bird of prey outside the window, except Jun Wanbai. She looked at Bailishu who was staring sideways out of the window, and slowly calmed down. She lowered her hand, as if giving herself strength, and clenched the bone sword in her sleeve.

—Maybe even when the sky falls and the earth falls apart, this person won't change his expression a bit.

she thinks.

"That's the fog bird of prey..."

Qin Jiu sighed, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something and attracting someone's attention.

The others didn't answer.

The sky was gray and the thunder began to rumble. Hearing the sound of thunder so close to the sky, it feels like the giant Kuafu of the Wanxianji is pulling the trailer that bound the Golden Crow, stepping over it step by step with heavy steps, the wheels crush the thin sky, and the sky is always ready All will be broken.

In front of the Qingyu light boat, while the final sound of the rumbling thunder god was still echoing, a dazzling, white lightning like a black dragon completely tore apart the sky. Lightning instantly turned the world white, and at that moment, the gigantic creature hidden in the clouds and mist really showed its figure.

Scary, weird, mammoth.

Appeared in a pale flash. It is an ancient creature completely composed of gray and white bones.

It's not like a bird at all.

The inconceivably long neck bone twisted section by section in the clouds like a snake or a dragon, and the skull connected to the end of the neck bone was narrow and long. The front half of its head seems to be covered with a gray mask, and it is connected with a long and sharp beak, forming a very strange expression that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

The long bird's beak hangs low and almost touches the keel protrusion as big as the gate of a giant city. In the clouds and mist, each of its ribs is like a crescent moon, glowing pale. There was no blood, no flesh, no feathers on the gray and white bones. Rolling clouds and mist are wrapped around those bones with wild beauty in arcs, rolling and flowing with the breathing of the misty birds of prey.

This is the legendary fog bird of prey.

The moment they saw its true face, Shen Changge and the others suddenly understood why Emperor Xuan wanted to include it in the records of monsters, not the records of strange beasts.

——Because the so-called mist bird of prey is such a strange creature that seems to be alive and dead, woven by clouds and mist.

The gray cloud is the blood of the bird of prey, the dark fog is the meat of the bird of prey, and the sound of the wind is the panting of the bird of prey.

The sky-shattering lightning only illuminated the world for a short moment. After the lightning passed, the six thousand feet altitude they were in was once again gray.

But they can still see fog birds of prey. After exposing its figure, this cunning bird that has already trapped its prey in the net no longer hides its figure.

As if feeling the attention of everyone, it turned its head, and its masked skull was facing the flying boat. Its long beak was slightly opened, and that strange smile that was not a smile suddenly turned into a sarcasm. What's even more creepy is that the eye sockets deep in its skull are empty, and there is nothing in it.

It has no eyes.

But the feeling of being watched does clearly exist.

In the eyes of everyone, the mist bird of prey spread its wings. It does not have a single flight feather of an avian creature on its wings. Instead of the feathers attached to the ulna, there are long, pale wing bones fanning out. Those wing bones had an extremely thin edge on one side, sharp as a sickle.

The mist bird slightly fanned its fan-like row of long and narrow wing bones, and the cloud and mist coiled around the pale and sharp scimitar-like wing bones, becoming the feathers of the mist bird. Those scimitar-like wing bones loomed in the clouds. Its wings spread out for thousands of miles, and when it flapped, the entire sea of clouds was stirred.

The neck bones, which were as long as an ancient python, were lifted up one by one, and twisted one after another, dancing like a dragon in the gray clouds. It seems to be performing some ancient ritual, making movements like people dancing.

With the magnificence of Haogu.

Even though they knew they were shrouded in deadly danger, Shen Changge and the others were still involuntarily attracted by the magnificence.

It was the sacrificial dance of the mist bird of prey. It would use the blood of all the humble human races on this flying boat to pay homage to the ancestors who were buried under the sword in the distant era. The "spiritual wisdom" mentioned in "The Hand Scroll of Three Emperors" is absolutely no exaggeration.

When the sacrificial dance stops, it is the time to kill.