txolops Chapter 95 The Mountain Girl Appears
Chapter 95 The Mountain Girl Appears
It was the skeleton of a dragon, several tens of feet long, coiled among the tree roots.
The bones were a deep, inky black, each rib was over ten feet long, and the vertebrae were interlocked like chains.
The skeleton's head leaned against the tree trunk, its jaws wide open, revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth that gleamed coldly.
Two thick dragon horns on its head slanted towards the sky. Although the horns were covered with cracks, they still exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
"Just now, Mo Yunhu was probably afraid of the aura left by this dragon's remains..."
Yao Ye shifted his gaze from the dragon's skeleton and looked up along the tree trunk.
Among the first layer of branches of the giant tree, there was an egg-shaped nest.
The nest was woven from twigs, dry grass, and some kind of dark filamentous material, and was about ten feet high, shaped like an upright bird egg.
The outer shell is smooth and dense, with five bright colors on the surface, and it has a glaze-like luster under fluorescent light.
The bottom of the nest has a neat, round opening, and the edges of the opening are lined with bird feathers, thickly and firmly.
That's the mountain girl's den!
"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly..."
A smile slowly spread across Yao Ye's lips; she smiled silently.
The place where that Foundation Establishment cultivator passed away is indeed here.
He dismounted from the tiger's back and was about to walk towards the giant tree when the Black Cloud Tiger beneath him suddenly let out a low roar.
Yao Ye followed its gaze.
In the shadows on the right side of the cave, stood an extremely tall figure.
The creature was over three zhang tall, and although it resembled a human in appearance, it was definitely not human.
Its entire body was covered with a layer of coarse, stiff black fur, its eyes were bloodshot, and its long hair was dark yellow, like withered moss.
Its head was disproportionately large to its robust body, and although its face was humanoid, it was exceptionally ferocious.
His cheekbones were high, his eye sockets were deep, and his jaw protruded like that of an ape.
It was dressed in a fur coat made of countless animal hides and wore a tattered straw hat.
The brim of the hat was pulled low, obscuring most of her face, leaving only a pair of crimson eyes that gleamed eerily in the shadows.
"Sandu."
Yao Ye coldly uttered two words.
He had read the scriptures about mountain demons in the sect. These mountain demons were offspring of mountain maidens who mated with ape-like monsters.
With a robust physique and immense strength, they are among the most valiant fighters in the mandrill tribe.
Ancient texts describe the mountain as "shaped like a human, nine feet tall, dressed in fur and wearing a hat," but the mountain before us is far more than nine feet tall!
With a size of over three zhang (approximately 10 meters), it would be an extremely rare and unusual species even in the mountain capital.
The mountain slowly emerged from the shadows, each step it took causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Its arms are extremely long, almost reaching below its knees. When its fists are clenched, the joints make a cracking sound, and the veins on the back of its fists bulge out like dragons.
Instead of attacking immediately, it tilted its head and scrutinized Yao Ye and the black tiger behind him with its crimson eyes.
"Snoring!!"
A low gurgling sound came from its throat, as if it were weighing its prey.
Yao Ye sneered and patted Mo Yunhu's neck: "Jin Ming, go."
Upon receiving the order, Black Tiger immediately lowered its body, alternating its four paws on the ground, and slowly paced around the mountain.
"roar!"
It let out a low growl from deep in its throat, and its tail lashed out in a sharp arc through the air, the tip of its tail scraping the ground and kicking up a few pebbles.
The next instant, the black tiger leaped out like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Shandu's throat.
Shan didn't flinch or dodge, but raised his right arm and held it horizontally in front of him, taking the full force of the black tiger's claw.
"Bang."
After a muffled thud, the tiger's claws struck Shandu's forearm, leaving only five shallow white marks.
Shan Du swiftly grabbed the black tiger's front leg with his five fingers, swung it around, and slammed it hard into the ground.
Black Tiger somersaulted in the air, its tail lashing out like a steel whip at Shandu's face, forcing it to let go.
Black Tiger landed steadily, a fierce glint flashing in its eyes, and pounced again.
The tiger and the man engaged in a fierce battle in the cave.
The black tiger was extremely fast, and its movements, pounces, and bites were exceptionally agile. Every swing of its claws was accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, and the lash of its tail was as swift as a shooting star.
The mountain city is completely different—
It was clumsy in its movements, yet incredibly powerful. Each punch it delivered sent rocks crashing down the rock face and created craters several feet wide in the ground.
The black tiger's claws and teeth left only a few white marks on its body, but if its fist grazed the black tiger, the black tiger would be knocked back several steps.
Yao Ye stood outside the battle circle with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry to make a move.
The offensive by Santo is becoming increasingly fierce.
Its left fist came down, and Black Tiger dodged it, leaving a three-foot-deep crater in the ground; its right fist followed closely, and Black Tiger, who was a little slower in retreating, was hit in the side by the force of the punch, causing him to stagger slightly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shan Du stepped forward, clenched his fists like hammers, and slammed them down on Black Tiger's head.
Just then, Yao Ye made his move.
With a flick of his right hand, a streak of emerald green light flew out from his sleeve.
It was a three-foot-long "Azure Phosphorus Sword," a top-grade first-tier magic weapon. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and its entire body shimmered with a faint phosphorescent light.
"bass--"
The sword light drew an arc in the air, precisely striking Shan Du's right arm, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.
Black blood spurted out, and Shan Du let out a painful roar. His right arm trembled involuntarily, and his clenched fist veered off course, slamming into the ground beside the black tiger, sending up a shower of rubble.
Immediately afterwards, Yao Ye made a hand seal with his left hand, and another magical artifact, the "Vertical Wing Golden Ring," flew out.
The golden ring split in two in mid-air, then into four, transforming into dozens of sharp blade wheels that hurtled towards Shan Du.
The blade wheel struck the mountain's fur coat with a crisp clanging sound. Although it did not injure its bones, it forced the mountain to retreat repeatedly, leaving it in a sorry state.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Black Tiger launched a counterattack, tearing a chunk of flesh from Shan Du's left leg with its claws.
Shan Du roared and retaliated with a punch, while Yao Ye slapped his pouch and summoned a jade ruler.
The jade ruler swelled in the air, growing to a length of about ten feet, and slammed heavily onto Shandu's chest.
Shan Du grunted, his massive body staggering back seven or eight steps, breaking several drooping air roots before he could barely regain his balance.
It was panting heavily, and a hint of fear finally appeared in its blood-red eyes.
Just when Santo was on the verge of collapse and about to fall.
A soft, gentle laugh came from deep within the cave.
"Oh dear, young man, you're really ruthless."
Yao Ye abruptly sheathed his sword and looked in the direction of the sound.
From within the nest, a slender figure gracefully emerged.
She was a petite woman, who looked no more than sixteen years old, with skin as white as snow and hair as black as a waterfall.
Her eyes were full of affection, and her lips held a hint of alluring smile.
She was only wrapped in a thin gauze dress, her graceful figure faintly visible beneath, and every gesture she made exuded an indescribable charm and elegance.
If it weren't for the fact that her pupils were the same dark yellow color as those of a mountain demon, Yao Ye would almost have thought she was a lost female disciple from some immortal sect.