Chapter 460: Formation Of Aroma Soar To The Sky! (1/2)

Outside the capital city Tiandu, the Song family's old mansion.

Song Gudu was lying on stone bed, without saying a single word and without breathing for several days. He was motionless. Had he not kept his eyes open, it would have looked like that he was dead.

Suddenly, a strong aroma wafted up his nose.

Song Gudu jolted, and vigorously drew a deep sniff. That aroma was even more intense and distinct.

It was not a hallucination!

AH!

Song Gudu abruptly leapt out of bed, looking out with astonishment at the trees in the courtyard.

In a world of ice and snow, the plum blossoms that Song Gudu had hand-planted were blooming with abundance.

The patches of red, like the red lips of a beautiful woman, were alluring and dazzling.

The red flowers were so densely cl.u.s.tered that it was as though the branches of the trees were covered up with beautiful fairies.

Because the flowers were too red, the whole courtyard was shrouded in a red halo.

In a world of snow the red flowers were infinitely bright.

All this was wrapped in that red light, which looked bizarre and extremely illusory. It was as though the little courtyard had entered a mysterious s.p.a.ce.

Moreover, the fragrance was too strong, more intense than the most famous 'fragrant man' in the West Wind Kingdom.

The aroma of plum blossoms filled the little courtyard and then spread to the old mansion.

In the sky there were red flowers dancing and aroma billowing like a dragon.

The tumbling red flowers and the condensed aroma had fused into one, sprinkling the fragrance across the courtyard and toward the capital city in the distance.

Formation of aroma soaring to the sky!

The old housekeeper of the old mansion lifted his head to look at the long line of red across the sky, his eyes welled up and then he 'plopped' to the ground.

Behind him were more servants of the old mansion kneeling down.

At the city walls of Tiandu, the soldiers guarding the city looked up at the long formation line of flowers, and were so stunned that they were speechless. They found that there was as though something stuck in their throat. Their faces turned red and their breathing was laboured.

On the street, people who were busy doing business or walking, upon smelling the rich plum blossom aroma, looked up one after another.

Their expression was one of panic, emotional, and madness.

The fragrance of flowers pervaded the city of Tiandu. The rain of flowers filled the sky.

The long line of flowers scattered and turned into a ma.s.sive rain, sprinkling across the capital.

“It's raining, it's raining flowers——”

“What beautiful flowers, it's a miracle from the heaven——”

“It's amazing, there is a Saint descending onto West wind——”

The long formation line of flowers was still sweeping across and spreading further into the distance, and it was in this way that they announce to the world:

Song Gudu had stepped past the Starry sky, leaped into the Astral projection realm————

There was a fishy sweetness in his throat; it was the taste of blood.

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Mu Dingyi was no stranger to this taste, when he was young he had tasted it countless times. It was only after he had a deep mastery of swordsmans.h.i.+p that he began to make others taste it. Once he was known as the 'Sword G.o.d of West Wind', or 'Old immortal', he had never again felt what it was like to bleed. Of course, he also rarely made others taste what blood is.

Among the vast Divine continent there were very few people who were worth him doing such a thing to them.

Powerful qi surged within his body, striking the severely damaged acupoints of the meridians.

He was well aware that the shock wave of the previous three-sided attack had a very huge impact on him. Especially when his body had entered that s.p.a.ce, he found it difficult to withstand effectively.

Mu Dingyi fumbled out a white handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiping the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing the spots of red blood on the robe, there was a sense of powerlessness.

He waved his hand at the disciples of the Still water sword school, motioning them not to come up and help.

Then, with a calm faced he looked at Li Muyang, “in that case, let me witness your true——strongest power.”

Li Muyang coldly smiled, “As you wish.”

As he was speaking, he had already stepped onto the top of the Red Wolf, and kicking his feet, the Red Wolf's huge body charged towards where Mu Dingyi stood.

It was as though he was going to use his strong physique to knock Mu Dingyu to pieces.

Crash——

Flames were blazing, red fur fluttering, at this moment the Wolf of the Red Moon looked incomparably majestic, blood boiling.

The Wolf King sped headlong to the position where Mu Dingyu was.

Boom—

The wolf's head hit the ground hard, and a huge fire pit broke out on the ground.

The lapis slab stone was smashed into pieces, and the giant pit was surrounded with crackling sparks.

What about Mu Dingyi?

Everyone watched with bated breath, staring at the increasingly fierce battle before them.

If the Wolf King's attack had struck, then Old immortal of Still water would have turned to——old cured meat of Still water, right?

“Old Immortal won't be killed, would he?”

Li Muyang felt danger.

As the Wolf King's body was about to slam into the ground, he stood on his tiptoes, soaring into the air.

His body flipped around in a beautiful b.u.t.terfly form, before he slammed out a punch into the air.

Rumble——

A towering mountain stood up in front of him, shooting up into the sky.

Mountain shaking fist!

The punch did not have the destructive power of the Frighten Dragon Fist, but the scope of the attack was larger, as well as having a defensive effect.