Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo stared at him with his mouth agape. How could this work? The snowman was truly a weirdo, using his own body as a weapon.    

    

However, as the redness in the eyes of the snowmen faded, their bodies returned to their original forms. Their power was greatly reduced, and their auras were weakened. Clearly, after the middle-aged snowman used some method to stimulate the potential of their bodies, they gradually returned to their original state.    

    

Feng Yimo no longer hesitated. The Cyan Light Crescent Wheel flew out with a swoosh, carrying with it a snowflake. The three snow wolves that pounced on the snowmen were cut in half. Blood splashed on the snowmen's heads, dyeing their long white hair red.    

    

"Yes, it's a cultivator!" The middle-aged snowman was shocked. Then, he revealed a longing and complicated expression. "This Celestial Immortal, please help. Wuhee Tribe must thank you heavily!"    

    

Feng Yimo did not respond. The Divine Sense controlled the Cyan Light Crescent Wheel to fly up and down. Wherever it went, it would be covered in blood rain. The snow wolves suffered heavy casualties. They whimpered as they ran to the top of the mountain.    

    

"Roar!!!"    

    

A roar that shook the mountain sounded at the top of the mountain. Feng Yimo raised his head and looked over. It was a huge silver wolf that was 30 feet tall. It raised its head and roared. Hearing the huge silver wolf's roar, the snow wolves all turned around and attacked the snowman again.    

    

"Yes, it's Wolf King!" The middle-aged snowman's face was pale. The other snowmen looked desperate. If Wolf King was here, the snow wolves would become a desperate army. They would not give up until they achieved their goal.    

    

"Celestial Immortal, I beg you to send my son Ura back to the tribe!" The middle-aged snowman knelt on one knee and pushed the child behind him out. "As long as you can safely escort Ura back to the tribe and give this thing to the chief, he will treat you as an honored guest and give you a great gift!"    

    

Feng Yimo looked at the half of the beast bone in the middle-aged snowman's hand. He did not know what this was. He said, "You don't need to be afraid. I will definitely protect you all." He waved his hand and released four medicinal Bone Puppets to protect the snowmen. Then, he flew onto the medicinal Cyan Light Crescent Wheel and rushed towards the mountaintop. "I will kill Wolf King!"    

    

The snowman looked at the four skeletons in shock. He was afraid, but he didn't dare to move. Who knew that when the snow wolf got close, the skeletons would take the initiative to attack. With their powerful claws, they instantly crushed the head of a snow wolf. The most powerful one was still the bone scorpion. Its tail turned into a shadow of thorns. From time to time, snow wolves were skewered on it.    

    

The snow men were overjoyed. So these skeletons were one of their own! With the four Bone Puppets and the snowman's defense, they were able to block the snow wolf and prevent it from rushing in.    

    

Feng Yimo rode on the Cyan Light Crescent Wheel and flew to the top of the mountain, only to see Wolf King raise his proud head, seemingly dismissive of him. Just as he approached Wolf King, Wolf King lowered his head and opened his mouth. A three meter long curved ice blade flew out and struck towards Feng Yimo with lightning speed!    

    

Wolf King was a Third Grade high level demon beast!    

    

Seeing the ice blade in front of him, Feng Yimo rolled sideways. The ice blade flew past the Cyan Light Crescent Wheel. The cold air seemed to freeze the Cyan Light Crescent Wheel. It landed on a ten feet thick tree trunk in the distance. The tree suddenly collapsed and turned into an ice tree!    

    

Feng Yimo did not dare to be neglectful. He shook his left wrist and the Soul Locking Smoke flew out. He patted the Spiritual Worm Bag and released the Soul Devouring Insect. Unexpectedly, the Soul Devouring Insect was trembling in the cold wind. Its wings could not be opened and all of them fell into the snow.    

    

Feng Yimo was shocked. It turned out that the Soul Devouring Insect was afraid of the cold. He hurriedly rolled up the Divine Senses and put them away. He ran up in the snow. His body turned into white smoke, and he stepped on the snow without leaving a trace.    

    

The Cyan Light Crescent Wheel in the air hummed. It circled around the right side of the Soul Locking Smoke and slashed at Wolf King's neck!    

    

Wolf King raised his head and roared. Another ice blade smashed onto the Cyan Light Crescent Wheel. The ice blade shattered, but it also successfully froze the crescent wheel, turning it into a lump of ice that fell down. Feng Yimo happened to arrive below. He reached out and pulled back the crescent wheel. Seeing that he was less than 30 meters away from Wolf King, the Yin-yang Finger that he had prepared earlier pointed out.    

    

The black and white Yin and Yang spirit energy brought up a sky full of flying snow. It was as if it had transformed into a snow dragon and rushed towards Wolf King.    

    

Wolf King's face revealed a human-like expression of shock and fear. He jumped and tried to dodge the Yin-yang Finger's power, but the Soul Locking Smoke quietly wrapped around his right hind leg and dragged it down. The area where the Soul Locking Smoke wrapped around started to shrink. Wolf King's eyes were filled with a fierce light. He turned his head and bit on his right hind leg. With a cracking sound, he bit off his leg and rolled down the mountain, avoiding the Yin-yang Finger.    

    

Feng Yimo came to where Wolf King was standing and kept the Soul Locking Smoke. Seeing that the crippled Wolf King had already left, he felt admiration in his heart. If Wolf King didn't bite off his leg decisively, then after getting hit by the Yin-yang Finger, there was no chance of survival.    

    

Wolf King ran away. The snow wolves that attacked the snowman fled in all directions. The snow people were exhausted and fell to the ground. The snow had already been dyed red by the bright red snow. Under the winter sun, it was exceptionally glaring.    

    

Feng Yimo came down from the mountain. The snowman knelt on the ground. "Thank you, Celestial Immortal, for saving my life!"    

    

Feng Yimo hurriedly helped them up. Seeing that the snowmen's injuries were quite severe, he took out a Blood Revival Pill and fed them a hemostasis pill. Only then did he put away the medicinal Bone Puppet.    

    

The little boy looked at Feng Yimo curiously. He did not understand why the four tall skeletons disappeared all of a sudden. He ran to Feng Yimo and hugged his thigh. He asked, "Are you a juggler? Why did the bones just disappear?"    

    

Feng Yimo smiled. "This is not a juggler, but a magic spell. Do you want to learn it?"    

    

"Yes, very much. Can you teach Ura?" The little boy jumped up and said happily.    

    

Unexpectedly, Ura's father's expression changed. He hugged Ura and said very sternly, "You are not allowed to learn!"    

    

Ura was frightened. This was the first time he had seen his father so fierce. He cried and struggled out of his father's arms. He ran behind Feng Yimo and hid.    

    

Feng Yimo held Ura's hand in the morning. He had already found out that Ura's aptitude was good. At least he was better than him. Why didn't he allow him to cultivate with such aptitude?    

    

Ura's father sighed. His eyes were full of helplessness and fear. He said, "In North Boundary Field, the Snowman Clan is allowed to live, but they are restricted from cultivating. Once one person is found cultivating, the entire tribe will be destroyed. Therefore, we can only use the power of totems to strengthen ourselves. Only then can we survive with our last breath." He opened his right hand. The wound on his right hand had stopped bleeding, but Feng Yimo still found a strange pattern on the back of the other Snowmen Warriors.    

    

The pattern was full moon, and there were two crescent moons in the middle. They were all drawn with Ura's father's blood. At this time, they were completely black. Feng Yimo remembered that when the pattern was just drawn, it was blood-red. The natural spiritual energy seemed to be slightly fluctuating. Apparently, it was absorbed by the pattern and fed to the snowmen. They quickly expanded and became stronger, then fought against the enemy.    

    

What a strange race!    

    

"Alright, Celestial Immortal, it's not good to stay here for long. Let's hurry up and leave. It's a pity that these snow wolf corpses are here!" Ura's father said.    

    

"Do you need these bodies?" Feng Yimo asked in surprise.    

    

"Yes, the skin of snow wolves can resist the cold, the meat can be eaten, the bones can build houses, or make weapons. They are all good things. Unfortunately, the warriors are too weak to carry them after they transform." Ura's father said with regret.    

    

"That's easy, I'll bring them for you!" Feng Yimo smiled and flew up into the air. He waved his hands and collected the bodies of more than two hundred snow wolves into his spatial iron.