The emerald wind filled the world, and Wu Hen felt like he was blown into an ancient battlefield.

The first emerald wind struck, and they were entrenched in the sky. Although the wind was invisible, through perception and description, in Wu Hen's eyes, these emerald winds were like feathered birds covered with sharp blades.

They flapped their wings, revealing their sharp claws, and their steel beaks flashed with cold light. They hovered over Wu Hen's head, and as the goddess of the moon who looked like E sang a long song, all the jade-wind feathered birds rushed towards

With Wu Hen out of sight, their figures formed extremely graceful lines of wind, and at the same time they gathered into a throne of the god of storms.

Wu Hen's pupils were intertwined with light and dark. When faced with such a miraculous wind skill, he felt that all his beliefs were being swallowed up.

But there is still a voice of unwillingness and stubbornness deep in the soul!

The moment they came into contact, they were marked as insignificant and humble by countless lives. Even if they tried their best, they could only glimpse the tip of the iceberg. In the despair, all kinds of negative emotions and majestic breath were suppressed deep in the heart, and they would eventually hit the bottom.

Rebound, giving birth to a fearless and unyielding self.

Time will wear away people's will, dilute people's obsessions, and make all the spiritual morale established by people disappear. What Wu Hen is most worried about is whether time will kill the self with hope and make him indifferent in the vast world.

Lost in.

But Xiaoyi's thoughts also made Wu Henming realize that time and tempering will also forge an unparalleled sword edge. Since his soul is fused with a weapon spirit, his soul should also be like forging a sword. The more tempered it becomes, the better it becomes.

Sharp, even if broken and shattered, thrown into the fiery furnace and reshaped, what will be born again will be stronger and more determined!

It doesn't matter if the Tao heart is broken, it can be reshaped and reshaped.

As long as you still survive in this world, a new sprout will eventually bloom from the depths of the decayed soul. This new sprout will be a more powerful self. It will use the broken and decayed body as nutrients to break through the bottlenecks of growth and evolution and break through the many shadows.

, and finally stand upright!

Xiaoyi has come this way, why can't he do it himself?

At least I still have someone to accompany me.

Similarly, Si Disaster also experienced various disasters in its past. It stood out from the gods and fell under the dust. It did not allow itself to become the god of disaster and annihilation, but sealed itself in this illusory mountain and river.

, trapped in his own sandbox, continuing to search for the true secret of life.

I should feel honored to have such an opponent and such a partner.

He held the Black Miracle Death Sword tightly with both hands. Wu Hen had never truly understood the power of the Black Miracle for a long time in the past. The powerful predators he dealt with were always hurriedly struck with one sword strike.

But Si Quan is one of the few opponents who makes Xiao Yidu feel in awe. Failure is meaningless. This game with him and the process of fighting him are as brilliant and beautiful as the meteor streaking across the sky. The Holy Spirit cherishes each other for a long time. This

It also means that no matter how many thousands of years, no matter how diverse the universe is, some resonant will will never perish!

What Wu Hen lacks is this soul will.

Si Disaster's tempering brought out Wu Hen's inner anxiety about time, awe of the gods, and fear of the unknown from the depths of his soul.

It was completely presented before Wu Hen's eyes, allowing him to face it head on.

The process of facing it head-on is indeed extremely cruel and can make people collapse, despair, and lose themselves. This is often more terrifying than death.

But if after facing all this, you can still stand up unsteadily and still hold the sword of truth in your hand, then this act is like the soul's nirvana, reshaping the golden soul!

"Keng!!!!"

Plunging the Black Miracle Sword into the mountain top, Wu Hen held the tail of the sword with both hands, of course he wouldn't move!

The jade bird circled down, its sharp claws, steel beak, and sharp feathers scraped from Wu Hen's body. They were not only taking away every piece of skin and flesh on Wu Hen's body, but they were also carving Wu Hen's jade soul!

On the top of the mountain, Wu Hen's black body, guarded by black miracles, turned into a pile of human bones.

But the soul is not extinguished, and there are still buds of lightning blooming. These miraculous seeds were nourished after the collapse of the previous body, and became tougher. They quickly broke through the bone shell, thrived, and were no longer fragile.

Instead, it blossomed into the flower of life and soul in Wu Hen's body in a very short period of time!

Black Miracle Soul Flowers were everywhere, and the newly pulled out vines intertwined with Wu Hen's bones, and quickly grew into fresh flesh and blood.

The hard soul fruit condensed in the petals is not a dead tree that springs back to life, but another continuation of life, shaping an immortal and unyielding new life. Inhabited by this new life is no longer a person who is afraid of the unknown of the alien universe.

The soul of a child is a mature spirit that is perseverant and invincible against all odds.

Everything was silent, and the black miracle on the top of the mountain was still standing at last. Although Wu Hen, holding the sword in his hand, was swaying at this moment, with a face like an old general, his clear eyes seemed to have just been washed.

It shines with the most brilliant brilliance, comparable to the blazing sun!

He grinned.

He looked at Si Ban,

This time, not only was his Taoist heart not broken, but his domineering personality was not wiped out. His smile became more and more arrogant, "This is obviously just your appetizer, show off your true wind disaster skills!"

The moon palace goddess stood quietly on a high place above the rolling wind, waving her fairy sleeves.

In the fog, the sky and the earth changed color, and the emerald wind poured down from the sky. The wind was still invisible, but what Wu Hen saw in his eyes were millions of divine soldiers, wearing ancient emerald armor and holding huge emerald swords!

Millions of divine soldiers soared into the clouds and mist, and the mountains and mountains made Wu Hen feel as if he had accidentally opened a door to the gods. The supreme god king in the door had given a blind intention to annihilate himself.

The wind and the wind are blowing, they are killing Wu Hen on the top of the mountain from the sky.

It was an eye-opener for Wu Hen. He never thought that the ultimate power of Feng could be to control the spirit and dispatch generals. The biggest benefit after becoming more sensitive is to make the strength and power concrete, so that he can clearly know the real gap between himself and his opponent!

However, Wu Hen's blood couldn't help but boil when he thought that he had defeated Sifeng and that all the catastrophic powers it exerted would become one of his magical powers.

This is the soul-casting that suits your own heart!

Since it is cultivation, this is how it should be!

Wu Hen used the sword-drawing Cang Gorge and numerous gorges as his own shelter, trying to block out the embodied power of the jade wind as much as possible.

There are millions of Jade Wind Divine Soldiers and Jade Wind Divine Generals, which means that each Jade Wind has the power of causing landslides and earth shattering. When they form an encirclement and suppression force, it is difficult for Wu Hen to fight back and he can only resist with his sword constantly.

Suffering from divine wind and catastrophe.

But unlike before, Wu Hen's body and soul are now more powerful. There are black miracle soul flowers and black miracle soul fruits in his body, which support Wu Hen's body and can no longer be destroyed so easily.

The wind soldiers and wind generals are different from the wind tribulation jade birds. Every attack they make is extremely heavy, as if a huge difference in air pressure is suddenly formed, so Wu Hen sees these invisible winds transformed into holding huge jade swords, and their

The heavy sword bombarded the heaven and earth, crushing everything.

"They won't disappear."

"It makes no sense for you to rely on the previous methods to survive."

Si Pan informed Wu Hen of the characteristics of this Fengshen technique.

Unlike the previous wind disasters, these wind soldiers and winds will last forever in the world until they are destroyed by some more powerful force.

Therefore, Wu Hen’s strategy of resisting the past is not tenable.

"I know, but as the old saying goes, if you want to hit someone, you must get hit first."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Wu Hen was observing and observing the movements of these powerful soldiers and generals.

Naturally, they are not real magic weapons and generals, so their attack methods are also unique.

They were not holding emerald epee swords and performing various outstanding epee techniques on him. Instead, they were like birds of prey, circling and swooping. After one strike, they quickly rose into the air, then readjusted their angles and attacked Wu Hen again.

Sometimes there are hundreds of thousands of wind soldiers lining up to swoop in with almost no gaps, and sometimes there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers arrayed together to form a more vast sword wind crushing them.

Although there are other variations, these are the only two methods.

“Boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!

The Feng Jie heavy sword array struck down heavily one after another, just like the clouds of the sky hitting the mountains, all the long and wild mountains were flattened, and the dust formed an endless ocean of dust.

Wu Hen fell into the ocean dust. Although his body and soul were broken again, his mind was still active. He kept reminding himself of the attack methods of the wind soldiers and generals, rehearsing over and over again in the battle track to find this million-dollar enemy.

The teacher's flaws.

"Let's take a break. Why don't we play backgammon for the next year?" Bai Ze looked at Wu Hen, who was already infatuated, slowly flying over, his eyes full of pity for the child.

"I don't need to rest for so long, I seem to have found an idea." Wu Hen slumped there.

Take a break when you need to.

When resting, feel free to feel comfortable.

It's good to be paralyzed like this. Your brain is flowing on the ground and your thoughts will be more active.

"You should have been allowed to challenge the eight gods from the beginning, and you should have chosen the kind-hearted Si Xue. She would definitely have some magical powers, and for the sake of your good looks, she would not destroy your face. Si Quan is really tough.

Look at you, you are not handsome but a scumbag. The most outrageous thing is,

People have become scum. Why are you so tough-mouthed? You are always so shameless. Why don't you just kneel down and beg the disaster minister? Why don't you give up 90% of your strength? No matter what, you are still a person who just touched Gao Wei.

It would be too cruel for a person to fight with a high-dimensional god——" Bai Ze comforted Wu Hen.

"No, there is no difference between using 90% of your power and using 100% of your power. One mistake will kill you instantly." Wu Hen said.

"—" Bai Ze was speechless.

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's an instant kill no matter what. The key is that Wu Hen needs to find the rules in the magical skills and what flaws there are in the magical methods.

"I found that when Si Ban let the wind soldiers and winds crush the formation, it would fly slightly lower. Do you think I have a chance to capture the thief first?" Wu Hen suddenly had a fantastic idea, and

He and Bai Ze started conspiring loudly.
Chapter completed!