The strong wind rises

Author: Zoumaxing Changan

The strong wind rises

The entire Wind Clan has received no more than five False God Tokens, so no wonder this person wants to join forces with her.

Xu Chunniang shook her head, "I have no intention of forming an alliance with others. You can find someone else."

Seeing her turn around and leave, Feng Ling couldn't hide her disappointment, being rejected again.

Wang Tianhuan's guess was good. There were only three Wind Clan monks who entered Creation Mountain this time.

There are forbidden spells in the Creation Mountain. Here, all communication spells and magical powers will be ineffective.

So he couldn't contact the other two tribesmen, and he didn't know where they were or whether they were safe.

Feng Ling knew very well that with the strength of him and the other two tribesmen, it was almost impossible to accumulate a hundred artificial stones in three days.

The Wind Clan has been weak for a long time. As the leader of the Wind Clan, he has the obligation to lead the entire Wind Clan to new heights.

Therefore, he took the initiative and actively searched for the lonely monks, trying to find a few reliable allies.

However, the reality is that it often hits a wall.

When the other party heard that he was from the Wind Clan, he ran faster than the wind.

After discovering his traces, several people attacked him indiscriminately, trying to snatch the artificial stone from him.

It took a lot of strength for him to escape.

Feng Ling's face showed a bitter look when he thought of the many experiences he had experienced in the day after entering the Creation Mountain.

Over the past two thousand years, the Wind Clan's territory has become smaller and smaller, and its people have become fewer and fewer.

If this continues, sooner or later, the entire Wind Clan will disappear.

This time, no matter what, he must find a way to pass the test and enter the Void Temple!

The path of finding alliances is not feasible. After all, all the races that come to Fortune Mountain are here to compete for the resources of the spiritual world. How can they form an alliance with people from other races?

A look of determination flashed across Feng Ling's face. It seemed that he could only use the last trump card passed down from his clan!

Rather than watching the Wind Clan die, it's better to give it a try.

Even if he died with his soul scattered in the end, he would still be worthy of his clan members.

Feng Ling took a deep breath, took out an ancient porcelain bottle from the mustard space, took blood from her fingertips, and broke the seal on it.

After the seal on the porcelain bottle was broken, a wisp of cyan energy floated out from it and was taken in by Feng Ling.

After inhaling this cyan energy, Feng Ling's originally light cyan complexion instantly became much whiter.

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of pain and patience.

This bit of soul-splitting breath seems not enough...

Feng Ling took a deep breath, and a large amount of cyan Qi was absorbed into his body. His skin gradually turned from white to transparent, and he could clearly see the rapidly flowing blood and spiritual energy under his skin.

As a large amount of soul-splitting breath entered his body, his soul was instantly cut into millions of pieces.

"ah!"

The severe pain made Feng Ling cry out in pain. Relying on the innate talent of the Feng Clan, he managed to maintain his last bit of sanity and did not fall into madness or madness.

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her hand tremblingly, sucking in all the soul-splitting breath in the bottle.

As all the soul-splitting breath was absorbed, his body became completely transparent, and even his blood and bones seemed to be completely integrated into the wind, leaving no trace.

After absorbing the soul-splitting breath, Feng Ling disappeared on the spot.

Where the wind feathers disappeared, a gust of wind emerged out of thin air.

At first, the gust of wind was very weak and slow.

But soon, the gust of wind became stronger and faster, pouring down from an altitude of nine thousand miles and roaring with the force of sweeping everything.

Many monks nearby noticed this sudden wind.

From a long distance, Xu Chunniang also saw the hurricane.

She was slightly startled, "What a powerful wind!"

The direction of the wind was not her, but she could also feel the power contained in the hurricane.

Wangtianhuan touched his chin, "Isn't it the formation created by the Feng tribe member?"

"Feng tribe people, you mean... Feng Ling?"

Xu Chunniang was a little surprised, and recalled in her mind the monk she had met not long ago.

If he has this means, why waste time looking for allies?

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Wind Clan was once a powerful clan in the spiritual world, but that was all in the past. Then something unexpected happened. The Wind Clan's monks above the integration stage died one after another, and the Wind Clan has been in decline ever since.

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Wang Tianhuan thought for a while and felt that it was unlikely that the Wind Clan monk had caused the movement, "It's probably a coincidence."

Xu Chunniang stared into the distance and saw that many people were accidentally blown away by the wind, and their whole bodies were swept into the wind.

The monk who was caught in the wind felt that his whole body was about to be blown apart by the wind, and there was pain everywhere in his body.

Some people were even knocked unconscious by the force of the blow.

At first, others only thought the wind was unbearable, but that was nothing more than that.

It wasn't until someone discovered that the unconscious man had lost his breath that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"No! This strange wind can follow the orifices, invade the soul, and blow the soul away silently. Once it is blown by it for too long, the soul will be blown away by the wind!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was secretly alert and hurriedly stayed away for fear of being blown away.

The monk who was swept away by the wind also struggled and tried his best to escape from the strong wind.

The monk who had just been caught in the wind managed to escape smoothly.

The longer they stayed in the wind, the harder it became to escape. Soon, two more monks who were caught in the wind fainted.

Seeing this, the faces of the other people who had not been able to escape the strange wind became extremely ugly.

After a brief hesitation, they crushed the False God Order one after another, turned into a white light, and left the Creation Mountain, and also left the deadly strange wind.

The strange wind comes suddenly and goes away strangely.

After taking away the lives of three or four people and forcing five or six people to leave Creation Mountain, it actually disappeared so quietly.

The remaining monks looked at each other in confusion, "The elders in the clan have never said that there is such a strange wind at the foot of the Creation Mountain?"

"I don't know. Every time the Creation Mountain is opened, the content of the trial is different. Probably this wind is also a part of the test."

Next to the Gate of Creation, an ancient monk was preparing to step into the door when he suddenly saw a hurricane in the distance.

He paused and narrowed his eyes, "The wind is blowing...it shouldn't be."

His tribesmen were a little confused and looked over, "It's just a gust of wind. Is there anything special about it?"

"No, maybe I'm overthinking it."

The Taigu clan monk shook his head and smiled, "The Taiwu and Taiyao clans have entered the Gate of Creation one step ahead of me, I have to go.

After I leave, you must collect as many creation stones as possible, and strive to allow more tribesmen to pass the trial and enter the Void Temple."

"We know that."

The Taikoo monk smiled slightly, stepped into the door of creation, and threw a hundred creation stones into it.
Chapter completed!