Of course she was not in a hurry. She was busy getting close to her menstrual wheels and wanted to revoke her menstrual wheels from Yang Sanyang first. Of course, she was not in a hurry to go back.

This is an innate spiritual treasure, which is extremely precious in the wilderness. If you can get an innate spiritual treasure, your own way will be expected. Even if you lose a piece of branches of the sycamore tree, no one will blame her.

The lightning of the dragon-bearded tiger is very fast, and it can be seen in the blink of an eye. In three years, it has bypassed Buzhou Mountain and arrived at the southwest boundary.

southwest

The place where the God of Wind lives is called: The Hill of Wind.

The yellow sand is long, and the yellow sand is everywhere in my eyes. The manic tornado is mixed with the innate divine wind, which spreads the earth in a radius of thousands of miles.

"This is where the Wind God lives, called: The Hill of Wind."

The dragon-bearded tiger descended from the escape light, Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back, looked at the wonder in front of him, and a little curiosity appeared in his eyes.

Three feet away in front of me, yellow sand is everywhere, and the sun and the moon blowing with the strong wind have changed color, and the sky has turned into earthy yellow. The wind is calm within three feet, and the waves are only a few dozen meters away. After three feet away, it seems that there are two worlds at the end of the earth. The yellow sand and tornadoes that cover the sky and the sun are all bound three feet away. There seems to be a strange force three feet away, restricting the wind's blow.

The yellow sand is everywhere in the sky, and the yellow color is everywhere in my eyes, without any vitality.

A golden thread flowed in Yang Sanyang's eyes. In his eyes of the law, a green light lurked in the center of the yellow sand.

The green light is the light of the law, the residence of the wind god. From time to time, the innate divine wind is rolled up in the green light, driving a strange phenomenon of thousands of miles.

"No wonder the God of Wind lives in such a remote place. The place where this God falls is all covered with yellow sand, destroying all life. Of course, the Great Wilderness will not allow him!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart.

"This is the Wind Hill? What a huge yellow sand, the strong wind inside is like a knife cut. If you break in rashly, it will inevitably turn into a gray end. Master, what are you doing here? There is nothing but yellow sand here. You are a waste of time when you come here!" The dragon-bearded tiger widened his eyes, and the wind and sand were shaking, causing his legs to become weak: "This is full of innate divine wind. If you are not careful, you will be swept in. If you are caught in, you will die."

"Just you talk too much, this little man must be aimless when he comes here. I think there is a good treasure here, so he attracted the attention of this little man." The blue bird mocked the dragon beard and tiger under his feet with disdain.

"This is the place where the gods are seated. Two... If I want to obtain the origin of the Wind God, how can I teach me?" A line of font appeared in front of Yang Sanyang.

"You want the origin of Feng Shen? What a joke!" The blue bird was furious when he heard this: "Do you know what the origin means to the gods? If you dare to run to the Feng Shen and ask for the origin, you are afraid that the Wind God will slap you to death first after meeting him, and you will not listen to your nonsense at all!"

"Master, aren't you kidding? Do you want the origin of the Wind God?" The dragon beard and tiger legs became weak and they lay directly on the ground: "Master, this kind of joke is absolutely impossible. The young man has not lived enough yet."

Yang Sanyang frowned when he heard this, and his eyes looked at the vast wind in the distance, and his brows slowly frowned: "Is there really no way?"

"If others want to give you spiritual objects that require you to rely on Dharma images, will you give them?" the blue bird said crisply.

"Of course I won't give it to you. This thing is my foundation. If anyone dares to rely on me for the spiritual object of Dharma, it is to destroy my Taoist foundation. If this person is malicious, I will definitely slap him to death!" Yang Sanyang said without hesitation.

After writing the font, Yang Sanyang stopped moving and showed a sudden look. The treasure that lies in the Dharma image is the supreme foundation for himself, and the origin of the law is also the foundation for the gods. There must be no damage to the foundation.

"That's hard to deal with. I definitely don't have that big face. Feng Shen would rather help me if I practiced myself!" Yang Sanyang frowned and thought to himself: "Don't say it's me, even if the God Emperor is, there is no reason to ask Feng Shen to hand over the origin."

As the words in front of him flowed, Yang Sanyang said to the blue bird and the dragon-bearded tiger: "Is there no way to do it?"

"That's not." Bluebird shook his head: "There must be a solution."

"What method?" Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up, and his eyes were staring at the blue bird on his shoulders.

"Why should I tell you!" The blue bird rolled her eyes proudly, looking like she ignored her.

Yang Sanyang was speechless when he heard this. After a while, he said, "As long as you are willing to tell me the way, how about I will no longer be rude to you in the future?"

"Hmm?" The blue bird tilted his eyes and looked at Yang Sanyang up and down for a while: "Can you count what you say?"

"Of course, the dragon-bearded tiger can testify. I will never bully you in the future!" Yang Sanyang pointed to the dragon-bearded tiger under his crotch.

The dragon beard and tiger remained silent, and at this time he chose to be a turtle with its head so as not to involve himself.

Whether it is the Blue Bird or Yang Sanyang, he cannot afford to offend him.

"Okay, I'll tell you the solution." The blue bird said proudly: "As long as you find a way to kill the Wind God, you can naturally get the origin of the Wind God."

"What?" Yang Sanyang was confused, staring at the blue bird with his eyes tightly, and suspected that he had heard it wrong: "You say it again?"

When the blue bird heard this, he looked at Yang Sanyang's eyes, and couldn't help but say weakly: "What else? Besides killing the Wind God, what else can I get the origin of the Wind God?"

"Do you think I'm a person with the ability to kill a god?" Yang Sanyang was gasping in his chest, almost pissed to death by the blue bird.

"I just made suggestions. As for whether I can do it, what do you care about me?" Qingniao's words were justified. Yang Sanyang could not refute for a moment and didn't know how to speak.

It seems that the words of the blue bird make a lot of sense!

"Buzz~"

Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm, and a golden rune flashed, shaking at the blue bird.

"What are you going to do??? You said that as long as I propose a solution, you will not be rude to me!" The blue bird couldn't help but shout, feeling drowsy, and a feeling of sleepiness came towards him.

"When did I say it? Is there a witness?" Yang Sanyang kicked the Dragon Beard Tiger under his crotch: "Have you heard it?"

"No!...No!" Long Yinghu faced Yang San's shaky rune and directly admitted his timidity and said something against his will.

"Dragon-bearded tiger, aunt, I won't let you go!" The blue bird shouted angrily, then rolled her eyes directly, fell from Yang Sanyang's shoulder, and was put into her sleeve and fainted.

"I did a good job, but I'm just aware of the current affairs!" Yang Sanyang looked at Longyehu with praise, and raised the runes in his hand.

"Master, I'm talking to you, I'm not doing anything!" The dragon beard and tiger was shocked, and the next moment, a dizziness came, which turned into the size of a thumb, and was held in Yang Sanyang's hand and stuffed into his sleeve.

After sealing two burdens, Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back, looked at the vast Fengzhiqiu with his eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes: "Dingfeng Bead is of great importance. If there is Dingfeng Bead, the disciples in the door will inevitably ask me for help in the future and owe a lot of favors. Moreover, this Dingfeng Bead is the best way to avoid disasters in the future."

The acquired cultivators in the vast world, who cannot attain the fruit of the celestial immortal, will inevitably have a disaster every five hundred years. The celestial immortal is the fruit of the heavenly way, and must have good achievements in the world to obtain them. Where can there be so many good achievements in the Great Wilderness World for people to obtain?

Therefore, 99% of the cultivators are resisting the catastrophe. Their past cultivation has improved greatly, their magic power has skyrocketed, and they cannot resist it and turn into dust. Countless years of hard practice have turned into powder.

If you can get the Feng Ding Bead, you will not dare to say other disasters. Every wind disaster in the future can be regarded as nothing and can be easily overcome.

If you have the opportunity to refine the fire-repelling beads and the thunder-repelling beads in the future, even the Golden Immortal will be jealous, and the Daluo Immortal will also take action.

If there were a set of treasures that survived the three disasters, how powerful would the tribe be?

"I have the background of the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, but the gods are not easy to rob, so I can only owe me favors. At that time..." Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed, and the infinitely beautiful future was all in front of him.

"So, the Dingfeng Bead must be refined no matter what!" Yang Sanyang took a step slowly, crossing a distance of three meters, and moving closer to the yellow sand.

After passing the invisible barrier, the next moment, the yellow sand was vast, and countless gravels were like storms, wrapped in bullet-like force, and with a harsh roar, rolling towards Yang Sanyang.

If the yellow sand in the sky was wrapped around, the end of the body would not be destroyed, Yang Sanyang thought in his mind, and the divine light of the Taoist robe flowed around his body, firmly protecting it. The Taiqing Liangyi dust array was running. At this time, Yang Sanyang seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit. Without the yellow sand in the sky, he was swallowed by the Taoist robe and became the nutrient for the Taoist robe.

"Innate divine wind, all kinds of innate divine winds, no wonder there are no creatures that can survive in the Dharma Realm of the Wind God." Yang Sanyang felt the various divine winds in the air, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

The black, color, white, red, green, purple, yellow, blue... and even the cold wind wrapped in wind and frost, wherever the yellow sand turns into powder and dust. There are also hot winds with fire, and wherever the dust turns into rocks and condenses again.

The black parts vaguely revealed the power of seduction, and the sobs and howlings emitted seemed to blow away the human soul.

The messy innate divine winds were mixed and intertwined. Even though Yang Sanyang was very skilled and bold, he could not help but be shocked and sweaty at this time, and the Taoist robe firmly protected him.

"It's also a blessing for my unlimited magic power. Otherwise, I'm afraid I've been exhausted by this innate god of heaven and I've been refining it here!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a serious look: "There is a way to condense the origin of wind in memory, but my cultivation is low, so I'm afraid I can't do it."

Yang Sanyang found a place to sit down directly, then he wriggled and crawled into the yellow sand, used his Taoist robe to support it, and opened up a space of about a rice-sized place, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes: "It's all we have to give it a try. If it really doesn't work, think of another way."
Chapter completed!