Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 694 The Origin of Wind
On the surface of the sea, the tide is rising and falling, and it keeps beating against the reefs and beaches not far away, rumbling and continuous.

However, on this turbulent sea, there is no wave that can get close to Mr. Fengshen.

Fengshen Langjun's current state is very mysterious, holding the breeze in his right hand, his eyes are slightly closed, he seems to be sleeping but not sleeping, half awake and not awake, as if he is contemplating something.

Yang Xuan knew in his heart that Mr. Fengshen Lang was comprehending the law of wind.

The law represents the ultimate.

Unless a martial artist is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding, it will be difficult to master any martial arts law in his life.

Yang Xuan collected his attention, watched and pondered carefully.

For him, the law of wind is still too far away, what he has to do now is to understand the origin of wind from the breeze in the palm of Fengshen Langjun.

This is like arithmetic. You have to understand the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division before you can slowly learn and master more advanced arithmetic. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division is also equivalent to the origin of wind, which is the most basic and core thing.

Only by understanding and mastering the origin of wind can one successfully comprehend the law of wind in future practice and enlightenment.

boom!
At this moment, with Fengshen Langjun as the center, a large area of ​​the sea exploded, setting off monstrous water waves, as if a terrifying sea monster woke up from the bottom of the sea, and the loud noise was shocking.

"what happened!?"

Yang Xuan was taken aback, and his thoughts were interrupted.

With his mind as his eyes, he watched Fengshen Langjun nervously.

All of this was obviously caused by Mr. Fengshen, and he must have realized something.

"Could it be that you have comprehended the law of wind!"

Yang Xuan's heart was filled with shock, and he saw Fengshen Langjun suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a loud shout.

With one word, the voice was loud and shook the entire sea area.

In an instant, the monsters and beasts in this vast sea area were all dormant, and countless warriors were deaf and dizzy from the sound of the shout.

Of course, there are also some masters among them. A few Daotian Realm masters maintained their high cultivation and rushed to find out the truth, but before they got close to Lord Fengshen, they all disintegrated into the void like being struck by lightning.

Puff puff! ! !
Clouds of blood mist exploded, how could the scene be described as bloody.

Yang Xuan was stunned, those were some of the Daotian Realm masters, they died inexplicably before they came here to understand the situation, and they didn't even scream.

It was this scene that shocked the people who came to check afterward. Regardless of their cultivation level, they all turned around and left, not daring to stay for a moment.

"rise!"

Fengshen Langjun ignored those people, he supported the sky with one hand, and the breeze on his palm changed into a super storm that soared into the sky in an instant.

For a moment, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, the sun and the moon were dark, and the whole world suddenly became dark, leaving only a terrible storm that rushed straight to the top of the sky, making a sound like the sky falling and the earth cracking.

This situation, as if the end is coming, is extremely terrifying.

"Wind, softness can overcome rigidity, softness can moisten all things, rigidity can destroy everything."

While Yang Xuan was shocked, he had a further understanding of the wind.

This means that he opened the door, otherwise it is still unknown whether he will have this insight.

"Ten years of enlightenment, today's final achievement."

Fengshen Langjun muttered to himself, and waved away the storm.

"Ten years of enlightenment?"

Yang Xuan's heart was ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down.

He sort of understood that Lord Fengshen had been wandering about the mysteries of the wind in the Dacheng realm for ten years, and finally saw through the mysteries in one fell swoop today and comprehended the law of wind.

Ten years, for an existence like Fengshen Langjun, it took only a snap of his fingers, but it took only ten years to master the law of wind, which shows how talented Fengshen Langjun is.

It can be said that as long as Fengshen Langjun does not fall, he will definitely enter the immortal gate in the near future and become a true martial arts immortal.

It's a pity that the heavens are jealous of talents. Rao Fengshen, who had comprehended the law of wind and was so powerful, died in the hands of Liu Shu after all.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan had mixed feelings in his heart.

He even wondered if one day he would die alone in an inaccessible place like Fengshen Langjun.

Swish!
Just as Yang Xuan's thoughts were turning, Lord Fengshen stepped forward with one step, and the wind between the heaven and the earth surrendered to his feet, paving a radiant avenue of wind.

Fengshen Langjun walked along this avenue, and one step covered 10,000+ miles. In just a dozen breaths, he traveled all over the world of Hongmeng where he was born, and finally came to a tombstone, without saying a word for a long time.

Yang Xuan could vaguely see that there were two words on the tombstone, but he couldn't read them clearly, but he had a feeling that the people under the tomb were either relatives of Fengshen Langjun or his confidante.

Tick!
A tear fell down his cheek, and Yang Xuan clearly saw that Fengshen Langjun was crying, the great emperor of a generation, No. 1 in the Holy Realm Great World, was actually crying, which shows how important the person under the tomb is to him.

After a long time, Fengshen Lang left with tears, and walked on the avenue of wind all the way to the boundless starry sky...

Yang Xuan just watched like this, and before he knew it, his breathing became steady, and he entered into an epiphany like an old monk entering meditation, without even knowing that the picture in his mind had long since disappeared.

"Such a strong comprehension, no wonder at such an age, he has already comprehended the profound meaning of the sword and the profound meaning of fire."

Here, Fengshen Langjun sat on the ground, nodded secretly, and looked at Yang Xuan full of admiration.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Xuan's understanding of wind was gradually deepening.

What is wind?
The wind is the wind of the years. From the beginning of the chaos to the present, it has witnessed the vicissitudes of life and the changes of the years.

Whether it is humans, monsters, mountains, lakes, dense jungles, etc., they have passed through the years under the blowing of the wind, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the stars are extinguished, it will always exist.

To master the wind, one must first understand the origin of the wind.

"What is the source of the wind?"

Yang Xuan frowned and pondered, constantly pondering in his mind.

After such a long time, he still didn't have the slightest idea. In the end, he simply released a wave of spiritual power, scattered it into bits and pieces, and integrated it into the heaven and earth.

Wind, shadowless and invisible, was born between heaven and earth, as long as the air flows, it can form wind.

And if you want to understand the origin of wind, you have to integrate yourself into it.

Gradually, a little enlightenment grew in Yang Xuan's mind. He thought: "Everything in the world is divided into yin and yang, and the air is no exception. When the two merge, it can produce a breeze, and when the two repel each other, it turns into a strong wind. Yes, that's the truth."

Yang Xuan's heart was filled with excitement, and his robes were flying all over his body. Waves of breeze intertwined around his body, slowly lifting him up.

"So fast!"

Fengshen Langjun was surprised, and then laughed again, whispering: "This son is extremely talented, as long as he doesn't fall, he will be able to surpass me one day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his hand on the ground, and with a smile on his face, he lowered his head little by little.

The remnants of the mind in the Wind Lingzhu penetrated into his body, allowing him to wake up. He also met a young man with no less talent than him, and even understood the origin of wind from him. He has no regrets.

……

After about half a stick of incense, Yang Xuan slowly opened his eyes, raised his left and right hands together, and a breeze and a storm suddenly appeared on the palms of both hands.

"Sure enough!"

A satisfied smile flashed across the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, he had already mastered the origin of wind.

In other words, he comprehended the mysteries of the wind.

From now on, as long as he is willing, with a thought, he can form a wind.

"Try the power!"

Yang Xuan's right hand clenched his fingers into a fist, and struck with all his strength, attacking the sky.

boom!
A gust of wind was condensed on the front of his fist, and as he punched out, the gust of wind turned into a spiral storm several meters in size, and the impacting void roared loudly.

"Good good!!!"

Yang Xuan was ecstatic, with the Profound Truth of the Wind, his strength increased greatly again.

In this way, supplemented with the secrets of the sword, the secrets of fire, the true essence of the sun, and the most powerful sword formation to kill the gods, it is enough to leapfrog and kill ordinary supreme beings.

"Great Emperor, you?"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan discovered something, and his face changed suddenly.

"Don't shout, he's dead."

Purgatory boy said.

"died!"

Yang Xuan's heart trembled, although he knew that Lord Feng Shenlang's fate was not long, but when he heard the words of the purgatory boy, his heart still felt cramped and extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't be sad, a wisp of will can't last long, not to mention that he has consumed a lot of mental power, allowing you to understand the profound meaning of the wind."

Purgatory boy comforted, and said: "Go and have a look, he left a message for you before he died."

Yang Xuan endured the grief in his heart, lifted his heavy steps, and slowly came to the remains of Fengshen Langjun.

Here, several large characters are clearly visible on the ground.

Wish has come true, no regrets!
"My wish is fulfilled, I have no regrets."

Yang Xuan's whole body trembled, what a mind, how free and unrestrained.

"People are dead, and it's useless to be sad. Let's go, the three supreme beings are here."

The purgatory boy said, as Fengshen Lang's mind and thoughts disappeared, the law of wind on Fengshen Lang also disappeared.

And without the law of wind, the land of storms gradually returned to calm, and it was no longer the scene of raging winds like before.

"Well done, I'm trying to kill someone right now."

Yang Xuan withdrew his gaze, his brows were full of murderous intent.

For him, the Lord Fengshen preached to him is his master and benefactor, and he does not allow the remains of Lord Fengshen to be desecrated by outsiders.

boom!boom!boom!
Soon, three figures descended from the sky, they were Chu Bufan, Zhou Ziyi, and Wei Zhongsheng.

As soon as the three supreme beings came, their eyes locked on Yang Xuan who was seven or eight feet away.

However, Yang Xuan acted as if he hadn't seen the three of them. He lifted up his robe, knelt down on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Fengshen Langjun, which was regarded as an apprenticeship ceremony.

"That's... an emperor's corpse!"

The three of Chu Bufan turned their gazes, their pupils couldn't help shrinking, and their respective eyes were fixed on the remains of Fengshen Langjun. At a glance, they could see that it was an emperor's corpse, and it was still a complete emperor's corpse, with no flesh and blood. of decay.

An emperor's corpse has been preserved intact from the world-shattering war in the ancient times, which shows how powerful this person was before his life.

(End of this chapter)