War Songs of Boundless World

"Oh! Chen shuozhen, the leader of Fengqi palace

Yu Yanglin's mind is moving. He can be described as a thunderbolt to this strange woman. The higher his accomplishments are, the more rumors he hears about her. This person's accomplishments are advanced, and his way of array is unique in the world. He has even made great achievements in alchemy and weapon refining.

It can be said that he is a versatile genius.

When he was young, he was also extremely intelligent, rebellious and frivolous. After playing in the position of emperor of man for three days, he seemed to feel boring. He created a world famous violet and ranked second among the top ten mercenaries in the world.

Later, it seems that the headquarters of violet is located in Fengqi palace. Although it is still regarded as a mercenary by the world, Fengqi palace now has a faint sign of becoming a first-class sect.

If it was not for the shallow foundation, the mystery alone would have covered the four major doors.

What's more, Fengqi palace is filled with innumerable strange women in the world. Almost all of them were women who had been on the heaven and earth list when they were young. Weng Xueling is now a disciple of Fengqi palace.

It's just that the master of Fengqi palace has been silent for the last two thousand years, and has become a legend in a low-key way, which makes Fengqi palace fade out of the topic all the time.

But whether it is Fengqi palace or violet, the popularity is always high, and it still has an unshakable position.

Even Yu Yanglin and Chang Yi, the geniuses of later generations, have a deep curiosity about such a strange woman.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept the mountain, trees swaying, "Hula" sound, flying out towards the valley.

"It's the monsoon of time!"

The father of Meishan turned his head in an instant, his eyes like electricity.

Yuyanglin, who is wandering, also looks awe inspiring.

"Cluck, little master, you are ready. It's very dangerous for you to integrate into the monsoon. I can't help you with this separation."

Wuyang eyes excited, wave swept people, toward the years of the North monsoon shot.

"Big brother, second brother, brother Chen, prepare to simulate the monsoon of time and protect the soul and daodan with their own Daoyi. I will also protect you with Daoyi as much as possible."

Yuyanglin's body turned into a strong wind, and even began to simulate the nature of the monsoon years.

Xue Hanli, Chen Qianjun and Chang Yi nodded after hearing the speech. Under the sweeping of Wuyang, their bodies suddenly turned into three winds and began to simulate the monsoon of years.

The ancestor of Meishan has been like yuyanglin for a long time, and has been successfully simulated.

Of course, on the surface, it looks very similar to the monsoon of time, but on the inside, it is still innumerable particles of Dharma, manipulated by the spirit.

"Little master, the monsoon of these years is also a very mysterious existence. It is a road of truth that integrates popularity, years, longevity, life and so on. You can integrate into it and come out with it. Although it is dangerous, you can also understand the mystery of the monsoon of these years."

The voice of Wuyang dance is ethereal, and the body swings and turns into a strong wind in an instant. It is more similar to the monsoon years than yuyanglin and Meishan ancestors.

Although it's only a part of the cultivation of the illusory and virtual realm, the realm of Wuyang is the peak of the heaven opening realm, and the noumenon is the existence of a world soldier, which can't be compared with yuyanglin or Meishan ancestors of the true and virtual realm.

"Go in!"

Six strong winds cut into the real monsoon of years.

When the wind blows in Yuyang Linton, it feels like thousands of needles. The power of the Dharma body is stinging, and even a very strong wind of corrosion is devouring the vitality of the particles of the Dharma body.

Xuehanli, Changyi and Chen Qianjun can't help roaring. Even Meishan's ancestors in the real and virtual world are humming coldly.

Even the Wuyang dance, sweeping over the body of yuyanglin, is shivering with the wind of the years.

All of a sudden, a magical sense of Tao swept out of the time monsoon incarnated in yuyanglin, enveloping the simulated time wind, even the real time monsoon.

Years of monsoon circling in the valley, swept out of the mountain in an instant, shooting towards the space barrier like jade in the night sky.

From the outside, this is a breeze in the night sky, which is just blowing through the mountains.

However, only yuyanglin and other people who are integrated into it can know the horror of the time monsoon. Whether it's the towering trees hundreds of meters long or the strange stones in the valley, the interior has already withered and withered after being blown by the time monsoon.

Years after the monsoon rolled, trees, rocks, a few breath turned into powder.

"I can't hold on any longer. The particles of the Dharma body are about to be infiltrated. Life is rapidly passing. Once the soul is blown, it is estimated that it will die in an instant," Xue Hanli roars. Chen Qianjun and Chang Yi's particles of the Dharma body are really shaking.

Three people's Dao idea tightly hold their own soul, but it is like a veil in the cold winter, no protective effect.

"Hold on, you should go out soon!"

Yuyanglin clenched her teeth, and her own way of reincarnation came out. Although it blocked the wind of the years, the power of swallowing life still gradually penetrated in.

It seems that nothing can stop the years of monsoon blowing.

The monsoon of years has completely ignored the space barrier of Yubi and directly penetrated into it.

But there was no sense of penetration. People felt that they were instantly brought into a world full of fire, with lava in all directions.

It's like you're in the middle of lava.

"No, we are entering another space node." Chen Qianjun roared, his voice filled with eagerness.

"What, enter another space node!"

People were shocked and anxious.

"Little master, it seems that you are not very lucky. You can walk through the monsoon at will these days. If you visit all the seven space nodes, we can only retreat first." The sound of Wuyang reverberates in the years of monsoon.

"No, you have to wait for the next monsoon to quit. There is no absolute possibility to quit."

Yu Yanglin's voice was very sharp: "soul hoop, can you spread your role of protecting the soul to everyone?"

"Yes, master, but the protection effect is reduced ten times!"

All of a sudden, a circle of light, like a rainbow, enveloped the blood cold, Chang Yi, Chen Qianjun, Meishan ancestors!

Years of monsoon blowing penetration, suddenly not so strong, people get a breath of opportunity.

Xuehanli was shocked and felt the power of the rainbow light. Although the Dharma body was still engulfed in the monsoon, their souls were protected by the rainbow light.

"Dao Bing!" The father of Meishan was also surprised.

"It's not a Taoist soldier. It's an eight level spirit soldier guarding the soul." Yuyanglin's voice was cold: "it's wanbaoge who rewarded me as a treasure, but the monsoon in these years is really weird, and the soul hoop can only resist ten breaths!"

"Ten breaths should be enough to spend in this new space node."

Chen Qianjun said: "brother Yu, the next time we break through the space jade, if we are still among the seven space nodes, then we have to exit first."

"Yes, but I hope we don't have too much luck."

Chang Yi and Xue Hanli all know that it's up to luck.