Ugly Cultivation Notes

The entire Wind Clan has not received more than five False God Tokens, 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 should find someone else."

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

Wang Tianyu's guess was right, there were only three Feng Clan monks who entered Creation Mountain this time.

There are forbidden spells in Good Fortune Mountain, where all communication spells and supernatural powers will be invalid.

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

Feng Ling knew very well that with the strength of him and the other two clansmen, it was almost impossible to accumulate a hundred creation fossils within three days.

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

Therefore, he took the initiative to look for monks who were alone, trying to find a few reliable allies.

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

As soon as the opponent heard that he was a member of the Wind Clan, he ran faster than the wind.

Several people even attacked him indiscriminately after discovering his trace, trying to snatch the fortune stone from him.

It took a lot of effort for him to get away.

Feng Ling's face showed bitterness when he thought of the many days he had experienced after entering Creation Mountain.

In the past 2000 years, the territory of the Wind Clan has become smaller and smaller, and the number of people has become smaller and smaller.

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 God Palace!

Finding an alliance is no longer feasible. After all, the ten thousand races who came to Good Fortune Mountain originally came to compete for the resources of the spirit world, so how could they ally with people from other races?

A gleam of determination flashed across Feng Ling's face. It seemed that he could only use the last hole card handed down by the clan!

Instead of watching the Wind Clan go to perish, it is better to give it a go.

Even if he dies in the end, he is worthy of his clansmen.

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

After the seal on the porcelain bottle was broken, a wisp of blue energy floated out of it, and was absorbed by Feng Ling in one gulp.

After inhaling this cyan energy, Feng Ling's originally light cyan complexion became much paler in an instant.

In the depths of his eyes, pain and patience were faintly revealed.

It seems that this breath of splitting souls is not enough...

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

As a large amount of soul-splitting breath entered his body, his soul was cut into tens of thousands in an instant.

"what!"

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

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

As all the Soul-Cracking Breath was absorbed, his body became completely transparent, and even the blood and bones seemed to be completely integrated into the wind, without leaving any traces.

After absorbing the soul splitting breath, Feng Ling disappeared in place.

Where Feng Ling disappeared, a gust of wind emerged out of thin air.

At first, the gust was weak and slow.

But soon, the gust of wind became stronger and faster, and it poured down from a height of nine thousand miles, whistling with the momentum of sweeping everything.

Many monks nearby noticed the sudden wind.

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

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

The direction of this wind is not her, but she can also feel the power contained in the hurricane.

Wang Tianyu rubbed his chin, "Isn't that the wind clansman made a fight?"

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

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

If he wants to do this, why waste time looking for allies?
"Ten hundred thousand years ago, the Feng Clan was also a strong clan in the spirit world, but those were all old calendars. Later, something happened. The monks above the Feng Clan integration period died one after another, and the Feng Clan has been in a slump ever since. .”

Wang Tianjiu thought about it, and felt that it was unlikely that the Wind Clan monk made 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 entire bodies were sucked 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 blown out abruptly.

At first, others just felt that the wind was hard to bear, but that was all.

It wasn't until someone discovered that the unconscious man had lost his breath at some point, did he realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Not good! This strange wind can invade the soul along the hole, and blow away the soul silently. Once it is blown by it for too long, the soul will be blown away by this wind!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was vigilant secretly, and hurriedly avoided them, fearing that they would be blown away.

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

The monk who had just been caught in the wind escaped smoothly.

The longer he stayed in the wind, the more difficult it was to get out. Soon, two more monks who were caught in the wind passed out.

Seeing this, the faces of the other people who have not been able to break free from the strange wind became extremely ugly.

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

The strange wind came suddenly and went strangely.

After killing three or four people and forcing five or six people to leave Good Fortune Mountain, they just disappeared quietly.

The rest of the monks looked at each other in blank dismay, "The elders in the clan have never said that there is such a strange wind at the foot of Good Fortune Mountain?"

"I don't know. Every time the Good Fortune Mountain is opened, the content of the trials inside it is different. Most likely, this wind is also a part of the test."

Next to the Gate of Good Fortune, a Primordial monk was about to step into the gate when he suddenly saw a hurricane in the distance.

He paused and narrowed his eyes, "It's windy...it shouldn't be."

His people were a little puzzled, and followed his gaze, "It's just a gust of wind, is there anything special about it?"

"No, maybe I think too much."

The Primordial Clan monk shook his head and smiled, "The Great Witch and the Great Monster Clan have already entered the Gate of Creation before me, so I have to go.

After I leave, you must collect as many creation stones as possible, and try to let more people pass the trial and enter the Void God Temple. "

"We know."

The Primordial Clan monk smiled slightly, stepped into the gate of good fortune, and threw 100 yuan of good fortune stones into it.