Douluo: Strange Fire Martial Spirit, starting with a 10-year soul ring

Chapter 311 The Prototype of the Realm of Wind
"It's a sandstorm." Han Yu smiled faintly and looked at Feng Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, you can try to practice in the sandstorm. Maybe you will have different gains."

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing said anxiously: "Teacher, sandstorms are the most dangerous climate in the desert. Let's find a place to hide quickly. Otherwise, if we are in it, we will all be submerged in the sand."

For ordinary people, sandstorms are undoubtedly fatal.

But for high-level soul masters, it is just stronger wind and sand.Even if it is blown away, your life will not be lost.

Han Yu patted her shoulder and said calmly: "Zhuqing, with the strength of you and Dazhi, a sandstorm of this magnitude will not do anything to you."

"Xiaotian, you have a stick of incense to practice. After that, this sandstorm will dissipate."

The sandstorm will affect their journey, and what Han Yu said means that he has the ability to break up the sandstorm.

What a terrifying strength it is to shake nature by oneself!

"Teacher, I will go directly to face the sandstorm!" After saying that, Feng Xiaotian sprouted wings from his back and rushed towards the sandstorm.

Han Yu waved his hand casually, and the Fire Cloud Stick fell in front of him, like a needle that fixed the sea.

Zhu Zhuqing and the two people behind them couldn't even feel the wind and sand.

"Okay, you guys have a good rest in this soul barrier. Once the wind and sand dissipate, we'll be on our way immediately."

"Teacher, can my God of Death domain resist sandstorms?" Zhu Zhuqing suddenly asked.

Han Yu turned around and glanced at her, "The domain will isolate the surrounding environment, and you can indeed avoid sandstorms. But how long can your domain last?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who has the strength of the Soul King, obviously cannot open the field for a long time.

Level seventy is the watershed for soul masters, and it is also the watershed for the field.

A soul master who breaks through to the Soul Saint will have a qualitative change in the quality of his soul power. Because of this, the realm can be maintained for a long time.

On the other side, Feng Xiaotian slowly put on his goggles.Rushing into the sandstorm, the wind and sand around him were like sharp daggers, constantly beating his body.

"Galewind Demon Wolf, 56 consecutive slashes!"

Feng Xiaotian did not rely on the surrounding wind, but moved automatically without wind.

As the continuous slashing began, a pale white gust of wind formed around him, and quickly formed a confrontation with the sandstorm.

"This guy actually chose to hone his own soul skills." Han Yu from a distance couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.

When he first rushed into the sandstorm, Feng Xiaotian would definitely feel uncomfortable.The use of soul skills in the process of fighting the sandstorm will also help his practice; it will also help him quickly integrate into the sandstorm.

"Teacher, how strong is Feng Xiaotian? How do I feel that he is not even a bit stronger than he was in the Soul Master Competition?" Zhu Dazhi exclaimed.

In just two years, Feng Xiaotian was able to upgrade from a level 55 soul ring to a level 63 soul skill. This was definitely a huge improvement.

During the soul master competition, Zhu Zhuqing might be able to fight him to a tie, but now, Zhu Zhuqing might not be his opponent with his God of Killing Domain.

Han Yu replied: "You should work hard. Xiaotian has already polished the rudiments of the domain just through his understanding of the wind attribute. His current strength is already invincible to the Soul Emperor."

Zhu Zhuqing looked into the distance with a surprised look.Only those who own a domain know how precious it is.

She stayed in the Killing City for a year and a half for the God of Killing Domain, and she finally obtained the domain by walking on white bones.

Feng Xiaotian was able to reach this point just by relying on his own cultivation.One can imagine how talented the other party is.

Han Yu naturally knew what happened to Feng Xiaotian. Hurricane Canyon was the inheritance place of the gods.Feng Xiaotian can make such rapid progress, it is very likely that the gods behind him chose him.

Normally, the realm follows the martial spirit.The Gale Demon Wolf Spirit is originally a wind-attribute martial spirit and has a natural affinity for the wind attribute.Feng Xiaotian's mutated martial soul, to a certain extent, increased his affinity for the wind attribute.

... Feng Xiaotian didn't know that everyone was talking about him.

In 56, he quickly struck out and created a gap in the heart of the sandstorm.

"Come again, 57 consecutive cuts!"

From now on, with each additional slash, his body will bear more pressure.

It wasn't until No. 60 that he stopped.

At this moment, he has completely adapted to the environment in the sandstorm.The figure slowly landed on the ground, and entered the state of cultivation in this sandstorm.

On the other side, when the sandstorm arrived in front of Han Yu and the others.

The powerful storm was successfully "split" in half by a fire cloud stick.

Time passed quietly after burning the incense. Han Yu smiled and said, "Lie down on the ground and don't let the wind blow you away."

After saying that, he lightly hooked his fingers, and the Fire Cloud Stick fell into his hand.Immediately afterwards, his figure flew into the air.

Without the obstruction of the Fire Cloud Stick, the powerful storm instantly affected Zhu Zhuqing and the two of them.

Because they lay on the ground in advance, they were not blown away.

A blood-red soul ring suddenly lit up at Han Yu's feet, "The eighth soul skill, Fire Cloud Destruction!"

The Fire Cloud Stick was thrown into the air by him, and its size became extremely huge.

As Han Yu's hand fell gently, the Fire Cloud Stick slammed into the ground.

The powerful soul impact created a deep pit of tens of meters on the ground.Moreover, the shock wave emitted and the core of the sandstorm cancel each other out.

Not long after, the desert turned into clear skies again.

Feeling the storm disappear, Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Han Yu in mid-air, his eyes full of awe: "Teacher's strength has improved a lot than before. If one day, can I become as strong as Teacher!"

Han Yu didn't care about the deep pit not far away.

Sand is fluid, and soon, under the combined action of wind and sand, this deep pit will return to its original appearance.

"Let's go." Han Yu urged.

Everyone tidied up their clothes and continued on their way.

Han Yu would feel more comfortable in the high temperature climate of the desert.

If there was not enough water, Zhu Dazhi and Zhu Zhuqing would not be able to support themselves long ago.

I had to stop and go in order to take care of them along the way, which took a lot of time.

In the early morning of this day, before everyone had gone far, they saw a group of people walking tiredly in the desert.

"We are very close to Falkes City. They shouldn't be dehydrated!" Feng Xiaotian asked puzzledly, looking at the outline of the city in the distance.

Not far away, you can completely see the outline of the city

"That's because there are no shelters in the desert and the terrain is quite flat, so we can see the cities in the distance clearly." Han Yu explained: "If we start now, I won't drink water. I'm afraid we'll all leave before we get dehydrated. Not in the city.”

This is a typical Wangshan race to death, and in the state of lack of water, the mirage will completely kill them.

(End of this chapter)