"Fu Biao, don't make a move, rescue this son!" Yin Ji threw a wink at Fu Biao and said with a smile.

"I believe in my brother, since you can get in, you have the ability to come out, otherwise you don't deserve to be called a brother and brother with me!" Fu Biao said with a smile, but the coldness of his words is the true meaning of maintaining the relationship between monks, in this world where strength is respected, only if you are strong, you will be looked down upon, and someone will help you, otherwise, everyone will not mind stepping on you, just like Li Pei just now, in the spiritual storm, no one will help at all. Everyone watched from the sidelines.

In fact, none of the people present had the ability to rescue Fengyun Wuji from the spiritual power storm, not even Fu Biao, because he was only a monk at the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, and he was still one step away from turning into a god, not to mention, the spiritual power storm was famous, and he didn't dare to come forward to give it a try, so he would speak like this.

At this time, Fengyun Wuji was carefully watching the trajectory of the spiritual power storm, hoping to understand something from this close observation, because he found that this spiritual power storm was simply an upgraded version of his golden light flurry, as long as he studied its essence thoroughly, then it was not impossible for him to launch such an attack during the Jindan period.

As time passed, wherever the spiritual storm approached, all the monks teleported and dodged, so that they would not make a move for someone they didn't know, and they didn't even mind seeing the bloody storm appear again.

"I don't think this kid can get out!" Finally, some of the monks couldn't help but whisper to the monk beside them.

"Hmph! Mouthy!" Yin Ji snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied. Then with a wave of his hand, a wave of spiritual power suddenly enveloped the monk, and he was directly thrown into the spiritual power storm.

Suddenly, all the people looked at Yin Ji with fearful eyes, after all, Yin Ji is now a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and for a monk in the early Yuan Infant stage, it is like a strong man wrestling with a newly weaned child, which is not a level at all.

The spiritual storm was dyed with blood again, and Fengyun Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up, and he finally discovered the mystery of the spiritual storm, after all, with the addition of blood, he could see the trajectory of the spiritual power more accurately and clearly.

"Haha! It's worth the trip!" Fengyun Wuji suddenly laughed after comprehending the spiritual power storm.

As a result, he also knew how to enter and exit the spiritual power storm, only to see that his hands began to suddenly emit spiritual power one after another, and under the strange magic decision, the spiritual power began to rotate around himself, and the direction of rotation was the opposite direction of the spiritual power storm sent out by Li Pei.

With the continuous addition of his spiritual power, a small spiritual power storm gradually took shape, that is, his Jin Danqi was extremely large, dozens of times that of ordinary monks, comparable to the total amount of spiritual power possessed by a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, in order to withstand his such consumption, and there were also a lot of pills to replenish spiritual power to swallow.

Finally, the spiritual power storm took shape, and it flew out of the spiritual power storm sent out by Li Pei wrapped in wind and clouds, and it also consumed the spiritual power storm with no power at all, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"What? he, a small Jindan stage monk, was able to resist the spiritual power storm that could only be used in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period!" the eyes of the many monks widened, and their hearts were full of shock. The appearance of Fengyun Wuji completely subverted their perception of Jindan period monks.

"What a high talent, such a profound spiritual power!" Among the people present, only Fu Biao and Yin Ji were able to discover the real reason why Fengyun Wuji was able to send out a spiritual power storm, after all, they were also people who could send out this kind of trick, and they were the most familiar with the spiritual power storm.

"Good brother! In the future, what's the use of my brother, just speak!" Fu Biao beckoned to Fengyun Wuji, almost saying, he knew that a talented person like Fengyun Wuji, given time, would definitely be a character calling for wind and rain in the Vermilion Bird Continent, if he didn't take the opportunity to win over at this time, when the other party soared in the future, it was estimated that he would have no chance.

"Little brother, sister lost this time, this bet is for you!" Yin Ji also hurriedly said, and threw a storage bag to Feng Yun Wuji, and then said to Fu Biao: "Brother Fu, what about your bet?"

"Okay, you Yin Ji, you have taken care of my brother so quickly, and you actually helped him ask me for a bet, this kind of favor, how can I let you get cheap!" Fu Biao thought secretly in his heart. But he said: "Wuji, this is a magic weapon that I got by chance, you can use it! It's useless, it is to be able to block others from snooping on your cultivation, and it should be a plaything, this bottle of Nine Turns Jade Dew Pill, take it well, it is estimated that in less than three months, you will be able to rely on the power of this bottle of pill to cultivate to break through the late stage of Jindan!"

"Thank you, big brother!" Fengyun Wuji doesn't care about spirit stones, and he doesn't care about magic weapons, but he cares about pills very much, especially pills that can improve his cultivation, after all, he himself is an alchemist, since he came to the Vermilion Bird Continent, he has not refined any pills, many pills are in the hands of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley, and the sale of the pills is also monopolized by them, so he has never had the opportunity to study the pills of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley. Not to mention an elixir of this level. Although, now he has countless pills in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, but he doesn't know the effect of the pills refined by the other party, the arrival of this bottle of pills is just in time, it can be said that he was about to doze off, and someone came to bring a pillow.

casually stuffed the things sent by Fu Biao into the golden soil space, and then looked at everyone: "Now, the spaceship is destroyed, how should we move forward!"

"I think it's better to use the old man's spaceship!" Fu Biao is worthy of being a monk at the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, and his worth is rich, he casually took out a fist-sized flying boat, and under the infusion of spiritual power, Hula suddenly became hundreds of zhang in size, and the appearance was luxuriously decorated, and he knew that it was worth a lot at a glance.

"Hmph! You old Fu ghost, the abacus crackles, there is such a good flying boat, and you still come to rub my flying boat, it is really shameless! No wonder they all call you an iron rooster who does not pull out a hair. When Yin Ji saw Fu Biao's flying boat, she suddenly felt jealousy and hatred in her heart, like a summer weed swishing straight up, with a cold face, and said in a weird way.

So, everyone got on the flying boat, Fu Biao controlled the flying boat and flew towards the rat island, along the way, everyone was silent and stepped up their cultivation, after all, once they landed on the rat island, they had to start endless battles, and if they could improve their cultivation by one point, they would have one more chance to save their lives.

Fengyun Wuji also comprehended the spiritual power storm he had just learned, and kept simulating the miniature spiritual power storm in his hands, and tried to add the Golden Light Flurry and Ten Thousand Sword Tricks to it, so that there were not only countless spiritual power blades in it, but also countless sword qi, and the power would inevitably be more than doubled compared to the pure spiritual power storm.

In the golden earth space, Fu Biao, who Fengyun Wuji had just thrown in, gave his magic weapon a bright light, as if something was summoning it, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Next to the corpse of the sea shark beast that he had killed that year, an armband appeared on the spot, emitting a dazzling light, and then becoming dim.

"What kind of treasure is this?" The little black bird and the little white turtle both discovered the abnormality here, but the little black bird was fast, so they arrived here first, looked at the armband on the ground, and said with some confusion.

"Young Master's things, I keep them!" After the little white turtle appeared, he snatched the armband from the little black bird's hand, interrupting her tossing and turning research.

"Hmph! It's not yours, what are you nervous about, isn't it just a broken ring? Miss Ben is not rare! Don't give it for nothing!" The little black bird Hongying pursed her lips, her little neck stalked, and said a little angrily.

"Huh, why can't I see through your cultivation?" When the little black bird Hongying turned his head to look at the little white turtle Bai Yutang, he suddenly noticed something strange and said suspiciously.

"Haha! I know, this is a treasure with hidden cultivation, this is a good thing, the young master must like it, maybe he will reward me with something good this time?" Bai Yutang slapped his forehead and said happily, and then ran away with a smoke, for fear that the little blackbird Hongying would rob him of credit.

"Hmph, I'm not rare! I don't have the dignity of a divine beast at all, Miss Ben still needs to cultivate, and strive to recover her true body as soon as possible. The little black bird Hongying looked at the little white turtle Bai Yutang in the distance, said disdainfully, and then turned around and flew into the volcano to cultivate.

In the entire golden soil space, only the two of them have the right to act independently, and the others are restricted to a certain area and cannot move around at will.

Feng Wuji, who was cultivating, didn't know about these things, and he was immersed in the attack methods of his new comprehension, studying them unwillingly.

From time to time, flying boats can be found outside the flying boats passing by them, and they are also here to participate in the extermination of rats, after all, in the entire Sky City, most of the monks are still living a tight life, and they need to hunt demon beasts in exchange for daily cultivation resources, and the rat demon, because of the fast reproduction rate, fast growth rate, and low strength, has become the preferred target of all monks. And it's not the first time for many monks to come here, so it's easy to know how to do it.

"Everyone, we are about to arrive at the Twelve Islands of the Sea of Clouds! Please prepare for battle!" Fu Biao stood up and said to the people who were cultivating.

Suddenly, dozens of people recovered from their cultivation state, Fengyun Wuji was no exception, he came to the twelve islands of the sea of clouds for the first time, and the information about the twelve islands of the sea of clouds came from Hu Meiniang's dictation, when he saw the twelve islands of the sea of clouds with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.

As far as the eye can see, there are twelve huge islands in the shape of island chains, sitting on the void, and each island is at least hundreds of thousands of kilometers in diameter, and it is full of towering mountains and covered by endless green forests, and there is no human breath at all.

Dozens of identical boats had already flown into the nearest island, and countless black dots flew from the boats into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"I repeat again, there are dangers everywhere in the twelve islands of the sea of clouds, these dangers come from the demon clan that has always hated humans, as well as from human monks with the same purpose as us, and even from our own companions, so in the twelve islands of the sea of clouds, we can only believe in ourselves, this is the only way to save our lives, take what we should take, not our own! Everyone, we are ready to land on the island!" Fu Biao looked at the twelve islands of the sea of clouds that were getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but say to everyone again, every year he led people to the twelve islands of the sea of clouds, he had to say it again, because experience told him that only one-tenth of them could go back safely every time, and the rest left their lives on the twelve islands of the sea of clouds for various reasons.