"Core area?"

Luo Ning glanced around, and was sure that all the internal space of this temple had been taken in by him, and there were no magic fluctuations caused by spatial magic around him.

After returning to the form of the silver-haired old man, Rog chanted a few incantations, and the green sword reverted to its previous staff and flew into his hand. He stood up with his staff and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, do you remember the skill I just used?"

Luo Ning immediately understood: "You mean, the move that transforms your body into a blast wind? That's really powerful! Although it looks like magic, when you use this skill, what works in your body is fighting energy, it should be a magic swordsman skill, it's really amazing!"

Rogge chuckled twice and glanced at the solemn colossus statue of the wind god at the back of the temple: "That's right, that's exactly the skill of a magic swordsman! Before Lord Niod, the god of wind became a god, he was an extremely powerful and magic swordsman! He spent thirty years of penance and meditation, and finally comprehended three powerful magic swordsman skills. This Phantom Wind is one of them. ”

"Phantom Wind, three skills, three temples!Mr. Fino, could it be said that every temple of the Wind God hides a powerful skill?"

The silver-haired old man didn't expect him to think so quickly, and he was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "That's right!'Phantom Wind' is hidden in this Ice Wind Temple, 'Light Spirit Wind' is hidden in the Wind Temple, and the most powerful 'Necromantic Wind' is hidden in the 'Night Wind Temple' in the depths of the Far North in the hinterland of the undead!"

"It's weird!" Luo Ningqi said, "Why would Lord Fengshen leave a temple in the territory of the undead?"

The silver-haired old man Rogge stared at him and said, "Good question, young man, your current strength is still insufficient, but one day you will understand such a truth: the so-called life and death are just two different states of energy existence! Whether it is a dead soul or a human being, as long as the will of the wind exists, the miracle of Lord Neod will come!"

"God babbles, I don't understand it!" Luo Ning muttered.

"Hehe, come with me!" Rogge didn't say much, but led Luo Ning to the front of the Colossus of Anemo.

Luo Ning followed behind him, watching him unsteam away the white candles that were stacked around him one by one, and then walked to the base of the statue and pressed his palm against the gray stone statue that was more than twenty meters high.

The next moment, Rog began to chant incantations in a low, hoarse tone. Like a sprout breaking through the ground, a little green light bean appeared on the surface of the back of his hand. This was followed by the second, and then the third,... until the ninth light bean emerges, enclosing a storm-shaped green totem.

Luo Ning approached curiously, only to find that although all the light beans in the totem were in the shape of a storm, they were different in terms of details. The nine light beans are not static after they appear, but slowly rotate in their own rhythmic rhythms, and there is an imperceptible light trail connecting each other end to end, which is not only nine individuals, but also a whole.

Just as Ronin looked at the mysterious totem, the spell in Rogge's mouth stopped. The nine light beans seemed to have been inspired by some kind of mystery, and they all broke away from the back of his hand and were imprinted on the base of the colossus statue of the god of wind.

"Rumble ——"

With a dull sound, the middle part of the statue's base suddenly collapsed downward, revealing a square doorway that allowed only one person to pass through. The doorway was not pitch black, but glowed with green magic.

Ronin stood very close, so he sensed the amazing magic emanating from Rogge's body. He was slightly stunned, and chuckled ashamedly, "It's me who is too arrogant! It turns out that Mr. Fino has never used all his strength to fight!"

Rogge smiled: "I didn't mean to hide it, I was just abiding by my duties and selecting people who are qualified to enter the core area." You're far better than me back then, and you also have reservations when fighting, so you don't need to take it personally!"

With that, he pointed to the doorway, "Behind this light gate is the core area of the Ice Wind Temple! as long as you can pass the third test set up here, you can learn this Phantom Wind!"

"There are still tests?!" Luo Ning wanted to retreat a little, but felt that since he had come here, it was a pity to turn around and give up. He was silent for a moment, then reached out and summoned Fanya to his side, deciding to bite the bullet.

As soon as Ronin and Fanya approached the Light Gate, the latter couldn't walk, only feeling that there was a wall in front of them blocking the way.

"It's useless! You can only enter the core area. Even if pets and puppets enter, they will only be able to stay in the astral plane!" Rog said with a smile.

"Staring at ——" Luo Ning squinted slightly, really wanting to kill Rogge with his eyes. But seeing the silver-haired old man's expression of "what can you do with me", he had to pretend that he didn't care, put away Fanya and then walked in.

Wind!

The wind is constantly flowing!

The space behind the light gate was filled with countless storms, which made Luo Ning unable to open his eyes. He stretched out his hand to block the front and barely walked for a while, and found that there seemed to be a humanoid creature standing in front of him. And this black shadow seems to be plagued by the storm, and is in the same pose as himself.

Luo Ning pulled out the Storm Demon Sword and stepped forward to find out, but at the same time, the other party also pulled out the long sword and leaned towards Luo Ning step by step.

After discovering that the other party's movements were always in sync with his own, a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed in Luo Ning's mind. He tentatively threw away his sword and twisted his body to dance in place, only to see the shadow do the same.

"After the calf, I know!" Luo Ning shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, finally sure that the black shadow on the other side was his mirror image.

"What era is this, what else can you do to defeat yourself to succeed in this set of poisonous chicken soup?" Luo Ning couldn't help but complain.

At that moment, Russell, the Martyr Spirit, emerged from Ronin's sleeve and looked around curiously.

"It's windy!Hey, hurry up!!!!

"Got it, I don't need you to remind you... Wait!" Ronin suddenly noticed something, and quickly reached out and pulled Russell's horn out, pulling it out again, and pinching the sheep's head like ramen noodles to shake the gold chains.

In this process, he stared at the black shadow opposite the whole time, and finally found the flaw of the other party—— the black shadow did not have a sheep's head in his hand, and there was no golden chain attached to his arm.

"In other words, only I have a Martyrdom Demon Spirit?!" Luo Ning had a plan, and hurriedly took out the two Dark Star Dragon Stones taken from the base of the Bloodstone Statue.

"Hey, Russell, do you want this?" Ronin held the dragonstone close to the sheep's head on his arm, smiling like a demagogic demon.