In the evening, black clouds suddenly rose, first dense clouds gathered on the horizon, and then the clouds rolled over and pressed towards the center of the sky, and the ink clouds became lower and lower, forming a deep cloud ravine, and the sky wall around us formed a thick and heavy cloud circle, and occasionally a few blue lightning bolts tore through the clouds like a celestial snake, and the scene was terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Strangely, there was no wind at all, and above the heads of the three of them, a bright moon hung in the sky circled by ink clouds, which was in stark contrast to the dark clouds rolling around.

Zhang Han had never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon, so he couldn't help but point to the cloud circle on his head and ask the old monk: "Master, this circle is really strange, what is it?"

The old monk opened his eyes from the meditation and said lightly: "This is the eye of the storm. ”

"What is the eye of the wind?" Zhang Han was even more strange, he had heard that people and animals had eyes, but he had never heard of the wind having eyes, but looking at the cloud circle overhead, it was indeed like a huge eye.

"The eye of the storm is the center of the storm," the old monk explained, "and the formation of the storm is created by the rotation of a core to the periphery, and the eye of the storm is the core of the core. ”

Zhang Han was taken aback: "Then aren't we in the center of a big storm? Let's run away, wait a minute, the wind here will definitely be the strongest." ”

The old monk smiled and shook his head: "Although the eye of the storm is the center of the storm, it is the safest place in the storm, because the whole storm rotates from the inside out, and there is no wind at all in the eye of the storm, don't you feel it? ”

Chang Qiluo, who was resting on the side, also opened her eyes and said with a faint smile: "The master is really a master, I expected this to be the eye of the storm from the beginning, admire!"

The old monk said: "Don't dare, the old man just guessed correctly, if he could really predict it accurately, the old man would not let the others leave." ”

Chang Qi Luo Gege smiled: "Is it? I can't see that the master's heart is really kind, and it is really the heart of the Buddha." ”

The old monk ignored her taunts, looked up at the dark clouds that were spinning faster in the sky, and said lightly: "Although the eye of the wind is the safest place, it may change at any time, we had better move with the eye of the wind, otherwise, the safest place will become the most dangerous place." ”

"Boom" thundered, dozens of blue lightning fell from the sky at the same time, the dark clouds around the eye of the wind seemed to have been ordered to rotate wildly, the terrible power accumulated in the clouds was released instantly, the clouds collapsed, the wind rose everywhere, the wind rolled up like a rotating waterfall around it, and it raged on the frozen sea like a devastation, and the deep ice was instantly blown into the air, and then instantly twisted into pieces and disappeared in the wind.

The vast sky and earth were full of the sound of objects tearing and shattering, and the clouds and wind had muddied the entire boundary between the sea and the sky, and Zhang Han felt as if he was in a small hole in a huge tornado, which could be sucked away by the wind at any time.

Such a terrifying storm, even if the mana and demon power are powerful, it is impossible to compete with them, fortunately, the three of them are in the eye of the storm, if they had followed the green bull demon and them just now, they would have been swept into the sky by this time.

In the crackling sound, the eye of the wind gradually shrank, and the hundred miles of ice were eaten away by the terrifying storm to the point that only a piece of ice floe was more than 100 meters under the feet of the three people.

"Master, beautiful sister, it's too terrifying, what should we do?" Zhang Han couldn't help but shout.

"Jingyuan, calm down, as long as we are in the eye of the wind, we will be fine. The old monk said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click, and the ice floes under his feet cracked several fist-sized cracks, and the ice floes began to shake.

"Master, Master, the ice has cracked!" Zhang Han shouted in horror.

"Be careful, the eye of the wind is about to move!" the old monk shouted, the Buddha's heart map was spread, and the ground turned into a golden flying carpet floating in the air, grabbing Zhang Han's thin figure and jumping onto the flying carpet, "Fairy Chang, we have to work together to get through the difficulties together!"

"Okay!" Chang Qiluo shouted, and jumped on the flying carpet with her, the green vines on her body stretched, turning into countless soft ropes, tightly entangled the three of them with the Buddha's heart diagram at their feet, and became one.

At this moment, the ice floe they were standing on had all cracked open and sunk to the bottom of the sea.

The eye of the wind is like a huge moving tube constantly drifting and contracting on the surface of the sea, and the surrounding swirling storm is less than ten feet away from them, and the three of them feel as if they are in a rotating wind tunnel, with dark clouds and wind roaring overhead, unattainable, and bursts of huge suction force are generated around the wind tunnel, as if an invisible hand is about to pull our bodies into the wind.

"Prajnaparami!" the old monk shouted, his palms clasped together, and the Buddha's heart stretched out more than a dozen huge golden Buddha palms, forming a golden pillar of light to envelop the three of us.

Chang Qiluo didn't seem to be easy, and she tried all her mana to fix the bodies of the three of them on the Buddha's heart diagram.

A pillar of incense.. Two sticks of incense.. The suction force is getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Han feels that his whole body is about to be torn into eight pieces, his mouth is stuffed with tinnitus, and he is so uncomfortable that he can't even speak.

"Master, we might as well go out from above!" Chang Qiluo shouted, pointing to the wind outlet above.

"Not yet, the storm is strong, it's dangerous to go out like this, wait!" the old monk said in a deep voice.

Another pillar of incense was propped up, and Chang Qiluo shouted with a pale face: "No, we can't hold on, if we continue like this, we will still be dragged into the storm, so let's take a risk!"

"Okay, be careful!" the old monk gritted his teeth and patted the Buddha's heart at his feet, and the flying carpet-like Buddha heart map carried them like a dead leaf rising with the wind to the wind above.

As soon as he arrived at the tuyere, there was a bang, the tuyere burst, Zhang Han felt that he was sucked into the darkness by a huge whirlwind, and the sky swirled, and the people, things, and things around him flew like weightless flying flotsam in the dark nine days, and he didn't figure out what was going on, he had already plunged into the icy seawater, and the huge impact knocked him out in an instant.

When Zhang Han woke up, he found himself lying on a huge futon made of soft vines, his wet clothes had all dried, and the old monk and Chang Qiluo were sitting cross-legged beside him with tired faces and closed their eyes to breathe.

Needless to say, this huge futon was conjured from the green vines on Chang Qiluo's body.