"This ......" is not only dusty, but the people present are extremely dumbfounded, and their faces are shocked! Incredible, incomprehensible, everyone stared straight at the stele, as if there was infinite magic, and no one could leave. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After the gray mist dissipated, what came into view was a quaint stone stele, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

The stele is not smooth, there are words!

"Wind and Dust"

The two words of the iron painting silver hook are extremely dazzling, exuding a faint golden light, which catches the eye and outlines in everyone's heart.

However, what is more eye-catching is not the two words, because almost all people's eyes are slightly biased towards the back of the word 'wind and dust'.

The simple row of words is not as dazzling as the one in front, and there is no doubt that the simple and heavy font is shaking at the moment.

"Sixty-four thousand six hundred and nine hundred years of Yuangu!"

I don't know how many times smaller than the two words on the previous side, he is like a small tail, dragging behind the 'wind and dust', although it is small, but at this time it has become the most dazzling.

Wind and dust have once again become the focus of everyone's attention.

Chen Yue covered her mouth, looked back at Fengchen and then at the stone stele, and finally said to Yun Lang suspiciously: "Elder, is the record stone tablet broken?" ”

"Nope!" Chen Yue got an accurate response, and everyone was stunned, so it was no wonder that Yun Lang was shocked to this point, all of which instantly explained the normality of Yun Lang's expression.

"His name has been around for more than a thousand years...... He is a thousand-year-old young sect, Fengchen" Yun Lang was silent for a moment, looking at everyone's shocked expressions, he actually had a sentence to say, that is, Fengchen and the portraits of the thousand-year-old young sect looked almost identical, but the age difference was slightly two or three years old.

"Don't be shocked...... Maybe it's just the same name! Yun Lang's words suddenly changed, and he instantly realized that it was better for these young people to know less about these things, so as not to increase their troubles and affect their cultivation.

"Really?" Chen Yue did not give up, and there was a tendency to break the casserole and ask to the end, but he was blocked by Yun Lang in an instant.

"I've seen the portrait of the thousand-year-old young sect in the Burial Cave, and it's not the same at all." Yun Lang had to lie, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain such a scene.

Fengchen was a little excited earlier, but now that everything is known, he is slightly disappointed, originally he thought that he had found the clue of his past life, but now he suddenly found out that it was not, how could he not be disappointed? He knew that his previous life was exactly the same as his own, and now when he heard Yun Lang's explanation, he was even more disappointed.

"Looks like I'm in a hurry!" Fengchen sighed lightly, this kind of thing is inherently weird, and if you want to know that everything has to be fate, if you are too persistent, it will make it difficult for your heart to remain calm from time to time.

"Elder! What's next? At this time, a female disciple came out of the crowd, with a beautiful face and an extremely slender figure, squirming her red lips and saying, her voice was crisp, like the sound of a pearl falling on a jade plate, which was very good.

Oh, yes! There is already a name of wind and dust, can it still be engraved? The crowd was in an uproar.

Yun Lang was a little difficult, but he secretly paid attention to it in his heart: maybe he could use the record tablet to determine the identity of Fengchen.

In fact, he doesn't really believe that people can be resurrected after death, especially the end of the body has been turned into ashes like the thousand-year-old young sect Fengchen, and the soul has also been wiped out.

"If not, it can be engraved, but if it is......" Yun Lang hurriedly came to record the sadness, and the cultivation of the five heavens of the spiritual realm was vividly induced by him.

"Phew!"

A sound of breaking the sky sounded.

Yun Lang's fingertips were urged to send out a sword light, the golden light was dazzling and dazzling, and the terrifying aura fluctuated around the three-foot-long sword light, and the power was about to make everyone tremble.

Rustling!

Yun Lang began to wield his sword qi when he was still half a meter away from the stone stele, and although he did not touch the stone stele, he made a rustling sound.

At this moment, everyone stared at the stele with bated breath, and Si Yongzhi's two small eyes were also as big as copper bells.

If you want to say who is the most calm on the scene, it is undoubtedly Feng Chen, although the period of Feng Chen is similar to his previous life, but his appearance is different, and he understands this alone - it is not himself.

The rustling sword carving continued, every stroke was extremely forceful, and every movement of Yun Lang's wrist shaking drove everyone's hearts to tremble.

What a powerful force!

Although everyone's eyes kept staring at the tip of Yun Lang's sword, they also noticed Yun Lang's movements, although his attack was slow, every time he swung his sword qi, it caused the void to tremble and twist.

Smack!

Feng Chen patted his dusty white robe, and his clear eyes looked left and right at the surrounding scenery, as if he had suddenly discovered the beauty of nature.

"Is it that pretty? There are more people with the same name all over the world......" Fengchen muttered quietly, a little dumbfounded, as the protagonist, he didn't care at all, but you were so interested.

Fengchen's eyes looked around, hunting in white, his eyes were clear and bright, and each part had a sense of immortality, but at the overall glance, the feeling of being immortal was suddenly gone, and on his cheeks under the corners of his eyes, two blood-colored tear stains that had already become dark red hung there, setting off Fengchen's whole person very evil.

Buzzing!

Finally finished, with the last swing of the sword qi in Yun Lang's hand, the record of wind and dust was engraved, and it made a buzzing sound towards the stone tablet.

"Wind and Dust"

The same dazzling as the original first, the same stiffness and straightness of the handwriting, and the sharpness of an iron painting like a silver hook. It's just that the little tail in the back is different.

The inscription is a small row of small characters, clearly printed in everyone's eyes - "Yuangu 64,802 years" compared with it, it is more than 1,000 years behind.

"Wind, less wind...... You see! Suddenly, at this moment, Si Yongzhi, who was next to Fengchen, shook Fengchen's arm in surprise, but his eyes were still looking at the stone tablet intently.

"What's wrong!" Fengchen glanced at Si Yongzhi with some gloom, and his originally good mood was suddenly ruined by this wall grass.

Is this expression necessary? When he saw Si Yongzhi's expression, Fengchen was a little speechless, that expression was like seeing a peerless beauty, his eyes lit up, and he didn't even move his eyes.

Fengchen also held the heart to see, turned his head to look, his face was not waveless, and his heart was not too surprised, his state of mind had already undergone a transformation, and the more surprising and unbelievable things were for him, they calmed him more.

When the record of Fengchen pressed towards the stone tablet, the name of the thousand-year-old young sect suddenly glowed with a strong light and confronted Fengchen's name.

The duel of words, Yun Lang suddenly had something, what is this? He knows that every record has the breath of its own master, but at this moment, what's the matter, not only do you not fuse, but you are also hostile to each other.

Although the rumble is a duel of words, it is not to be underestimated, the two records exude the same source of aura against each other, and suddenly the power of the two breaths collided, and the collision was a gust of wind.

"What the hell is this?" Yun Lang is also a little dizzy, he has never seen such a picture, there is a struggle between people, that's for sure, everywhere!

But now? Even two records that can't speak and have no thoughts, to put it bluntly, are two rows of words, and they are actually competing for the top position of the record tablet, and they are not small.

Looking at the terrifying aura that lingered between the two records, it was a kind of aura that Yun Lang didn't know, like an aura and like a demonic aura, and their continuous condensation made people feel that once they broke out, it would be extremely terrifying.

"I xxx ......"

No matter how much Ren Yunlang has seen the world, he has an urge to scold his mother at this moment, and he secretly scolds in his heart: Is there such a play?

Yun Lang watched as the aura that was about to move between the two records continued to compress and condense, while the volume was slowly increasing.

Snort-sneer-sneer-sne

The harsh wind is whistling, but where is the gang wind at this moment? It's clearly a hurricane.

The disciples trembled, they also felt something strange, the space around them was full of oppression, and the collision of the two records was like a sleeping beast, once it woke up, it would let out an earth-shattering roar.

However, the terrifying fluctuations that emanated from it told them that even the sound of a roar was not something they could resist.

The space around it distorted more and more over time, and the uneven space was instantly filled with cracks like glass, as if it could be shattered directly by touching it.

"Retreat!"

Yun Lang's face changed suddenly, and he felt that the aura on it suddenly climbed to the point of no return, and he directly snored to remind everyone, and he also flew out upside down in an instant.

What else does this look at? Don't want to die? The power that is enough to distort time and space, even if he can't do anything, he can't stop it at all. And once it erupts, he is not a pure martial artist, with him, a half-hung martial artist of the Fifth Heaven of the Spirit Realm, to resist the power that is enough to shatter the space?

He said that his brain was still intact, and he himself was not sure that he would resist unharmed, let alone the group of juniors around him?

Almost instantly, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter, and they all rushed to fly backwards, and Si Yongzhi also flew out.

"Wind Shao......" At this moment, Si Yongzhi suddenly struggled with his body, trying to break free from the person who grabbed him.

There was no other reason, because he suddenly saw Fengchen standing in place in a daze, looking at the energy between the two records.

He did not lose his mind, on the contrary, he was sober. He knew what this mass of energy was that had a strange aura for them.

Different from the feeling of others, for him, this mass of energy exudes a sense of familiarity, exactly the same as the vitality mass in the dantian - the combination of black and gold.

In the shouts of everyone, Fengchen's face was calm, and he slowly stretched out his left hand to grab the light.

"There is less wind!"

"Don't ......"

Almost at the same time, the shouts of Si Yongzhi and Chen Yue came one after another, as if they wanted to wake up the wind and dust. But it's no wonder, because to the eyes of others, Fengchen seems to be enchanted, and he actually reaches out to grasp the unfathomable energy ball.

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