The mouth of the wind is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and near the root of the mountain on the left, there is a black hole with a diameter of about ten miles, and the bubbling black wind mixed with debris gushes out of the black hole, and the wind wall is as high as a hundred zhang, which is magnificent. The deafening wind whistle can be heard for hundreds of miles.

Close to the tuyere, there is no grass, the bare cliff rocks are exposed, forming a variety of interesting shapes, from a distance, some like a tiger pounced, some like a hellish Shura, and some like a soaring magic eagle...... And so on and so forth.

At this moment, a dark shadow is approaching the mouth of the wind.

That's right, the black shadow is Mu Zifeng who sneaked out of the inn.

In the past three days, Mu Zifeng has meditated and cultivated every night.

That night, he sat cross-legged in his room, holding the seal in his hands, and was practicing the Demon Realm exercises given to him by Elder Quan. Of course, in addition to the exercises, there is also spiritual power.

As his cultivation deepened, he felt more and more that his foundation was too thin, and his body was empty except for the trace of vitality that had accumulated by mistake.

The reason why he was able to hunt many demon beasts, including killing the fifth-order demon beast Devouring Sky Python, in addition to his tiger strength, I am afraid it can only be attributed to luck.

But there is also a little benefit, that is, at this moment, he is like a piece of jade, very simple and very pure, as long as it is developed properly, the speed of cultivation is also incomparable to others.

He was supposed to practice the Terran exercises, but he didn't, and Quan Lao himself was a demon and didn't store the Terran exercises; second, he tried to practice the magic for a while, and found that there was no discomfort, so he put his heart in his stomach and practiced the magic skills with peace of mind.

Three hours later, Mu Zifeng's mouth spat out a mouthful of gray-white gas, which was the energy he cultivated from the air of the Demon Realm, commonly known as Demon Qi.

In the Demon Realm, everything can be missing, that is, the Demon Qi cannot be missing, because most of the Demon Clans here cultivate Demon Qi, so to speak, the Demon Qi is the blood of the Demon Realm monks, and only by exhaling the Demon Qi, and then converting the Demon Qi into liquid and storing it in the dantian, can the cultivation be improved.

Of course, this is also the process of transformation of the lowest level of magicians, as for how to transform when he reaches the level of magician, the current Mu Zifeng does not know.

"Is it finally a second-level magician?" he muttered to himself, feeling the swelling magic power all over his body, and the puddle of liquid about the size of half a teacup in the dantian.

"It's really good, just a few days of cultivation, you have reached the level of a second-level magician, those geniuses and leaders are simply weak compared to you!" Quan Lao couldn't help but smile.

"Good luck...... It's just a matter of luck. Mu Zifeng scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"By the way, Elder Quan, why do I see that some people have two-colored eyes and some people have five-colored?" he also asked the question he had been curious about for a long time.

"Alas!" Quan Lao sighed deeply, his lips pursed a dozen times, and then he continued: "This may be fate." But it is also related to the division of castes in the demon world. ”

"Fate?caste division?" When Mu Zifeng first arrived in the Demon Realm, it could be said that his eyes were black, and he felt fresh when he heard everything.

"In the Demon Realm, everyone's identities are divided by the number and color of their pupils. Quan Lao said faintly, his eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to ancient times.

"The inhabitants of the Xuan Demon Continent are divided into five levels, and the one-color to five-color demon pupils are civilians, that is to say, civilians have a maximum of five pupils. By analogy, the six-colored pupil is an inferior nobleman, the seven-colored pupil is a middle noble, the eight-colored pupil is an upper noble, and the nine-colored pupil is a super-noble, and only a super-noble can become a member of the royal family. ”

"What? There is still a demon clan in the demon world where there are nine demon pupils and nine colors in the pupils?" All this is far beyond Mu Zifeng's cognition, make up for it, if there is such a person on the other side, there are nine pupils in his eyes, and nine different colors of light emit from the nine pupils, how terrifying it is.

"Yes. The magic pupils of commoners are arranged in five colors: black, yellow, blue, red and blue, and then add green to it, which is the inferior noble, and add purple on the basis of green, which is the middle noble, plus gold is the superior noble, and black, yellow, blue, red, blue, green, purple, gold, orange, gold, and gold, and the nine colors are the exclusive colors of the super nobles. Quan Lao spoke leisurely.

"The hierarchy between ethnic groups is extremely strict, and commoners can intermarry with each other, but it is absolutely forbidden to intermarry between nobles and commoners, otherwise, they will face the danger of being hunted down endlessly. Quan Lao looked out of the car, his eyes flashed with a strange light, depressed? Or unwilling? I'm afraid only he can tell.

"This Quan Lao can't have run to the Mangchuan Continent because he was cheating with a noble lady and being hunted down, right?" A strange thought immediately formed in Mu Zifeng's mind, but he didn't say it.

Who doesn't have a secret in their heart?

Although Quan Lao promised to stay by his side for five years, Mu Zifeng still has a wariness of Quan Lao, "You can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to prevent people," he still has to observe and assess Quan Lao.

If you let Quan Lao know that Mu Zifeng, who doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, is trying to defend himself, I wonder if a mouthful of old blood will gush out?

"The aristocracy lives in the best city, has the best mineral deposits, eats the best food, and enjoys the best cultivation resources......" Quan Lao gritted his back molars and spoke hatefully.

"Civilians, on the other hand, are only worthy of living in the most difficult remote areas, engaging in the most coarse labor, and enjoying less than half of the cultivation resources. ”

"In the eyes of the nobles, commoner pigs and dogs are not as good!" Quan Lao became more and more excited the more he spoke, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and his hands clenched into fists, looking no different from an angry young man.

"It's true that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, but I didn't expect that there is such a hierarchy in the demon world. Mu Zifeng was also embarrassed.

"Isn't there a way to change it? For example, through cultivation, increase the number and color of pupils?"

Quan Lao was stunned for a moment, stared at his eyes for three minutes, and saw that the latter's scalp was numb and uncomfortable.

"Am I saying something wrong?" he was puzzled.

"You're right, for tens of thousands of years, there have been many monks who have tried to increase the number and color of their pupils through cultivation, but without exception, they have all failed. Quan Lao retracted his gaze and looked helplessly into the distance.

"All of them have failed, can it be said that there is not even a single success?"

"Yes. In fact, they don't know that the color of the pupils corresponds to the attributes of cultivation, for example, green represents the wind attribute, red represents the fire attribute, yellow represents the earth attribute, etc., as long as the cultivation is successful and used, you can bless 30% of the magic power, but don't underestimate this 30%, it is likely that only 5% of the magic blessing will break the balance and determine the final winner, not to mention 30%, but unfortunately, these exercises have been lost as early as a thousand years ago. ”

"Will Elder Quan do this kind of exercise?" Mu Zifeng raised his eyebrows, trying his best to hide the excitement in his heart.

Quan Lao pondered for a while, and said secretly: "Your skills are still shallow, and when your skills are enough, what you should know will naturally let you know." ”

A trace of tenacity flashed in Mu Zifeng's eyes, yes, his skills are still shallow, this is really a head-scratching thing, but as long as he gives himself time, even if it is only three or five years, he is confident that he will definitely impress everyone.

"We must impress them!" Mu Zifeng secretly decided, his nails were cut into the flesh, and even blood flowed out, but he didn't realize it.

Quan Lao said: "Have you noticed that the wind in the tuyere is not quite the same as the wind in other places?"

"What difference can the wind make, isn't the wind the same everywhere?" Mu Zifeng said disapprerovingly.

"That's not what you say, in fact, there is still a big difference between the wind and the wind, for example, if you find that no, the wind here seems to be particularly good for your physical training. ”

"Are you interested in going to the eye of the wind to see if there are any good things that will help you in your cultivation? A hint of cunning flashed in Elder Quan's eyes.

"Of course there is!" As soon as he heard that it could help his cultivation, Mu Zifeng's eyes glowed with gold, and his angular face showed fortitude.

What are you afraid of when you endure hardships? Since he was a child, has he suffered less than others?

"When are you leaving?" he said eagerly.

"It's now. ”

"Good!"

The closer he got to the eye of the wind, the greater the wind pressure, and the strong wind blew Mu Zifeng's shirt close to his body, and after walking forward for more than ten minutes, the sturdy coarse cloth shirt was torn apart by the wind, and his bronzed skin was like countless knives cutting, and it hurt his heart.

He bit his lower lip and walked forward step by step resolutely against the wind, leaving half-inch-deep footprints on the hard stone, but as soon as the foot was removed, the half-inch-deep footprints were immediately smoothed by the wind.

The clothes on my body have long been worn one by one. The muscles all over his body were torn one by one, some of them were deep to the bones, and the blood filled his body, Mu Zifeng was like a Shura drilled out of hell, but his eyes were condensed with the perseverance of a mountain.

Suddenly, an elixir fell into his mouth, which was given to him by Elder Quan. The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current flowed all over his body in an instant, and the wound of the bone was visible to the naked eye, closing and healing rapidly.

The figure flashed, and the illusory figure of Quan Lao appeared in front of him, holding the magic trick in his hand, and the wind that blew through Mu Zifeng's body seemed to be filtered, flashing a trace of weakness, but even so, the damage caused by the wind to his body should not be underestimated.

Looking at Mu Zifeng's statue-like face and resolute gaze, Quan Lao nodded secretly, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and the phantom suddenly condensed a little, "It seems that my wish to find a clansman may come true." Unconsciously, he worked harder.

Mu Zifeng found that as he got closer and closer to the eye of the storm, the flesh and bones, muscles and bones of his whole body were also strengthening a little, but the strengthening process was very slow, if it weren't for his keen six senses and spiritual power, and he would not have found it at all if he had a keen six senses and spiritual power, and he would not have found it from time to time.

On the contrary, Quan Lao's shadow became dim little by little, "Old man, it's really useless." Quan Lao secretly sighed, perhaps because he was infected by Mu Zifeng, his steps were still firm.

I don't know how long I walked, the flesh on Mu Zifeng's body was blown open and closed by the wind, closed and scraped open, and so on dozens or hundreds of times, if he were someone else, he might have given up a long time ago, but he kept insisting.

Fortunately, the wind is very special, it can not only create wounds, but also heal quickly under the effect of the elixir, if not, even ten Mu Zifeng may also fall, and there is no scum left.

He would never have thought that the phantom of the old man standing in front of him at this time was almost transparent, as if the energy of his whole body had been hollowed out.

Until the end, the wind could no longer tear apart a single muscle on Mu Zifeng's body, and a strong aura rose from his body, and he knew that the wind here would never cause him any harm again.

Kwon Lao hid in his body.

Looking up, a black hole with a diameter of ten miles rotating in front of him finally appeared in front of Mu Zifeng's eyes.

"Is this the eye of the wind?"