"The wind is coming!"

Breaking off the drink is like a snare drum beating twice, and a loud "whirring" in the ears is like a swarm of wasps being swept to the ground, and tens of thousands of bees swarm their wings in anger, and at the same time, comrades in the same direction and with one heart to fight back against the evildoer.

People have a thought in their hearts for no reason: Canglang Xing, wake up.

The spectators did not feel it as obviously as the people concerned, and if the monks around them had any doubts about this miracle, the thirteen langs, who had caused it to happen, were already convinced, and were affected by the will from the wilderness, and mustered all the strength of his body to let out a long roar again.

"Wind!"

It is the voice of the summoning, and it is also a cry that asks the earth to resonate with itself, the cry reverberates high in the mountains, transmits in the water, penetrates the sky, drills into the ground, and reaches the core of this world.

It was quiet.

Just like the effect of the fixed word decision, the falling rocks on the teleportation cliff stopped, a few tenacious grasses bent but no longer swayed, the ripples on the Qinghe River were still the same, and they were no longer rippling, people's expressions were frozen on their faces, and the sea of fire and thunderstorms rendered in the air all paused for a moment.

The larger the object, the slower it tends to react, and when it hears a shout, it does not move immediately, but pauses for a moment. So, when the shouts spread in all directions, the world appeared frozen in an instant, and every qiē was stopped.

The next moment, the wind, the masterpiece!

There has always been this kind of legend in the world of cultivation, when the catastrophe comes, the will of heaven falls with thunder, and the world where the monk is located will wake up.

This process will not be too long, and the Heavenly Tribulation will terminate the Heavenly Dao will and leave. The world then fell back into a deep sleep, and a qiē returned to its former state.

For most monks, this legend is well-founded, but it is difficult to grasp, mainly because of the pressure, the ferocity of the thunder, the lack of strength to survive in the face of calamity, and the lack of ability to spare or take care of the mind. Missed the opportunity.

There have also been people who have explored and tried, and some people have even achieved success in a certain sense, but in terms of conditions and procedures, no one can compare with the Thirteen Lang today.

No matter in the past or in the future, even if Thirteen Lang's cultivation was improved by ten times and his feelings were a hundred times deeper, it would be difficult for him to summon the flames of the world in one fell swoop like he had just done. The reason for this lies in the fact that the world itself has reacted. Take the initiative to reconcile with it.

Why is this happening?

Because the catastrophe has alarmed the world, because the star of the Thirteen Lang has changed the world, because he has the true spirit fire, the will to live and die, and the footprints of the four directions!

Those who are good at horses can calm down wild horses that have fallen into mania with a single scratch, and good flower people, a few hoes can bring dying flowers back to life, this world is too big. If you don't have enough travel to match it, even the best conditions will be in vain.

Spirits and demons walk through. Traveling all over the world, going to heaven and earth, three domains and eight directions, and tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, it is difficult to find people who are farther, deeper, and more long-term than Shisanlang.

Let's take an analogy. The world is like a lonely beast that can never find its kind, and all the spirits, plants and trees that live on it, including people, ghosts, demons and demons, are just parasites attached to the skin and flesh.

Who has ever seen a wild cow love mosquitoes and flies? Who has ever heard that a tree loves moss?

However, there are always exceptions. Just see if you can touch it, find it, and even take the initiative to make it. For example, the crocodile can be friends with a bird because it helps it clean up the dirt between its teeth, the flowers and plants love the bees because it helps it thrive, the vines use the trees to protect them from the wind, and the rivers are alive with fish and shrimp. The mountains are strengthened by forests, and the sky flows happily with the birds.

Now, Thirteen Lang is the bird, the bee, the vine, the fish, and he has been recognized by the world in some way.

When the world awakens to sanity, they know each other, help each other, trust each other, like friends, even partners, even brothers.

The world is too big, because it is too big, there is no difference between size and size, so it is not father and son, not grandchildren, but brothers.

Brother!

"Wind!"

The call from man is actively conveyed through the world, penetrates the sky, spreads all over the earth, and sings in the wilderness.

In the Southern Regions, the line divided by spirits and demons has been storming for thousands of years, like an inexhaustible enemy who never sleeps, and swords and guns never enter the warehouse.

This is the enemy of nature, a vendetta that cannot be terminated by the will of man, and a fact that no one can change for thousands of years, but today, when the cry is heard, the spirit line freezes for a moment, the black and white changes to a halt, and the wind stops.

In the East China Sea, the rough waves stretch for thousands of miles, not to mention ordinary ship mortals, they are monks, and they may be able to gain a foothold. However, today, when the shouts came, the frenzy of thousands of miles stopped, and the wind stopped.

In the sky, the fierce wind will not be the same for hundreds of millions of years, not allowing the starry sky to encroach on the world, and also blocking the way for the world to explore the starry sky, but today, when the shout came, the wind stopped.

Underground, blazing lava flows slowly, and there is a force pushing deep enough to keep this living world running. Today, however, the moment the shouts came, the wind stopped.

The wind in the mountains stopped, the wind in the grasslands stopped, the streams and rivers, the bamboo forests and grass gaps, all the winds stopped for a moment because of the shouting!

What will the world look like for people in a moment?

That's right

"Huh!"

The ripples echoed in a certain place, and the red-clothed man shuttling through the void space showed his figure, and his eyes showed surprise again.

"Huh?"

At the tide, the construction of the teleportation does not mean that the law of the tide has been changed, and when the gate of the outer realm is about to be opened, the guardian monks suddenly heard a strange sound in their ears and raised their eyes one after another.

"It's true."

This sentence came from nowhere, and a huge eye appeared at the entrance of the tide, as if asking about the world.

"This is"

"It's the guy who is looking for his head"

The voices of those who had experienced the opening of the outer realms trembled, and they could not help but feel that the end was coming, and they did not know that when the giant eyes opened. There was a cloud of mist flickering in the other world, heading straight for the cross-border teleportation, that is, the path to this side.

"Ho!"

There was an exclamation on the dividing line, and several monks who had penetrated the Demon Realm and were about to kill the Demon Beast stopped in their tracks, shocked. Because of the huge profits, both domains have a full-time cultivator who is familiar with the dividing line. There is no one in the world like them.

Because it is familiar, it is even more uneasy.

Just now, the violent wind suddenly stopped, and although it quickly recovered, it gave them a different feeling. The fierce battle between the spirit and demon was still fierce, but for some reason, there were some subtle changes around him, just like two warriors who had been fighting for years began to relax their hatred due to fatigue. Turn your gaze to the "strengths" of the other person, or those that are acceptable.

Incredible changes, very subtle, but they do exist.

How can there be such signs between the spirits and the demons? In the long run, will this line really calm down and not block the two sides as it did in the past?

Several monks looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Hallucinations?" asked one of them, confused.

"Hmm. It's an illusion. The others nodded frequently

"Whew!"

Ziyun Island, Chuangong Cliff. In the middle of the sky, people howl, and the ubiquitous wind is so fierce that it is beyond imagination and far beyond the limits of what the summoned person can bear, and it is urgent to find a way to vent.

The way out is in heaven.

A thunderstorm had died in the battle with the sea of fire, and the two thunder mountains behind it roared wildly, as if conveying the wrath of the Heavenly Dao.

Such a "good" opportunity. Don't miss it!

"Broken!"

Unspeakably powerful, can't shout enough arrogance, think about everything, and turn into a roar to the sky. A sea of wind and fire swelled up and surrounded it on all sides. There is no room for a single murmur between heaven and earth, even if it comes from heaven, even if it represents the thoughts of the monarch's father.

This is not the voice of one person, but the cry of the whole world.

Rumble!

One or two, three or tens of thousands? Tens of millions of people could not tell the difference on the spot, and only saw a frenzy sweeping through the air in front of them, drowning in an instant. Gazing again, the thunder mountain was shadowless, the sky was clear, and the ring composed of pearl clouds flicked outwards violently, and then retracted towards the middle with even more violent momentum, and it was a hundred feet in an instant.

Only a hundred zhang wide.

The inner ring and the outer ring are still like two worlds, the inner is dark but the breath is dying, the outer is vigorous and there is a turbulent wave, and the force of thousands of jun squeezes the ring, forcing it to adduct inward.

The sound of clicking is endless, like a crack in the glacier, which is about to collapse from top to bottom, but it still maintains it.

The wind and fire were fierce and powerful, but their duration was too short.

The hundred-zhang ring closed to seventy, and the sea of wind and fire fell silent, like a giant beast waking up in a dream, turning over, taking a nap, squinting, and then unable to resist the sleepiness, and fell back to a deep feeling.

The earth finally stopped trembling, and the thousands of cultivators looked at a loss, and their eyes were cast into the sky with horror in confusion, and they were cast to the person standing in the ring and reaching out to touch the clouds.

It seems that people feel that the person who was originally cultivated to a fixed frame and has become incredibly powerful has a sign of rising again, or that there is some kind of change in his inner temperament, slowly but resolutely.

"Is it an aftermath?" people asked themselves.

"Thank you, thank you really. ”

Not the only one who knows the truth, but he is the only one who can speak in the truth and get a response, Thirteen Lang incarnated with two heads and four arms, with the most sincere and sincere attitude, for a week.

"The rest of the matter, let me do it myself. ”

"It's a pity" A voice echoed in my heart, some emotional, some indifferent, and more vicissitudes and melancholy.

"No pity, no pity. ”

Thirteen Lang looked up at the sky and said proudly: "Most of its power has been used, and I haven't contributed to it yet." ”

"Ugh"

The voice sighed faintly and said, "I don't belong here, if possible, help me go home in the future." ”

Shisanlang didn't ask anything, and said, "Definitely." ”

The voice said, "Thank you." ”

Jusan Lang said, "It's me who should thank you." ”

"Take care. ”

"Take care, too. ”

(To be continued......)