The Yin-Yang Canyon is thirty miles long, and it is the weakest place in the entire spiritual and demonic handover line, but for spiritual beings, this is an out-and-out forbidden area.

This is the shijie of the wind.

In the shijie of the wind, the air is no longer air, nor is it divided into spiritual energy and demonic energy, but is like a mixture of thousands of weapons, and no foreign objects can be left.

Twist a thread like a needle, pluck out a strand like a chain, wrap a bundle like a spear, condense a piece like a great axe, and if you look at it as a whole, it is like a hammer with the power to open the sky.

The surrounding air is colored, because all kinds of colored things are constantly crushed by the wind, turning into fine dust and dancing, becoming a part of the wind, and rendering a whole three-dimensional curtain. If you can open your eyes, you will be surrounded by a huge dye vat, surrounded by colorful currents, like a herd of bloodthirsty beasts, trying to devour everything.

The canyon itself varies in width and narrowness, with small areas of the sky exposed, and when the wind is no longer able to vent, it is squeezed out of the sky through these exits, like erupting volcanoes.

Being in such a place, not to mention flying, it is difficult to even stand.

If the body is not strong enough and the mana is not deep enough, Thirteen Lang will not be able to hold on for a long time. With his current strength close to the three-star war spirit, he also has to talk about the opening of the spiritual power shield to jointly fight against the cutting and piercing of the wind.

After traveling more than ten miles, he could not stop again, and according to the direction recorded in the map, he found a hook-shaped side wall, and hid in it to breathe a little.

The stone walls were extremely smooth, but they were covered with ravines cut by swords, and sparks burst out from time to time. Thirteen Lang looked at the chaos and chaos outside, and quickly withdrew his gaze, a wry smile on his face.

"It's not good!"

The scenery is moving too fast and the colors are too different to discern, so it's best not to watch it for a long time, otherwise you will get dizzy and lose your mind, and eventually you will lose your sense of direction. It was the first time that Shisanlang had gone deep into such a degree, and at this moment he really appreciated the true origin of the Yin and Yang Canyon, and his heart was full of awe.

Hiding in this cave-like space, he felt a suction force coming from outside the cave all the time, as if thousands of hands were grabbing him, trying to pull him out of the cave and into that meat grinder-like space.

Through the spiritual shield, he could feel the feeling of a needle bayonet, and if he only relied on his physical body, he would probably have been torn to pieces.

He was tempted to call Tinkerbell out and ask how she had traversed the area in the first place. According to Thirteen Lang's understanding, with the depth of his mana, coupled with the dual power of his physical body, it is almost equivalent to the level of a monk of Yudan. Although Ding Dong can improve his cultivation for a short time, after all, he still has to walk through it slowly, and he still needs to dodge from time to time, so the time cannot be enough.

To prove his thoughts, he even tried to punch the inside wall. With his liliang, he could only leave shallow pits on the wall, and it was unimaginable that such a hard stone wall would be blown into caves by the wind.

"If I had known this, I might have waited a few more days. ”

According to Jingle Bell, the weakening of storms is also cyclical, and it is only just beginning, and if there is enough time, waiting for three days is the best time to pass. However, the two of them were forced by the situation, how could they have time to stay in Falling Spirit City, not to mention that Cangyun Sect might have a large number of backups at any time, and Dingdong's injuries could not wait. After all, she is a demon cultivator, as long as she can enter the demon realm, even if there is no suitable pill treatment, it is much more convenient to heal her injuries with exercises.

With this thought in mind, Shisanro quickly gathered his thoughts and meditated cross-legged to try to recover. Fortunately, he has now gained the family assets of the two "huge riches", and there are really a lot of pills to supplement mana, but how much time has been saved.

Here, the mana drain is continuous, and only when he is sheltered from the wind does Jusan Lang dare to remove his shield, and only use his body to resist the sucking of the wind. After taking the elixir, he tried to concentrate his mind and soon fell into self-forgetfulness. ...,

Although the conditions are difficult, the benefits are not without them, and the first thing is not to worry about foreign enemies. Thirteen Lang had tried, and with the strength of his divine thoughts, it could only extend for dozens of meters at most, and it was extremely vague. Don't talk about people around, it's impossible to see even a ghost, so it's very reassuring.

In an empty light or trance, Thirteen Lang immersed himself in the dantian, condensed the sea, and gradually fell silent.

The wind continued to howl, his breath gradually stabilized, and the whirlpool in his body accelerated, nourishing the meridians, flesh and blood of his body, and soothing his nerves.

This is his third pranayama, and it is estimated that it will take at least five to six more times to complete the journey. Although his physical mana can support it, his spirit is exhausted, and he must be well adjusted so that he can have some spare strength to deal with possible abnormalities.

In the feeling, the surroundings gradually quieted down, the whistling sound was shielded from the sea of knowledge, his mind gradually calmed down, and his face gradually carried a sense of peace and tranquility, like a statue.

Cultivating in a chaotic environment is a habit that Shisanro focuses on cultivating. In the past, in Sanyuan Pavilion, he would often use his spare time to try until he slowly mastered it. Fluttershy and the others often find that the young master loses his mind while reading a book and needs to be called continuously to wake up, which is actually the result of his immersion in cultivation. It is precisely because of this that Thirteen Lang can confidently say to Tashan that he has worked hard enough. Because although he rarely meditates, he almost never lets go of his qi cultivation, and he is more than a general retreat monk.

He didn't tell Tashan about this, otherwise he would have been scolded and even forced to retreat. It is such an important matter for a monk to cultivate his qi, and Thirteen Lang actually acted on his own in a noisy place, and the risks contained were immeasurable. However, in his feelings, although there are often abnormalities at first, every time the breath is out of tune, the "star" on his chest will act and suck the disordered breath away. In this way, although he lost a lot of mana, he was not in danger of his life, so he naturally put his mind at ease.

As the days go by, this skill has become his unique "supernatural power", as long as the conditions allow, Thirteen Lang can only meditate to cultivate qi, and there is no need to adjust even the meditation posture. Of course, in the here and now, his attitude is much more cautious, not only coiling his body, but also arranging a layer of protective light film at the expense of mana, which is enough to adapt.

Time passed slowly, and Thirteen Lang's breath became more and more stable and strong, and his thoughts gradually became empty. Gradually, the space seemed to solidify, and he pondered in the emptiness, faintly enlightened.

With the spirit root of the wind itself, Thirteen Lang's feelings for the wind are extremely clear, even to the point of sensitivity.

In his consciousness, the wind outside sucked and changed somewhat, as if it was no longer just aimed at the physical body, but into the soul, intersecting with his primordial spirit. This intersection is not all malicious, but contains a certain intimacy, as if they are about to merge with it and become a whole.

"Wind"

He couldn't help but muttering to himself, and Thirteen Lang closed his eyes slightly, almost unconsciously trying to catch that feeling. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have touched some kind of doorway, touched some kind of strange feeling that he longed for.

"The wind is born in heaven and earth, and it should have its own spirituality, and the wind spirit root is the embodiment of this spirituality, but it exists and is natural, but condensed in the physical body. ”

"In other words, they are of the same origin!"

"Since they are of the same origin, how can they exclude each other? How can they fight each other and even cause harm!"

This thought flashed through his mind, like a thunderous volley in the air, and he suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy. Without much hesitation, he began to take the initiative, spreading the rejection of the flesh, and allowing the suction to merge with the primordial spirit.

The integration did not go well.

How the spiritual root was born, Thirteen Lang didn't know. He only felt that there was a separation between this fusion, as if water and oil were intersecting, and although they tried to penetrate each other, it was more for the sake of devouring than for combining. At the same time, the physical body felt the tendency of the primordial spirit to leave the body, and instinctively wanted to stop it. Under the double obstacle, there were bursts of sharp pain in his body, and the Yuan Shen was a little erratic, as if it was about to disperse. ...,

He woke up from his meditation!

The body suddenly regained control, and the difficult blend came to an abrupt end. Thirteen Lang looked at it in shock, his whole body was already in a cold sweat, and there was a sour smell. Later, he found that the position where he was sitting had moved a little towards the entrance of the cave.

"Such a situation ......"

After adjusting his spirit, Jusan Lang rethought the previous process, and seriously experienced the feeling as if the original spirit was separated. He has been cultivating for a long time, but he has never released the Yuan Shen out of his body as recorded in the classics. Because this kind of behavior is extremely risky, if he is not careful, he will lose his mind, and even disappear from it, and with his current cultivation, he should not use it lightly when the Yuan Shen is not yet stable.

However, that glimmer of understanding was so clear, and Thirteen Lang had a faint feeling that once he could master it, his understanding of the wind would have a qualitative breakthrough. After much deliberation, he finally made a decision to continue trying.

He stood up and felt his physical state first, most of his mana had recovered, and his spirit was very clear. Most importantly, Jusan Lang felt that his body seemed to be much lighter, and the suction from the outside was no longer as piercing and cold as before, as if there was a feeling of fluttering.

Determined, he did not rush to start, but carefully checked the surrounding environment. Then he walked to the deepest part of the cave, and on the way, he continuously cast spells, arranging a full five layers of prohibitions, and on each prohibition, he attached a trace of divine thought, once his body touched it, he could naturally feel something.

This method is for emergencies, the level of Thirteen Lang's prohibitions is too low, he can feel that in the sucking of the wind, these prohibitions can't last too long, and once they are destroyed by the wind, his attached divine thoughts will also dissipate, and they will dissipate permanently. But now that his mind is on comprehension, these losses can no longer be taken into account.

After doing all this, Thirteen Lang sat down cross-legged again, gathered his spirit, and continued what he had done before.

Time passed, and with the innate closeness between the wind spirit root and the wind before, he quickly regained that feeling and escaped into the fusion of the primordial spirit and the wind power

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