The string moonlight is faint.

The Yao River meanders at night, like the thick black hair of the earth.

This is still dozens of miles away from Yunlan City.

Hong Fan stepped on the void and looked at the wind, and saw that the city was as narrow as a thin line, and the buildings were broken like rubble.

As far as the eye can see, the only peak is towering, adjacent to the city, rising from the ground.

The mountain will not have a second name other than Fengyunding.

Because from the mountainside upwards, the high-speed whirling storm accumulated like a disk, and it was five or six miles high.

Approaching within twenty miles, Hong Fan sensed the disorder of the aura of heaven and earth.

Rage, oppression, deadly, and even destruction......

After perceiving it for a long time, he even perceived human negative emotions such as anger and resentment.

Duan Tiannan walked all the way forward, crossed the sky under the cover of night, and fell into the city.

After passing the Yunlan city wall, Hong Fan looked up and saw that the storm was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering half of the sky.

Huaiyang Wangcheng was built according to the Yao River.

Its city is bigger than Duanli, but it is late at night, and it is difficult to say whether it is prosperous or not.

From north to south, the outermost side is the residential market, in the middle is the spread out royal palace, and finally the wind and clouds are separated by the tall city walled area.

Under the storm, Dufeng exposed six or seven hundred meters of mountain rock.

The left and right words are engraved on the cliff, and there is a couplet.

[A thought of Tiangangyi, thousands of miles of lone wind. 】

Horizontal batch of four characters - the world is free.

At this time, the three of them had fallen to a height of more than 100 meters, and there was still a lot of land from the top of the wind and clouds.

At this distance, Hong Fan could see the expansion and contraction of the wheal like breathing.

And the rumbling sound was empty and vague, as if it had been there for eternity, and it kept lingering in his ears all the time.

Under the support of Zhenyuan, the three of them gently landed on the top of a watchtower at the end of the palace.

"It's right here, it might be dangerous to get any closer."

Duan Tiannan said.

He stepped lightly, stepping on the glazed tiles on the soles of his feet.

After a difference of several meters, Hong Fan heard the sound of the two of them falling down.

"Dizzy."

Duan Tiannan said.

He was naturally referring to the guards in the watchtower.

At this moment, the three of them were completely under the cover of the storm.

Without looking back, Hong Fan couldn't see a trace of clouds at all, let alone the stars and moon.

"As you can see, that's the top of the storm."

Duan Tiannan stretched out his hand and pointed obliquely, and introduced.

"Where is Kazama retreating?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Exactly."

Duan Tiannan nodded.

"The top of the mountain is also the burial place of the 'Qiankun Alone' Feng Yeyi."

This Qiankun is known to everyone in Dahua, and he "set things right" in the rebellion of the Thirteen Kings as a martial saint, and was named the first generation of Huaiyang King.

"So this storm ...... the sky"

Hong Fan speculated.

"That's right, it's the impermanence left by Feng Yeyi."

Duan Tiannan replied directly.

"You are already a sympathetic cultivator of heaven and man, and you are in charge of the life star, you should be able to feel the extreme danger of this storm."

Hong Fan has long heard of impermanence – such as the "impermanence of the heart" in the west of Zhanzhou and the "impermanence of a thousand eyes" in the east of Kyushu.

Based on his understanding, it is a spectacle created when a region is soaked in supernatural powers, often caused by the battle of the gods or the fall of the powerful.

But that didn't answer all his questions.

Everyone has read the fable of the pony crossing the river in the previous life - the river that can drown the sympathy between heaven and man, maybe it will drown the calf of the high section of Yuanci.

"This wind of destruction is no different to you and me."

Duan Tiannan seemed to know what the other party was going to say.

"Because this wind is called Tiangang Divine Wind, it sells gold and erodes bones, wears away Sumeru, and is one of the ten classics that can only be comprehended when cultivating to Dacheng."

Hong Fan was taken aback.

"Is it so dangerous for the Martial Saint to bury his bones?"

He muttered after a while.

This time, Duan Tiannan shook his head.

"No, in fact, martial saints who die well rarely form an impermanent state - the residual thoughts do not disperse after death, indicating that the heart is unwilling."

"A dignified martial saint, with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, where can there be so much unwillingness?"

"And even if it becomes impermanent, it won't have as much destructive power as this thing in front of you......"

Duan Tiannan showed a heavy and cold smile.

He stared deeply at the rocks that were in the center of the storm, his gaze as if he were making eye contact.

"So why is Fengyunding different?"

Hong Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Well, you'll know when you see it."

When he said this, Duan Tiannan's voice was as cold as bone.

In the distance, from the foot of Fengyunding Mountain, a very small fire dragon went up the mountain.

Hong Fan heard that Gu Yixin stepped on the glazed tiles.

So he stared too.

Fire is a torch.

Dragons are a queue of people.

About 300 people, heavily armed Tianfeng Army, escorted nearly 200 civilians along the mountain trail upward.

With Hong Fan's eyesight, he could see the crying, trembling, and staggering of those people very clearly.

Only the wind was loud, and no sound could be heard.

The top of the wind and clouds was not high, and soon the fire dragon reached halfway up the mountain.

Slightly above here, a leveled rock platform is next to the edge of the wheal.

The first group of more than 20 people was forced up by the tip of the gun.

The sound of the storm became more and more intense.

The soldiers seemed to have been ordered to retreat as if they were fleeing.

Then, the wheal swells and spreads downward.

With just one breath, the platform was empty, not a drop of blood remained.

Hong Fan's hairs stood on end.

At this moment, he only felt that it was not the wind that was blowing around him.

It's the cold breath of the teeth, the cruel chewing of invisible teeth, the blood that has lost its color, and the fear that materializes.

The only thing that is not the wind is that.

"The people who were requisitioned, this is the place to go."

Duan Tiannan said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up something.

"Is this a blood sacrifice?"

Hong Fan forcibly suppressed the sense of absurdity in his heart and asked in an equally soft voice.

"It's not that god-like."

Duan Tiannan shook his head left and right, staring at Fengyunding's gaze for a moment.

"It's just feeding."

"It's been going on since 20 years ago – it used to be said to be just a few batches a month, but now it's going on every day."

Hong Fan opened his mouth half-open, and couldn't close it for a long time.

Twenty years is not a long time.

But in this kind of thing, in this place, it seems too upright and high-sounding.

So much so that it is irrational.

"What's the use of impermanence?"

Hong Fan swallowed and tried to dissect it.

"Impermanence is useless; At least I don't know. ”

Duan Tiannan replied.

"But this impermanence realm will continue to generate Tiangang Divine Wind, so it will be useful."

"Martial arts?"

Hong Fan turned his face.

"That's it?"

Duan Tiannan nodded.

"The legacy of the Martial Saint is not endless; The generation of each wind in the Impermanence Realm consumes the essence left behind by Feng Yeyi. ”

"When the essence is exhausted, so will the impermanence."

He pointed to the sky.

"So these people who were conscripted ......"

Hong Fan couldn't help but look away as the second group of people were engulfed by the storm on the rock platform.

"Yes."

Duan Tiannan was still staring.

"They are the nutrients fed to the Martial Saint's relics, and they are the firewood for Kazama's retreat."

Crash!

At this time there was a thunderclap.

The wheal suddenly raged, and the inside lit up.

From the middle and upper part of the Arashi Mountain, two or three thousand meters above the ground, a white gas brighter than the moonlight broke away to the east and disappeared in an instant.

It's like a burp that you don't digest after eating.

"What's that?"

Hong Fan asked.

He didn't know that his voice was shaking.

"What do you say?"

Duan Tiannan almost roared.

"That's the Storm!"

This was the first time Hong Fan had heard him angry.

(End of chapter)