Whew!

In his ears, there was an endless sound of wind, as if there were countless fierce beasts roaring, deafening. To see the latest chapters of this book, please go to Phoenix Novel Network (www.fhxs.com)

Murong sat in the wind, with the support of Haoran righteousness, he didn't have to worry about being torn to pieces by the ubiquitous wind, and without worrying about his life, he could put his mind down and experience it quietly.

Fierce winds continued to rage in this small area, without a trace, but they were real, and the wind was so strong that it could roll up some fine pieces of sand on the beach, and it could be quietly crushed into pieces.

"It's amazing!"

Feeling all this, Murong was secretly surprised, it turned out that the power of the wind could also be terrifying.

Is this the natural power of heaven and earth?

The wind is simply everywhere in this world.

Breezes, squalls, breezes, hurricanes, tornadoes...... The wind between heaven and earth is always fickle and unpredictable.

So, how can the trajectory of the wind be captured?

Silently feeling the wind constantly impacting towards him, Murong's mind was calm, and he fell into deep thought.

The wind, since it can be felt, must be traceable.

So where does the wind come from?

Also, why is the wind, which is supposed to be free and unrestrained, to stay here and form a wind cage?

Among them, what kind of power is in control?

Murong's mind moved slightly, feeling as if he had grasped something, but it was elusive, so he could only continue to calm down and feel the wind around him.

The wind continued to blow, as if tireless, never stopping.

I don't know how long it took, but Murong found some clues.

In his perception, he sensed a wisp of fluctuation, a fluctuation that he had never felt before, as if it contained endless mysteries, which were difficult to forget when touched.

"What is this?"

Murong was puzzled, followed that wisp of fluctuations and seriously experienced it, and suddenly found that those fluctuations that were like nothing were actually the origin of the endless winds here!

A wisp of fluctuation can cause an incredibly destructive wind?

Murong was a little incredulous, but after repeated experience, he had to believe it.

What kind of power is this?

Could it be that this fluctuation is the reason why the wind around it stays?

Murong realized that he seemed to have found the key, and his heart moved, and he concentrated his whole mind, quietly feeling the incomparably mysterious fluctuations.

Gradually, he forgot the pain in his body, forgot his own situation, and his mind continued to rise and fall with that wisp of fluctuation, and the whole person fell into an inexplicable realm.

He had an epiphany.

Countless spiritual lights flashed in my mind.

Murong felt that he seemed to be integrated with that wisp of fluctuation, and when he moved slightly, a violent wind was born, and where the wind passed, everything around him was clearly reflected in his heart.

"Original...... It's the fluctuation of the wind!"

Murong muttered to himself, and a burst of realization welled up in his heart.

......

"Teacher Meng, you said that the young patriarch can comprehend the artistic conception of the wind?"

The old servant looked at Murong who was sitting cross-legged in the wind, clenched his fists tightly, and asked a little nervously.

"Mu Lao, you have asked this eighteen times...... Meng Nan shook his head with a wry smile, he could see that the old man cared about Murong from the heart, and if he cared, he was chaotic, coupled with the inability to use Yuan Force, so that his mood was also unconsciously lowered a lot.

"Hey, hey. ”

The old servant smiled, a little embarrassed.

Meng Nan said: "Don't worry, according to my speculation, the chance should be quite big." ”

"Really?"

The old servant's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "That's great! The cultivation of the young patriarch is only a heavy heaven in the Divine Spirit Realm, if he can comprehend the artistic conception at this time, tsk, I am afraid that the whole world, I can't find a few martial artists who can do this!"

"Huh. ”

Meng Nan smiled slightly, he wouldn't tell the old man that he also comprehended the artistic conception in the Divine Spirit Realm, and there were as many as nine kinds.

Raising his eyes, he looked at Murong who was sitting in the wind again, and suddenly seemed to have found something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Huh?"

He snorted softly, and then the corners of his mouth opened and bent in a slight arc.

"The understanding is good, and I have touched the threshold so quickly......"

The old servant was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted, Huo Ran looked up, and two fine lights burst out of his eyes.

But seeing Murong sitting in the wind, he raised his right hand slightly, as if unconsciously waving forward.

Call!

In the next moment, a change occurred.

A mysterious wave permeated from Murong Na's slender palm, instantly sweeping the entire void.

"It's ...... The artistic conception of the wind!"

"God, the young patriarch really succeeded!"

The old servant's eyes lit up, and a wave of ecstasy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

In mid-air, Murong opened his eyes, and his slightly pale face was calm.

"Stop. ”

He whispered, and then, abruptly, the wind stopped.

The wind area shrouded in the beach disappeared without a trace in an instant!

"Hey, hey. ”

Murong grinned, but before he could be happy, the next moment, his face changed suddenly.

Forgot for a while, but he forgot that he was now in mid-air, and the most important thing was that his cultivation was only in the Divine Spirit Realm, and he couldn't fly at all......

"Rub, tragedy ......"

Murong muttered, and his figure fell directly from the air.

Bang!

The next moment, he smashed heavily on the beach, and he was smashed, and the wound on his body cracked open again, and blood gushed out.

"Shhh

Murong cried out in mourning.

"Young Patriarch ......"

Seeing this, the old servant's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly rushed over.

"This kid!"

Meng Nan shook his head and walked forward slowly.

"Young Patriarch, are you alright?" the old servant asked with concern as he lifted Murong, who was covered in blood, from the beach.

Murong shook his head with difficulty, but his eyes looked at Meng Nan who was walking slowly, grinning, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

"Teacher, I did it. ”

Meng Nan smiled dumbly, but he knew that what Murong needed at this time was encouragement, so he nodded with a smile, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Well done!

"Hey...... Ouch!"

Murong smiled proudly, but it involved the wound on his body, and he immediately bared his teeth and gasped in pain.

Meng Nan shook his head, his mind moved slightly, and a soft Haoran righteous qi came out of his body, holding up Murong's seriously injured body and floating in the air.

"Don't move yet, the teacher will help you deal with the injuries on your body......"