Rumble!

Haoran's righteous qi was agitated, facing a blazing flame, and when it collided, the flame that was enough to threaten the king of the Tiangang Realm instantly dissipated in the wind.

Meng Nan stood there as motionless as a rock, letting the attacks from all sides smash in, he only waved the purple bamboo staff to defend, and he looked calm and relaxed in his gestures, completely at ease.

In a few breaths, he relied on his powerful strength to defuse all the more than a dozen attacks.

Call!

Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief and raised his eyes to look ahead.

At this time, less than a step in front of him, there was an area shrouded in clouds and mist, and the white clouds and mist condensed and did not disperse, completely blocking the line of sight, making it impossible to see the reality in the fog.

After staring at it for a long time, Meng Nan still couldn't see the slightest clue, this cloud and mist gave him the feeling that there didn't seem to be any danger, but it was precisely because of this that he felt even more uneasy in his heart.

Frowning slightly, Meng Nan secretly thought: "Looking at the appearance of the Thunder Emperor's predecessors, it doesn't look like a person who is tricky, since he has brought a cloud and mist, he will definitely have its deep meaning, the next part of the journey, it is better to be careful, first find out the situation ahead, and then ......"

Meng Nan is not a reckless person, he has seen the strength of the Thunder Emperor with his own eyes, for this world-famous powerhouse who once stood at the top of the law realm, invincible in the world, and it is rumored that he has even advanced to the god-level realm realm, he only has awe in his heart, and he has never dared to underestimate it, so in the inheritance left by the latter, he will not feel strange no matter what kind of test appears.

Precautions are indispensable.

For unknown situations, he is still used to being a little vigilant.

Adjusting his breathing, Meng Nan paused for a moment, checked the condition of his body, and found that there was nothing abnormal, before he took a step and resolutely stepped into the mist.

Although Meng Nan raised his attention, the moment he stepped into the fog area, he still felt a flower in front of him, as if he had gone through a long-distance teleportation, and instantly appeared in a strange area.

Bluestone Avenue is gone.

A small path suddenly appeared in front of me, looming between the swinging clouds and mist, like a heavenly road, winding and circling, leading to the front.

"What's going on?"

Meng Nan was taken aback, and Huo Ran turned his head to look.

But he found that he was shrouded in a thick fog behind him, and the way he came had disappeared without a trace.

There is no way back!

Meng Nan squinted his eyes, thoughtfully, and after a while, a determined light welled up in his eyes.

The road ahead is long, now that the retreat has disappeared, then simply break the kettle and move forward bravely!

Without hesitating for long, Meng Nan continued to take steps forward.

Haoran was spinning all over his body, and he maintained a state of imminent battle, ready to deal with an attack that would come out of nowhere.

"Huh, no......"

After taking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The resistance that had been getting stronger the more he moved forward on the bluestone avenue had disappeared at this time, and the rule of one step seemed to be gone, he had already taken several steps, but no attack came.

I don't know why, but Meng Nannan didn't feel relaxed, but a trace of uneasiness welled up in his heart, and he became more and more vigilant.

It's so abnormal!

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

But at this time, he can only stiffen his head and continue to move forward.

Two more steps, and he stepped onto the path.

At this moment, a few wisps of rain like light silk suddenly fell from the clouds and mist that filled the surroundings, and before Meng Nan could react, they had already fallen on his face.

"Huh, it's raining?"

His face suddenly cooled slightly, Meng Nan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart instantly lifted.

He stopped abruptly and stood for a long time, but did not see any danger.

"Am I too suspicious?"

Meng Nan shook his head, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and after hesitating for a while, he still took a step forward.

As soon as this step was taken, the rain that was originally as thin as a cow's hair instantly became larger, and it fell from the air.

Meng Nan was startled, and subconsciously urged Haoran Zhengqi to come out of his body, condensed above him, blocked the dripping rain, and then took the opportunity to take a third step forward.

Wow!

This time, it turned into a downpour from the sky!

There is no danger.

Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a step forward.

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged out of his heart, and his back was instantly covered with a layer of fine pimples.

He looked up, and instantly frightened his soul!

The raindrops, which were the size of beans before, turned into countless blades of cold light flickering, with an incomparably murderous aura, falling from the sky!

Snort!

The sharp blade broke through the air, and instantly tore apart the Haoran righteous qi that Meng Nan had condensed above his head, and then roared towards Meng Nan, the speed became faster and faster, and in less than a breath, he was already infinitely close to Meng Nan, and it was falling on his head.

"I'm rubbing, it's too insidious, isn't it?"

Meng Nan's face changed slightly, he felt threatened, but he was not afraid of danger, and between the lightning and flint, his wrist with a purple bamboo cane quickly rotated upward.

"The wind and clouds are in all directions!"

Meng Nan did not hesitate to sacrifice the moves in the sword codex, and in an instant, countless sword lights floated out like rain, directly facing the sharp blade that fell from the sky.

Qiang Qiang Qiang ......

The crisp sound of gold and iron resounded, and every sword light accurately slashed on a sharp blade, and with one move, it blocked all the sharp blades in the sky.

Meng Nan continued to move forward.

However, as soon as the footsteps were taken, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up on the sheep intestine path!

Call!

The huge wind blew Meng Nan to stagger.

At the same time, the rain in the world was even greater, like splashing, like pouring, but what fell down was countless raindrops condensed into a sword!

Wind and rain, rain and wind!

Meng Nan instantly felt the pressure soaring, and between his concentrations, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, as if he felt a familiar taste in the violent wind and rain.

"That's ......"

Meng Nan's pupils suddenly shrank into a needle-shaped, and in his mind, a spiritual light flashed.

"Mood!"

"These storms are all caused by the simple artistic conception of wind and water!"

"It turns out that the artistic conception can still be used like this!"

Meng Nan's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something interesting, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a smile.

"Hehe, artistic conception, I have it too!"

With a slight movement of his mind, on the land within Meng Nanzhihai, two artistic conception buds shook suddenly, and suddenly, the two artistic conceptions of wind and water came out of the body.

The violent wind and rain around him were originally attacking Meng Nan, and they were about to fall on him.

But in the next moment, something wonderful happened!

As Meng Nan sacrificed two artistic conceptions, the wind suddenly stopped, and the sword-like raindrops also paused in the air in an instant, and then quietly dissipated......