They released their coercion and looked around, but found no trace of Xun Tian, so they fled into the void again.

At this time, Xun Tian was hiding in the bushes and felt the amazing coercion, and he was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help complaining: "It's all your fault, what kind of eagle are you chasing." ”

Xiao Feng smiled: "How did I know that this kind of thing would happen." ”

Xun Tian was depressed and sighed: "Let's lie down for a few days first." ”

The two used their souls to communicate from time to time, and Xun Tian also lay on his stomach in the bushes for nine days.

In these nine days, he felt fifteen powerful coercions, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: Do you want to leave here?

Obviously, he was not willing to leave.

Surrounded by mountains and full of opportunities, if they hadn't provoked a great enemy, they might have found a lot of treasures.

In the next few days, Xun Tian didn't feel the coercion again, but just in case, he was going to lie down for another two days.

But in less than half an hour, a creak suddenly came from the bushes, and it was clearly approaching him.

Xun Tian jumped up in shock, and then a big squirrel that was half a head taller than him fell into view.

When the big squirrel saw Xun Tian, instead of panicking, he swaggered towards him.

Xiao Feng immediately said: "It is in the realm of entering the gods. ”

Xun Tian didn't think about it and disappeared into the shadow of the bushes beside him.

The big squirrel came to the place where Xun Tian stood before he checked it, and did not find Xun Tian's existence, and was about to leave with curiosity, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, Xun Tian's divine consciousness flew out and fell into the big squirrel demon consciousness.

After he regained his senses, he casually put the big squirrel into the Ruyi bag.

Next, Xun Tian searched around in the bushes, and only found a sable after half a day, but he didn't make a move, but disappeared in the shadow of the tree, because Xiao Feng told him that the mink rat's cultivation had exceeded the realm of entering the gods.

Xun Tian couldn't help but sigh: How did this mink cultivate.

A few days later, Xun Tian came to another mountain, and at the same time he found that there seemed to be more people in the mountain.

He didn't have to think about it, he knew that these cultivators must have rushed from the surrounding cities to hunt for treasures.

To Xun Tian's disappointment, he had no gains from stepping on thirty mountains in a row for several months.

Just as he was discouraged, the mountains around him suddenly began to move, and they moved faster and faster, and at the same time, the dense fog between the mountains also increased.

In this case, Xun Tian couldn't even tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and he began to think about how to get out.

In the case of disorientation, Xun Tian had to be

Activate the Shadow Space ability to walk in one direction.

Along the way, he encountered countless treasure hunters scurrying around like headless flies, and Xun Tian realized that they also seemed to be lost, and he panicked.

No one knew what would happen next and what dangers would arise, so Xun Tian also became more cautious.

The dense fog became more and more, like substance, although Xun Tian was still advancing, he didn't know where he was, which made him have an ominous premonition.

Gradually, there were more and more creatures in the dense fog, as if they appeared out of thin air, and their realm could not even be seen through the small wind of the Immortal Emperor Realm.

Xun Tian frowned deeply, did he have to be trapped here?

To this day, he did not know how many mountains he had passed in the fog, but after months, he still did not get out of the mountains.

Later, he only met the powerhouses of the God Realm, but he never met the treasure hunters again.

The weird fog, the moving mountain, when the two are combined, it is like a ** array, which makes Xun Tian at a loss.

In the end, Xun Tian headed towards the void regardless of the danger, preparing to leave from the sky.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was just about to rush out of the sky and clouds, he saw twelve white-haired old men arranging formations from a distance.

Xun Tian immediately stopped his steps and retreated into the mountain.

Are these white-haired old men trying to deal with him?

To make a pot?

Xun Tian was also surprised.

If that's the case, they're doomed.

So, Xun Tian began to condense the wind and thunderstorm in the palm of his hand.

It would be great if the storm could take him out.

Therefore, he compressed the wind and thunderstorm in his hand, and then compressed it.

Only in this way can the sudden outbreak of wind and thunderstorm withstand the surrounding crisis for him.

Now that a powerful demon beast would pop out of his side from time to time, it was impossible for him to easily dissolve the shadow space.

At the same time, the wind and thunderstorm in his hand was devouring the substance-like fog around him.

After half a day, Xun Tian suddenly stopped, because there was more fog at this moment.

So, he released the wind and thunderstorm in his hand.

As soon as the wind and thunderstorm came out, the range expanded almost instantly, and Xun Tian dodged into the center of the wind and thunderstorm.

Immediately, he controlled the wind and thunderstorm to keep advancing, and everywhere he passed, everything was swept through it.

Xun Tian also kept playing the fairy fist, pushing the wind and thunderstorm to run more quickly.

Nowadays, the Immortal Fist Fist Fist

However, with the improvement of Xun Tian's cultivation realm, his control of wind and thunderstorms has become more handy.

Seeing that it was too early for the wind and thunderstorm to get out of his control, Xun Tian worked harder to promote the operation of the wind and thunderstorm.

Half a day later, a huge storm began to sweep over a mountain and pull it little by little.

For a moment, the thunder rumbled and the wind whistled, like the end of the world.

It wasn't until half a day later that a mountain was swallowed by a wind and thunderstorm, and at this time Xun Tian had already escaped the control of the wind and thunderstorm.

He continued to push the storm forward, unaware that it had swallowed up a mountain, more than doubled in size, and swept towards another mountain at an unparalleled speed.

After devouring a large mountain again, the power of the wind and thunderstorm increased again, only to sweep away a larger mountain in the blink of an eye.

One by one, the mountains disappeared until three days later, when even the countless fog in the mountains was swept away by the wind and thunderstorm.

At this time, the twelve white-haired old men were still arranging the Heaven and Earth ** Great Array.

With countless clouds and mist hanging over the mountains, they couldn't use their divine sense to detect all of this.

Even if they knew, they could no longer stand in the way.

Xun Tian had stopped running the storm, but sat cross-legged in the middle of the storm and waited for the results.

He suddenly remembered that he had collected the white-haired old man's dust before, because the time was too hurried to check it, so he sacrificed the cauldron of creation.

By this time, the machine spirit had woken up, and its size had more than tripled compared to its original size.

Xun Tian saw that he was playing with the artifact fragments that had been refined into a ball, so he put away the cauldron of creation, and then began to close his eyes and recuperate.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed, and as the wind and thunderstorm swallowed up all the clouds above the mountains, the twelve white-haired old men finally noticed that the peaks below seemed to have decreased by a small half.

At the same time, they saw a large storm that was constantly engulfing the mountain peaks and pulling them into it, and in the blink of an eye, several of them disappeared.

Shocked, the twelve white-haired old men found that the ** magic circle no longer seemed to work.

But they couldn't guess how long the young man would use the cauldron to collect the storm.

Time passed little by little, the mountain peaks disappeared one after another, the scale of the storm became larger and faster, and the twelve white-haired old men were also anxiously waiting.

When the young people use the cauldron to collect the wind and thunderstorm, it is the best time for them to make a move.