Yang Wu was stopped by the emperor's daughter, and he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Do you know what it means to save the Wind Spirit Clan?" the emperor asked.
"Does it mean that I have offended the fairy who once destroyed them?" Yang Wu asked back.
"It seems that your mind is still clear. Have you thought clearly?"
"This all happened in the last era, and the immortal world is extremely far away from here. If I saved them, even if it offends him, then let's take it as an offense. The immortal's mind is so small, and he is not worthy of being an immortal." Yang Wu said with an indifferent expression.
The emperor's daughter was stunned for a moment after hearing Yang Wu's words, then she laughed and said, "That's really good. Then go and save them."
Yang Wu nodded and entered the eye of the storm.
Yang Wu followed the original path and returned to Fengshen Mountain again. He was not in a hurry to find the creatures of the Fengshen tribe immediately, but took a closer look at Fengshen Mountain. He also felt that Fengshen Mountain was a bit strange, otherwise the God Chain Storm would be here all year round. Why not just grind it up
He observed from a distance, then changed positions to observe, and also opened his soul eyes, looked carefully over and over again, and finally confirmed that Fengshen Mountain was formed from a toe.
Even though it has been petrified, it is indeed a toe, and the soul's eye cannot mistake it.
The divine chain storm is constantly swirling at the acupuncture point of the toe, so naturally it will not damage the toe.
In addition, he also discovered that there was some kind of seal suppressed under the toes, or it was the mysterious power that sealed the Wind Spirit Clan.
"It seems that if we don't get under this toe and destroy the seal, the Wind Spirit Clan will be unable to leave this place." Yang Wu judged.
So, he once again set out to return to the Fengling Clan and came to the place where the temple was enshrined. He needed more powerful power to break the seal.
Yang Wu cupped his hands in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu and said, "If you really think that I am the one destined to save the Fengling Tribe, give me the power to break the seal."
When he finished speaking, Emperor Zhenwu seemed to come to life. A ray of light shot out from his statue and fell directly on Yang Wu.
Suddenly, the shrine shone brightly, alarming all the creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe.
"The temple has appeared. It must be the temple that has appeared."
"My clan can be saved. Our clan can be saved. Kneel down and pray, asking God to save us from here."
"Lord God, please take us out of here."
"Lord God will definitely succeed. Countless years of watching will finally pay off."
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More than a thousand Wind Spirit Clan creatures knelt down, their eyes filled with excitement.
For many years, generation after generation, they guarded this ethereal temple, waiting for God's rescue. Many times they were in despair.
The clansmen continue to age and die, their bloodline strength is getting weaker and weaker, and the ferocious beasts here are attacking them. There are fewer and fewer clansmen, and they are all on the verge of extinction.
What a pity.
Finally, they were looking forward to the arrival of "god".
Yang Wu rushed out of the temple, shrouded in divine light, holding the Big Dipper Sword, and turned into a meteor and rushed towards Fengshen Mountain, and a voice shouted in surprise: "The Fenling tribe returns to their positions today!"
This voice is full of majesty, full of hope, full of spirit, and falls into the ears of the creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe. Their bloodline power is burning and unsealing, and every vitality is erupting, as if they are being reborn, ushering in the new year. newborn.
Boom!
A shocking sound rang out, and an astonishing sword light broke into the Fengshen Mountain. A seam in the ground cracked open, and the divine decree sealed below appeared.
It was a piece of divine edict with the ancient word "Feng" written on it. It floated out, exuding extremely powerful divine power. Each stroke was like a powerful move performed by a peerless strongman, and it suppressed Yang Wu.
"An era has passed, everything should be over, break it for me!" Yang Wu was full of energy, and streams of immortal energy rose into the sky. The Big Dipper sword also seemed to be completely unsealed. Xuanwu appeared and rushed towards the letter with a high-spirited roar. The boundless sword energy was released from the turtle, fighting with the power released by the letter.
Boom boom!
Earth-shattering forces are constantly colliding, and the destructive power is rushing in all directions. This space is almost destroyed.
The creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe were trembling with fear.
They had never seen such a large formation since they were born. It was simply a devastating disaster.
The power of the seal was very powerful, and it was not chopped off by Yang Wu with just one or two swords.
It kept releasing its power, bursts of suppressing power, trying to destroy everything here.
Yang Wu held the Big Dipper Sword and struck out with one sword after another. Countless sword energy enveloped the four directions, cutting off all the power of the seal. Moreover, his sword style also contained extraordinary martial arts power, becoming more and more powerful. .
The void was broken nearby, and crisscrossing cracks appeared on the ground. Some innocent creatures were affected and died.
The power of the seal is getting weaker and weaker, but the sword energy is still flowing in an endless stream.
call out!
The seal suddenly changed, forming a shadow with astonishing celestial energy, and a voice rang out: "Zhenwu, you haven't given up until now. These members of your tribe have shed countless blood and deserved to die. If you still want to save them, don't be afraid of touching them." Have you heard of Tian Tiao?"
"You are the ones who created this shit. My tribe has been blocked by you for millions of years. It's time to give them a chance to live." Yang Wu responded coldly.
"Letting them stay here is their only chance of survival. How dare you risk the disapproval of the world."
"Haha, you talk a lot of nonsense. I will kill you sooner or later." Yang Wu raised his sword and slashed at it, his crazy power rising steadily, and he slashed towards the immortal shadow.
The immortal shadow could not withstand Big Dipper's attack, and after ten consecutive sword blows, he was chopped to pieces and dissipated.
"Zhenwu, you will regret everything you have done." Xianying roared unwillingly.
The inexplicable extra strength in Yang Wu came out. It looked like Emperor Zhenwu. He cupped his hands and said, "Please be kind to them. I owe them a lot."
"Don't worry, I will." Yang Wu responded.
For some reason, when he faced the figure of Emperor Zhenwu, he didn't panic at all, and he didn't show any respect at all. He just felt like he was talking as an equal.
"Haha, see you later." Emperor Zhenwu laughed wildly and disappeared completely into the world.
Everything in this space returned to calm, and Yang Wu stood there for a long time, unable to recover.
"What kind of fuss is this?" Yang Wu spread his hands and said.
Without thinking much, he turned around and returned to the creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe. He looked down at them and said, "I can take you out of here, but the outside world is more dangerous than you think, and you may die at any time. You have to think carefully." Already?"
For a moment, all the creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe were silent.
They have been eager to leave here, hoping to see the light of day again, hoping that their bloodline will reappear, reproduce, and restore their former glory. They just witnessed the battle between Yang Wu and that "Feng", and they realized that perhaps, as others said, it is possible to reach the outside world. What we are facing is death.
Yang Wu spoke again: "The seal here has been opened. Your bloodline power should have begun to awaken. You will receive the inheritance of the bloodline and gradually become stronger. It will become easier to leave here. As long as One day, your strength will reach my level, and you can walk out of the storm on Fengshen Mountain at any time. I think it is better for you to stay here now, or, when I find the way back, I can take you to another place. You should consider it yourself if you want to practice in other realms.”
Yang Wu disappeared from sight, giving them time to think.
The creatures of the Wind Spirit Tribe began to talk about it.
"Clan leader, should we go out or not?"
"I feel like my power is starting to get stronger, and some vague memories are awakening. I can definitely become the king."
"Lord God said that if we go out, we may only perish. We are too weak. Why not go out after we become stronger?"
"Get out. We have been sealed for so many years. The last wish of our ancestors is for us to get out. I don't want to stay any longer. Even if I die, I want to see the outside world."
"Yes, I want to go out."
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Most of the creatures of the Wind Spirit tribe are eager to go out. They want to see the outside world, and do not want to be imprisoned in this world like a prisoner.
In addition, their bloodline also contains the desire to become stronger. Only by leaving here will they have more opportunities to grow in strength.
Yang Wu also felt very pleased with the Fengling Tribe's decision.
Even if this race is in danger of extinction, they can still survive in desperate situations, which means that they are not a race that should be exterminated, and they have such a desire for freedom, and he should grant it to them.
Yang Wu still did not take them away immediately, but gave them a month to get used to the awakened blood power and increase their strength.
He also took advantage of this month to go out to the storm space and find a place for them to live.
Danger is everywhere in the storm space, but there are also some peaceful places. As long as the creatures there are cleared out and they can settle down, and with the special characteristics of the storm space, within a hundred years, the Wind Spirit Clan will inevitably have saint-level creatures emerge one after another.
Once one of the ten major races in the God Realm, the power of bloodline is not easily comparable.
Yang Wu once again went outside the storm space and worked with the emperor's daughter to find a place for them to live.
Soon, they found a natural treasure land. There was a storm here as a natural barrier. After the storm, there was a flat land. There were also many wind-powered herbs growing there, and there were many creatures, not god-level creatures. There is no way to get close to this area, which is suitable for the Wind Spirit Tribe to thrive.
"Good people will fight to the end. Xiao Jingjing, you can set up a defensive formation for them here."
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