"Oh! The most amazing woman in the world, Chen Shuozhen, the lord of Fengqi Palace!"
Yuyanglin's heart moved slightly, and it can be described as thunderous to this strange woman. The higher the cultivation level, the more rumors she heard. This person has a high level of cultivation, and the way of formation is unique in the world, even in alchemy and refining All aspects have extremely high achievements.
It can be described as an all-powerful genius.
When he was young, he was also extremely smart, awkward, and frivolous. After playing the position of the emperor for three times, it seemed to be boring. He also created the famous Violet, and ranked second among the top ten mercenaries in the world.
Later, it seemed that the Violet headquarters was set in Fengqi Palace. Although it was still considered a mercenary by the world, Fengqi Palace has now faintly become a first-class sect.
If it wasn't for the superficial background, the level of mystery alone would have overshadowed the four major gates.
Moreover, Fengqi Palace accommodates countless strange women in the world, and almost all women who have been on the world rankings when they were young, Weng Xueling is now a disciple of Fengqi Palace.
It's just that the palace lord of Fengqi Palace has barely made a sound for the past two thousand years, and has been so low-key that it has become a legend, that has caused Fengqi Palace to be faded out of the topic.
But whether it is Fengqi Palace or Violet, the popularity has always been high, and it still has an unshakable position.
Even the younger geniuses like Yuyanglin and Chang Yi are very curious about such a strange woman.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept the mountain peak, and the trees swayed in bursts, and with a sound of "Hula", they flew out toward the valley.
"It's the season monsoon!"
The ancestor Meishan turned his head instantly, his eyes glowing.
Yuyang Lin, who was wandering, also looked terrified.
"Glitter, little master, you are ready, it is still very dangerous for you to blend into the monsoon, and I can't help you with this clone."
Wu Yang's eyes were excited, and he swept the crowd with his hands, shooting towards the northward year monsoon.
"Big brother, second brother, brother Chen, prepare to imitate the seasons and monsoons, and protect the soul and Dao Dan with my own Dao intent, and I will protect you with Dao intent as much as possible."
Yuyanglin's body suddenly turned into a violent wind, and he started to simulate the attributes of the seasons and monsoons.
Xue Hanli, Chen Qianjun, and Chang Yi, the three of them nodded when they heard the words. Under Wuyang's sweep, the bodies of the three of them instantly transformed into three romantic winds, and they also began to imitate the monsoons of the years.
The ancestor of Meishan has long been as good as Yuyanglin, and the simulation has been successful.
Of course, it just looks very similar to the monsoons on the surface, and there are still countless dharmakaya particles inside, and the primordial spirit is manipulating it.
"Little master, the monsoon of these years is also a very mysterious existence. It is a fusion of popular, time, longevity, fate, and the great truth in it. You blend into it and sweep out with it. Although it is dangerous, you can also understand it. The mystery of the monsoon."
Wuyang's voice was ethereal, his body swayed, and instantly turned into a violent wind, which was more similar to the monsoons of the years than Yuyanglin and the ancestor of Meishan.
Although it was only a clone of the illusion and illusion realm, Wuyang's realm was the pinnacle of the open heaven realm, and the body was the existence of a realm soldier. It was not at all comparable to the Yuyang Forest or the Meishan ancestor of the true virtual realm.
"Go in!"
Six gusts of wind instantly cut into the real monsoon of the years.
The fierce wind rolled Yuyanglin suddenly felt like thousands of needles pierced, and there was a tingling pain from the power of the dharmakaya, and even a very strong corrosive wind, devouring the vitality of the dharmakaya particles.
Xue Hanli, Chang Yi, and Chen Qianjun couldn't help screaming, even the ancestor of Meishan in the realm of true emptiness made a cold snort again and again.
Even Wu Yang, who swept over Yuyanglin's body, was trembling with the wind blown by the years.
Suddenly, a fascinating Taoism swept out of the seasonal monsoon incarnation of Yuyanglin, covering the blast of years simulated by everyone, and even the real monsoon of years was shrouded.
The monsoon of the years hovered in the valley, swept the mountain peaks in an instant, and shot towards the jade-like space barrier in the night sky.
From the outside, this is just a breeze in the night sky, and the breeze is blowing in the mountains and forests.
But only the Yuyanglin and others who are integrated into it know the horror of the monsoon. Whether it is a towering tree of hundreds of meters or a strange stone in the valley, after the monsoon blows, the interior has withered and withered.
After the monsoon wind passed by, the breath of trees and rocks turned into powder.
"I can't hold it anymore. The Dharma body particles are about to be infiltrated, and the lifespan is rapidly passing away. Once the soul is blown, it is estimated that it will die in an instant," Xue Hanli roared, Chen Qianjun, Chang Yi's Dharma body particles were really trembling.
The Taoism of the three people tightly guarded their souls, but it was like a light veil in the cold winter, with no protective effect.
"Hold on, I should go out soon!"
Yuyanglin gritted his teeth, and as soon as his own way of reincarnation came out, although it blocked the wind of the years, the power that swallowed vitality still gradually penetrated in.
It seems that nothing can stop the wind of the years.
The monsoon of the years completely ignored the space barrier of Jade Bi and penetrated directly into it.
But there is no sense of penetration at all, and everyone feels instantly taken into a world like a sea of fire, full of lava on all sides.
As if entering into the lava mezzanine.
"No, we have entered another spatial node." Chen Qianjun roared, his voice expressing eagerness.
"What, enter another space node!"
Everyone was shocked and anxious.
"Little master, it seems that your luck is not too good. The monsoon is going through the seasons at will. If you visit all seven space nodes, then we can only withdraw first." Wu Yang's voice echoed in the monsoon.
"No, I have to wait for the next monsoon when I quit. It is also impossible to quit.
Yuyanglin's voice was bitter: "Soul hoop, can you disperse your protection from the soul to everyone?"
"Yes, Master, but the protection effect is reduced ten times!"
Suddenly, a circle of light enveloped Xue Hanli like a rainbow, Chang Yi, Chen Qianjun, the ancestor of Meishan!
The wind and permeation of the seasons and monsoons suddenly became less intense, and everyone got a respite.
The three of Xue Hanli were shocked and felt the power of the rainbow light. Although the law body was still swallowed up in the monsoon winds of the years, everyone's souls were protected by the rainbow light.
"Tao Bing!" The ancestor of Meishan was also surprised.
"It's not a Taoist soldier, it's an eighth-level spiritual soldier who protects the soul." Yuyanglin said grimly: "It was Wanbao Pavilion rewarded me as a treasure, but the monsoons of these years are really weird, and the soul hoop can only resist ten. Breathe!"
"Ten breaths should be enough to spend in this new space node."
Chen Qianjun solemnly said: "Brother Yu, everyone, next time you break the space jade bi, if you are still among the seven space nodes, then we can only exit first."
"Yes, but I hope we won't be too bad luck."
Chang Yi, Xue Hanli also knew that, the next thing was luck.