The entire Wind Clan has obtained no more than five Virtual God Orders. No wonder this person wants to join forces with her.
Xu Chunniang shook her head and said, "I have no intention of forming an alliance with anyone. You should find someone else."
Seeing her turn and leave, Feng Ling couldn't hide his disappointment. He was rejected once again.
Wang Tianhu guessed correctly, there were only three Wind Clan cultivators entering Creation Mountain this time.
There are forbidden laws in the Creation Mountain. Here, all communication spells and magical powers will be ineffective.
So he had no way of contacting the other two tribesmen, and he didn't know where they were or whether they were safe.
Feng Ling knew very well that with the strength of him and two other tribesmen, it would be almost impossible to collect a hundred Creation Stones within three days.
The Wind Clan has been weak for a long time. As the leader of the Wind Clan, he has the obligation to lead the entire Wind Clan to new heights.
Therefore, he took the initiative and actively searched for lone monks, trying to find some reliable allies.
However, the reality is that we run into obstacles again and again.
When the other party heard that he was from the Wind Clan, he ran faster than the wind.
What's more, after discovering his whereabouts, several people attacked him indiscriminately, trying to steal the Creation Stone from his body.
It took him a lot of effort to get away.
Thinking about the experiences of the past day or so after entering the Creation Mountain, Feng Ling's face showed bitterness.
Over the past two thousand years, the Wind Clan's territory has become smaller and smaller, and the number of its members has become smaller and smaller.
If this continues, sooner or later, the entire Wind Clan will disappear.
This time, no matter what, he had to find a way to pass the test and enter the Void Temple!
Finding allies is not feasible. After all, all the races that came to Creation Mountain came to compete for the resources of the spiritual world. How could they form an alliance with people of other races
A hint of determination flashed across Feng Ling's face. It seemed that he could only use the last trump card passed down by the clan!
Rather than watching the Wind Clan go to destruction, it is better to give it a try.
Even if he died in the end, he would have done justice to his tribe.
Feng Ling took a deep breath, took out an ancient porcelain bottle from the mustard seed space, drew blood from his fingertips, and broke the seal on it.
After the seal on the porcelain bottle was broken, a wisp of green energy floated out from it and was taken in by Feng Ling in one gulp.
After inhaling this green energy, Feng Ling's originally light green skin color instantly turned much whiter.
Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of pain and endurance.
This soul-splitting breath doesn't seem to be enough...
Feng Ling took a deep breath, and a large amount of green energy was absorbed into his body. His skin gradually turned from white to transparent, and one could clearly see the rapidly flowing blood and spiritual energy beneath his skin.
As a large amount of soul-splitting breath entered his body, his soul was instantly cut into millions of pieces.
"ah!"
The intense pain made Feng Ling cry out in pain. Relying on the innate talent of the Feng clan, he barely maintained the last bit of sanity and did not fall into madness or insanity.
Feng Ling made up his mind, raised his hand with trembling hands, and absorbed all the soul-splitting breath in the bottle.
As all the soul-splitting breath was absorbed, his body became completely transparent, and even his blood and bones seemed to have completely merged into the wind, leaving no trace.
After absorbing the soul-splitting breath, Feng Ling disappeared on the spot.
Where Feng Ling disappeared, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere.
At first, the wind was weak and slow.
But soon, the wind grew stronger and faster, pouring down from the sky nine thousand miles high, roaring with the force of sweeping away everything.
Many monks nearby noticed this sudden gust of wind.
From a long distance, Xu Chunniang also saw the hurricane.
She was slightly startled, "What a strong strange wind!"
The direction of the wind was not hers, but she could still feel the power contained in the hurricane.
Wang Tianhu touched his chin and said, "Could it be that the Wind Tribe member who created this scene?"
"Feng Clan member, do you mean... Feng Ling?"
Xu Chunniang was a little surprised, and recalled the monk she had met not long ago.
If he had the means, why would he waste time looking for allies
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Wind Clan was once a powerful clan in the spirit world, but that is all history. Later, something unexpected happened and the Wind Clan's cultivators above the Fusion Stage died one after another. The Wind Clan has never recovered since then."
Wang Tianhu thought about it and felt that it was unlikely that the noise was caused by the Wind Clan cultivator. "It's probably a coincidence."
Xu Chunniang gazed into the distance and saw many people accidentally blown away by the wind, and their whole bodies were swept away by the wind.
The monk who was caught in the wind felt as if he was about to be blown apart by the wind, and his whole body was in pain.
Some people were even blown unconscious.
At first, others thought the wind was just unbearable, but that was all.
It was not until someone discovered that the unconscious person had died at some point that people realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Not good! This strange wind can penetrate the soul through the orifices and blow it away silently. Once it blows for too long, the soul will be blown away by this wind!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became alert and quickly moved away, fearing that they would be blown away.
The monk who was swept away by the wind also struggled, using all his strength to try to free himself from the strong wind.
The monk, who had just been trapped in the wind, escaped smoothly.
The longer they stayed in the wind, the more difficult it was to escape. Soon, two more monks who were caught in the wind fainted.
Seeing this, the faces of the others who had not yet been able to break free from the strange wind turned extremely ugly.
After a brief hesitation, they crushed the Void God Order one after another, turned into a white light, left the Creation Mountain, and left the deadly strange wind.
The strange wind came suddenly and went away strangely.
After taking the lives of three or four people and forcing five or six people to leave Creation Mountain, he just disappeared quietly.
The remaining monks looked at each other in bewilderment. “The elders in our clan never told us that there is such a strange wind at the foot of the Creation Mountain?”
"I don't know. Every time Good Fortune Mountain opens, the content of the trial is different. This wind is probably part of the test."
Next to the Gate of Creation, a cultivator from the Ancient Clan was about to step into the gate when he suddenly saw a hurricane in the distance.
He paused and narrowed his eyes, "The wind is picking up... This shouldn't be the case."
His tribesmen were somewhat puzzled and looked in the direction he was looking. "It's just a gust of wind. What's so special about it?"
"No, maybe I'm overthinking it."
The Taigu Clan cultivator shook his head and smiled, "The Taiwu and Taiyao clans have already entered the Gate of Creation before me, I have to go.
After I leave, you must collect as many Creation Stones as possible, and strive to have more people pass the trials and enter the Void God Temple."
"We know."
The ancient cultivator smiled slightly, stepped into the Gate of Creation, and threw a hundred Creation Stones into it.