Chapter 384 Becoming the Center of the Storm
Since the beginning of their cultivation, they knew that the Jiuzhou Supreme was the Way of Heaven, but this was the first time they received a task issued by the Supreme. All the cultivators were excited and full of enthusiasm.
Entering the Wind Realm, Song Ningshu was faced with a wind that carried murderous intent. He raised his hand, and spiritual power appeared in his palm, which dispersed the wind that was rushing towards him.
The wind split into two and fled from her on both sides.
There was no one around, only endless wilderness. The wind was rushing across the wilderness, like wailing.
As the feeling of oppression approached, a sword appeared in Song Ningshu's hand. The ice and snow behind him were ready to go. Green spread out under his feet, and vines grew wildly upwards.
The wind seemed to have gained some spirituality, tearing at the vines like a human, trying to take her sword away, but it did not lose its nature and still maintained its unruly savagery, cutting the vines like a sword.
The wind in the air lost its direction and split into several gusts, attacking her. Each gust carried the murderous intent to kill her, forcing her to retreat in all directions.
The limbs were pulled and cut as if with a sharp blade, causing sharp pain, and the white clothes were stained with blood.
Song Ningshu struggled against the wind pulling at her while facing the wind blades attacking her head-on, and was attacked from all sides.
The four spirit pets scattered in four directions, competing with the wind blades.
The wind is like thousands of blades in the sky, making people feel like they are being stabbed in the back, and it is also like a killing array is beside, making people feel cold.
Spiritual power emerged in Song Ningshu's hands, and ice, snow and green blended together, shaking off the wind that was pulling at her wrist.
Two colors of powerful aura spread from her body, pure white and green intertwined into a powerful spiritual tide.
The swords on both sides were chillingly cold, and the vitality was also full of fighting spirit. The wild wind had to temporarily avoid the edge and retreat half an inch when faced with the domineering ice and snow and the strong vitality.
At this moment, Song Ningshu swung his sword, and the sky became frosty and frozen, ice covered thousands of miles, and the wind stagnated in mid-air.
Plants grow from ice and snow, holding up the sky with order amidst chaos. The wind is trapped in the ice, snow and vegetation, and its forward and backward movements are constrained.
The wind was like a headless fly, crashing into the vegetation, unable to gather and gradually weakening.
In her domain, she rules.
Even the wind, which is free, untamed and wild, must submit.
The wind in the air calmed down.
Song Ningshu raised his eyes to look at the sky, turned his wrist, and pointed his sword at the sky.
In just a moment, snow began to fall from the sky.
However, it is not the frost and snow that are carried by the wind, but the wind that accommodates the ice and snow.
The tall plants that reached the sky were dyed white, blending in with the snow.
The wind trapped in the plants and ice and snow transformed into simple shapes, which looked like humans, monsters, and demons, and attacked Song Ningshu.
It sounded like the roar of a wild beast or the roar of a demon.
Wandering among the plants, the vitality of Song Ningshu's body changed, and the wind elephants rushing towards her were either swallowed up or dispersed.
She became more comfortable with it.
The wind was completely obedient, and the snow was drifting lightly.
Another space.
In Qi Yangui's territory, the water was scorching, and the wind was like a drowning beast, struggling in the water. The demonic energy assimilated it mercilessly, and thunder flashed, intimidating and threatening.
The wind gradually became weaker and finally bowed its head in surrender.
In every space, flames defied the hurricane's domineering suppression, golden light surged forward, conquering with force, strong winds clashed with strong winds, and earth-colored piles formed mountains and then split apart...
Finally, the breeze is gentle and the sky is clear.
Song Ningshu swung his sword, breaking through the small space of the wind realm and stepped out.
She raised her eyes and met the eyes of the man who came out at the same time.
When he saw her, Qi Yangui's cold eyes softened, and when he saw the blood on her clothes, a hint of worry appeared on his face.
Song Ningshu softened his cold brows and said, "It's okay."
He raised his hand to tidy up her slightly messy hair, his consciousness scattered in all directions.
Song Ningshu looked around.
It was still an endless wilderness, and the distant sky was filled with a thick darkness.
The storm is brewing.
Song Ningshu moved, but took a step with difficulty.
Locked.
Gu Qingyue broke through the small wind realm and landed beside them.
"I can't leave anymore." He walked to Song Ningshu's side.
Qi Yangui nodded slightly, "Then, go meet them."
Become the center of the storm.
Also, be a wind rider for once.
The fire lit up, and Shengxia landed on the ground, with Zhuque following beside her.
Next came Lu Yilin, Luo Mingqian and Gu Che.
Lou Fanfan and Hang Xingfan never parted.
Wen Xu and Chiwen.
Ye Qingzhou, Song Anran and Ling Chui.
Don't sing about the clouds, the thoughts and the strong wind.
Jiang Nian, Jiang Sui, Jiang Qianliu, Song Anyu and Qiao Nansi.
Ji Hansu and Ji Hanyuan.
Everyone has some blood on their body.
All the monks present were locked by an unpredictable force.
Shengxia raised her eyes and walked to Qi Yangui's side, "We must face each other."
The others also changed their positions, falling slightly behind the four in front.
Hang Xingfan: "I don't believe it. There is something that cannot be tamed."
Ye Qingzhou: "Cultivation is to go against the will of heaven. If I can go against the will of heaven, I don't believe I can't go against the wind."
Everyone present had a serious look on their faces. After taking the pills, they increased their strength to the peak and waited for the storm to brew.
The storm swept over and everyone was sucked into the high-speed rotating wind vortex.
The wind scattered them and hit them hard.
All the internal organs were broken and displaced. After the initial discomfort, everyone quickly returned to their positions.
Song Ningshu and Qi Yangui worked together to gather the field and stabilize everyone's bodies.
The vitality was transformed into devouring power, transforming the wind force wandering around into a part of Song Ningshu's domain, constantly eroding the power of the storm.
Everyone drew spiritual power from their bodies and poured it into the second realm.
The thunder brought shock, the wind collided with each other, and the fire ignited against the wind.
The ice and snow slowed down the storm, the soil gathered in the fields, and plants broke through the soil to disperse the wind force.
The golden light cut off the wind blade, the green water drowned it, and the evil spirit spread outward.
The wind was divided, and the nibbling turned into swallowing.
A storm that could destroy everything has stopped.
Everyone landed on the ground, their faces pale but their expressions tinged with joy.
Before they could take the pill, a domineering spiritual power suddenly poured into their bodies from the air.
Everyone quickly meditated and absorbed it.
Half a day later, Song Ningshu broke through two small realms in succession, crossing from the middle stage of tribulation to the late stage of tribulation and reaching the peak of tribulation.
Qi Yangui entered the middle stage of Mahayana.
Mo Songyun, Luo Mingqian, Shengxia, and Qiao Nansi have reached the peak of tribulation.
Gu Qingyue, Jiang Sui, Jiang Nian, Yao Nian, Lou Fanfan, and Song Anyu were promoted to the late stage of tribulation.
Wen Xu entered the middle stage of tribulation from the early stage.
Ye Qingzhou and Song Anran both broke through from the peak of the out-of-body state to the early stage of tribulation.
Hang Xingfan broke through the bottleneck from the peak of tribulation and entered the early stage of Mahayana. Lu Yilin also advanced two small realms in a row, from the peak of fusion to the middle stage of out-of-body. Han Lie, Bai Yao, Xiwei, Chiwen, Jifeng, and Zhuque crossed the bottleneck and entered the early stage of the eighth level.
Four people, five divine beasts and one demon plant will all face thunder tribulation.
Ye Lin and Bing Ling entered the late eighth stage, and Ling Chui and Gu Che also reached the middle eighth stage.
The thunder tribulation is approaching, and Song Ningshu and others who do not need to endure the tribulation make way for those who are about to face the thunder tribulation.
After a while, thunderstorms struck in ten directions.
Lou Fanfan looked in the direction of Hang Xingfan, then looked in the direction of the others, and said with emotion: "I'm not saying that the Thunder Tribulation is really too busy to handle."
Qiao Nansi nodded seriously.
After they had overcome the tribulation, divine rain appeared from the sky, falling on them and helping them recover from their injuries.
After stabilizing their state, the group began to look for the exit of the Wind Realm.
Shengxia pointed at the ones with wind spiritual roots and said, "Since it is the wind realm, it should be related to wind. Try to communicate with the wind."
Hang Xingfan and the others closed their eyes, then said in unison: "Storm."
As soon as they finished speaking, they used their spiritual power to brew a new storm.
The others watched from the sidelines.
When the storm began to sweep across the entire wind realm, everything in its path was shattered into pieces.
The space began to stagnate.
A shadow gradually condensed.
The familiar feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and Song Ningshu waited quietly.
In the dim light, he strode in front of her, with a leisurely smile between his sharp brows.
There was a halo of divine pattern on his forehead, his demeanor was relaxed, his features were fine, and his attitude was at ease.
His eyebrows are lofty, like the lonely morning glow, and his eyes are bright, like the bright moon in his arms.
Free and easy-going, yet also unrestrained and wild.
Song Ningshu blinked gently and called him, "Brother Changxuan."
Chang Xuan raised his hand and placed it on her head, rubbing it gently. His harshness turned into gentleness. "Little Dumpling, it's been a hundred thousand years. Long time no see."
They were born with the heaven and earth. They used to think that a hundred thousand years was just a blink of an eye, but now they feel that a hundred thousand years is too long and too far away.
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