Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Fellow Taoist Wan, why did you come back after being gone for half a year?"

Feng Yao, the green-robed monk from Spirit Beast Villa, had been staying here for half a year. He was already a little angry. Instead of returning to Wan Zhong, he asked a question.

"Fellow Daoist Feng doesn't know something. I haven't been idle for a moment in the past six months. I've been running around..."

Wan Zhong was helpless when he saw this. He had no choice but to tell the story about his master in Tainan Plain, and took out the top-grade spiritual weapons, the Poisonous Black Cloud Cover and the Wind-Fixing Spirit Pearl. Only then did Feng Yao let him go.

Now that everything was ready, the two of them had a hasty discussion and prepared to enter the Wind Devouring Gorge.

Wan Zhong took out the poisonous black cloud cover that had been refined. Under his intentional control, a gray-black cover enveloped him and Feng Yao in an instant.

Wan Zhong turned around and told Zhang Hao:

"Keep the formation in check and don't let up. If we let the guy from Devouring Wind Gorge escape, we'll have to wait and see."

Although Zhang Hao was unhappy in his heart, he also knew that the other party was his uncle and could not disobey orders, so he could only respond with a calm face:

"Uncle, don't worry, we will do our best."

Wan Zhong nodded with satisfaction, and then he held the Wind-fixing Spirit Pearl and Feng Yao walked into the violent wind that shrouded the Wind Devouring Gorge under the protection of the poisonous black cloud.

It was like a strong wind whistling with knives and axes, hitting the black cloud cover with a crackling sound. Just when the two of them were worried about whether they could stop it, the Wind-fixing Spirit Pearl in Wan Zhong's hand came into play. .

A burst of misty green light was released, and the violent wind within a radius of ten feet suddenly became much gentler.

The poisonous black cloud cover no longer trembled, and easily blocked the weakened gale.

Seeing this, both Wan Zhong and Feng Yao breathed a sigh of relief, especially Feng Yao. He had been guarding this place alone for half a year. If it was still useless in the end, he would probably curse his mother.

However, he was very curious about the origin of this Wind-fixing Pearl that could weaken the gale on its own, so he asked:

"Fellow Daoist Wan, your Wanfa Sect is worthy of being the first of the five great immortal sects. It is so magical to pick up any treasure. This bead can weaken the strong wind comparable to the attack of a monk in the late stage of Foundation Establishment or even a complete Foundation Establishment without you using it. Is it possible? What’s wrong with it?”

Feng Yao first touted the words that Wanfamen disciples liked to hear the most, and then asked about it. Of course, the effect was good. People at Spirit Beast Villa said that Wanfamen was the most valuable among the five immortal sects.

Wan Zhong felt very happy. He smiled and looked at the Dingfeng Bead that released the dim blue light in his hand, and said:

"Actually, it's not really a treasure. It's just an accidental acquisition of my master, Master Sheng Yang. I originally planned to use it as the core to refine a magic weapon. However, no matter how I calcined the beads during the refining process, it didn't help. Not only was it unable to be activated with spiritual power, , even the object-controlling technique has no effect on it, so it can only be held by hand."

"In the end, it became a useless thing and a pity to throw away. Because it has the effect of calming the wind, my master kept it. If it weren't for this bead this time, I'm afraid we could only ask for gold. Only when Elder Dan comes can we get rid of that guy."

"That would be so embarrassing."

Feng Yao nodded and said: "The shame is secondary. Now that we are at war with the Daqi Immortal Realm, the Jindan elders in the sect will not go to war for a boy who is in the early stage of foundation building."

"makes sense……"

The two of them were talking while walking towards the wind eye at the core of the Devouring Wind Gorge. Perhaps they felt that they could easily deal with a monk who was in the early stages of foundation building, so they were not in such a hurry.

Wan Zhong still remembered his master's words and deliberately took a detour to collect the wind stones when he encountered them.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that they suddenly stopped. Not far ahead, a looming red-gold figure was walking towards them.

They didn't dare to release their spiritual consciousness randomly here, so the two of them had to be more vigilant.

"Who is this person? He can walk freely in such a strong wind. What kind of magic is that red-gold light?" Feng Yao's consciousness was locked on the black long sword weapon on his body, just in case.

"It can't be that casual cultivator..."

"No, how could a monk in the early stage of foundation building master such a profound spell? If he had cast it long ago, why would he be hunted down by us?" Wan Zhong frowned.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, three red-gold sword lights pierced through the gale and came towards them to attack them.

The speed was extremely fast, and it stabbed the poisonous black cloud cover in an instant.

Ding ding ding!

With three crisp sounds, the sword light was blocked, but it also made three big pits dent in the poisonous black cloud cover.

"What a powerful sword light! This person..."

Wan Zhong, who activated the poisonous black cloud cover, was deeply touched by the power of the sword light, and could not help frowning. Just when he was about to use the red dragon flag to counterattack, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Feng Yao even urged: "Quickly retreat!"

I saw six red-gold sword lights spinning and forming a storm, sweeping over.

The power was several times stronger than before.

Wan Zhong also understood that it was not suitable to fight in the strong wind, mainly because he could not figure out who the person coming was. To be able to protect the body with magic in this roaring wind, one must have a perfect foundation for cultivation.

Quickly retreat back.

However, the six rays of sword light did not pursue them, and seemed to only want to drive them out of the Devouring Wind Gorge.

Wan Zhong and the two looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. They had no choice but to temporarily withdraw from the Wind Devouring Gorge and quickly returned the same way. Unlike the relaxed and comfortable way at the beginning, they exited the gale area in a short time.

The cyan light of the Wind-fixing Spirit Pearl in their hands disappeared, and only then did they realize that the power of the gale surrounding Wind Devouring Gorge had weakened, too much. Even without the help of the Wind-fixing Spirit Pearl, a medium-grade defensive weapon could still withstand the ravages of the gale. .

"What's going on? Could it be that the power of the fierce wind has weakened a long time ago, and we mistook it for the power of the Wind-Fixing Spiritual Pearl and didn't notice it?" Feng Yao frowned.

Wan Zhong's face was even uglier. He felt humiliated and even felt that the man just now was the casual cultivator they were chasing. He was bluffing to prevent them from going deeper and wanted to drive them out of the Wind-Eating Gorge.

"Feng Daoyou, do you think that man just now is the guy we are chasing?"

"No way." Feng Yao was also a little uncertain. After thinking, he said, "The power of the red-gold sword light is not fake. It did make your top-grade defensive magic weapon dented. If the six sword lights came out..."

He didn't continue to speak. If the six sword lights came out at the same time, it might be impossible to stop them.

"Could it be an illusion..."

The more Wan Zhong thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He said, "The first three red-gold sword lights are real, and the last six are illusions that confuse the eyes..."

"Feng Daoyou, you have been guarding the Wind-Eating Gorge for half a year. Have any cultivators who have completed the foundation building entered?"

"No, my black bee beast is best at smelling. I can guarantee that no one has entered or left in half a year, and the breath of that casual cultivator has been lingering in the depths of the Wind-Eating Gorge." Feng Yao shook his head.

"That's it, that person is that guy, let's go in and kill him." Wan Zhong waved his palm, and the red dragon flag in the storage bag flew out. He pinched it in his palm, and spiritual power poured in. A red dragon phantom suddenly circled around. He snorted coldly, "Now that the power of the fierce wind has weakened, we don't have to be restrained. Take advantage of the formation to seal the earth and rush in directly to kill that guy..."

After Wan Zhong finished speaking, he rushed into the fierce wind in an instant.

Seeing this, Feng Yao sighed, sacrificed his spiritual weapon and rushed in.

Boom! Boom!

Within three breaths, a white figure and a green figure flew out from the howling wind one after the other.

The corners of their mouths were bleeding, and their faces were full of disbelief.