Chapter 383 Wind-type vortex

Feng Yang secretly shouted, "It's not good, this old guy is obviously following him all the time, otherwise he wouldn't have caught him at such a critical moment."

"Senior! I do know a little bit of formation, but I can't be considered a high-level formation master. Please let me go first, and if I don't let go, I'll die."

Feng Yang had a little difficulty in breathing, and he had been supporting himself with pills. Now that he was caught by the other party, his brain was almost pulled away.

"It seems that I'm a heavy move. In fact, no matter whether you are a high-level formation master or not, as long as you can take me into here."

The man is a powerful god of thought. He has no gains when he comes here several times. When he sees this little Nascent Soul ant walking by him, he attracts the attention of this person.

"Senior, please rest assured, you will definitely do what you said." Feng Yang saw that the other party let him go, and hurriedly took out a pill and put it into his mouth.

"So good." The man nodded with a smile.

"Senior, I did find a gap by accident, but I was not sure about the road to it. If there is any mistake, please forgive me."

Feng Yang said the truth. Faced with such powerful Feng Yang must tell ugly things first.

"Yes! I am very easy-going and not a person who kills innocent people." The man nodded slightly.

Just as the old man finished speaking, an old man who transformed the gods rushed up behind him, holding a compass and a long sword in his hand.

"Do you guys have any discoveries? We can share it." The old man obviously found that there was a breakthrough here, so he wanted to come and win.

"Get away!" Hearing that the god-transforming monk wanted to join in the fun, the god-minding monk shouted loudly.

"Senior, I am a level 5 formation master. It will be difficult for you to go on without me here. If we work together to find the space to enter the third floor, there may be a little chance."

The god-transforming monk also knew that the other party was a powerful god, so he took the lead in telling his identity.

"Get out! I'm a level 5 formation master? I can do you?" Bang! The cultivator of the God of Mind has long been impatient and reached out and punched him.

Although the strength was very strong, there was not much explosive power. After a punch, the old man who transformed the god fell directly to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood, but his body was not blown out.

At this moment, the incarnation monk quickly rolled out and moved out, fearing that the power of the God of Mind will give him some more.

Feng Yang was shocked when he saw this guy's tricks and said, "Is this what you said to be very easy-going?"

"My friend, let's go in!" The monk of the Immortal God turned his face and changed his smile and said to Feng Yang.

"Senior, please come with me." Feng Yang had no intention of playing tricks at this moment. He finally encountered the gap in front of him. If he didn't go in at this time, it would probably be difficult for him to find it.

Seeing Feng Yang stepping in, the monk of the Mind God did not grab Feng Yang's neck, his hands were not idle either. He pressed Feng Yang's shoulder and walked in.

"Ah?" Feng Yang felt an endless stream of gravity suppressing him as soon as he entered here. He sat on the ground, without the heart to look around.

The monk of the Mind God who followed behind could not control this energy at this time, so he quickly gritted his teeth. At this moment, he didn't care whether Feng Yang would run away or not. He tried all his energy to resist the pressure here. Now it is very difficult to take a step.

Feng Yang quickly sat cross-legged and blocked his dantian with his true energy. As long as he kept the dantian forever, he would not have any worries about his life. As for the sea of ​​consciousness, he didn't have to think about it, because at this time Feng Yang had already felt that the creation stars were being repaired.

It took a full hour to keep the pressure from killing himself.

A whirlwind came, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which made Feng Yang feel a little cold. At this moment, Feng Yang began to look at the space in front of him.

This space area should be very large and has no margin at all. Feng Yang's vision can be controlled at about dozens of feet.

These floral fragrances are likely to be the fragrance of Yufenghua.

"Sidewind Whirlwind?" At this time, Feng Yang instantly saw the vortex not far away, which immediately surprised Feng Yang.

This vortex is where the Yufenghua falls. That is to say, as long as you sit in the vortex position, there is a great possibility that the Yufenghua will appear.

There is another more important question, that is, we can understand the wind rules here.

Thinking of this, Feng Yang gritted his teeth and walked forward, controlling the tone in his body. As long as he did not relax, he would not vomit blood and die.

Feng Yang has never encountered such a space. There is wind in such a powerful world of gravity. I have to say that these winds are really extraordinary.

Crack! Crack! After just three steps forward, Feng Yang felt a crack in his leg bones.

Feng Yang was so scared that he quickly swallowed a few bone-repair pills, and then walked forward with great care again. Even if he broke a few more bones, he didn't need to sit on the vortex.

Only by experiencing the energy of the wind-type law here can you walk out alive. Otherwise, let alone finding gaps in the formation, even walking a hundred or eighty meters is a luxury.

I don’t know how long it took, when the fifth bone shattered in Feng Yang’s body finally arrived at the position of the vortex. Feng Yang knew that he could finally take a breath.

"My friend! Don't worry."

The speaker is the powerful god of thought who regulates his breathing and meditates.

At this moment, the monk of the Immortal God rushed behind Feng Yang in one step and grabbed Feng Yang's shoulder. Then he watched the monk of the Immortal God step forward and stood in the vortex position.

"I don't know if I can realize a little bit of the wind law." The monk of the Immortal God smiled reluctantly, and then slowly sat down cross-legged.

Feng Yang's chest churned in an instant, and he almost vomited blood. This was definitely a rhythm of being angry to death. He finally risked his life to find a place to live, and now he is occupied by the old guy.

It is common sense to be angry to death here.

But so what? Are you trying to fight for him? That is the rhythm of seeking death, unless you don’t want to survive.

Forget it! As long as you don’t die, there is a way out. Feng Yang is planning to take a few steps to see. It’s best if you can find the next whirlwind. If you can’t find it, you can recover your strength first.

Feng Yang slowly turned his body, and his teeth chewed.

"Stop, you're waiting for me here. When I'm leaving for a while, I need to let you take me out." As he said that, the monk Mind God reached out and grabbed Feng Yang.

"Senior, can you tell me a little conscience? I have brought you here, and you have snatched away the whirlpool you have found with great effort. Now you still want me to meditate with you here. Are you really treating me as a slave to the dog?"

If Feng Yang hadn't had the strength, he would have thought of a way to destroy this person at this time.

"I don't have the conscience to slap you to death now. I think you dare to move another step? I will slap you to death the next moment." The monk Mind God's voice suddenly became cold.
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