The space of Tongjie has always been a mysterious space, and no one dares to explore it. Since thousands of years ago, a man named Xingkong Wujun developed a short-distance space spell.

The eight great martial kings of that year obtained the magic weapon to open up planes in an exploration, thus forming these eight "low" planes of dynasty small continents.

But the space of the world has always been a mystery. Even the masters today will not eat too much to investigate. Everyone knows that Wu Jun will die instantly when he enters. According to legend, the great master of the Martial Saint dare not stay in it for long.

But in this world space, for the first time in a thousand years, someone survived without tools.

He is Ye Feng!

He was completely wrapped in an unprecedented storm, which could easily cut off the body of the powerful Wu Jun. The ancient primitive and wrinkled wind did not cut off Ye Feng in these six months.

All the clothes on his body were cut into powder, but his body was intact and he slept in the storm for six months.

“Where is this?”

The chaotic space, the world is nothing, becoming a black particle of light. When Ye Feng opened his eyes, he was in the eyes of the storm, stopping in the white and black storm that was moving forward.

If it is a timid person, he will be scared to death by the terrifying scene of the storm composed of countless billions of particles.

"Where am I? Is it dead?" Ye Feng often decomposes metal. He is not terrifying about the rotating storm composed of countless particles, but is shocked, shocking its hugeness and rotation speed.

"Actually, you fell into the Tongdi space six months ago. I thought you were sure to be dead. You know, I didn't dare to come in back then!" Xiao Mo's figure in Ye Feng's brain sounded faintly.

"Xiao Mo, I've been in there for six months? Oh, where is my clothes?"

Ye Feng looked down and saw that Xiao Ye Feng was standing proudly, his body was naked and his body was clearly visible.

"Yes, it's been six months! I don't dare to come out, and I will be crushed into pieces as soon as I come out. Ye Feng's space storm has the word "wind", which means that he belongs to the wind of space. You can only feel it with your own holy vein, and thus discover..." Xiao Mo only has so much understanding, and the rest is only for Ye Feng to feel it.

"call!"

Standing in the Eye of the Storm, except for the rotating particle storm, the outside was completely chaotic and dark, and Ye Feng could feel that if he left the space storm, the space through the realm was full of wrinkles and broken forces, and he could not breathe at all, because the wind of space could also provide Ye Feng with breathing.

"Is the only thing you can explore is the space storm?" The naked Ye Feng didn't feel cold, but he was a young man. Even if he was empty, Ye Feng would feel a little embarrassed.

"Crack! This is nothing wrong!" Ye Feng could actually move in the storm with swimming movements. Looking at the sky, the jade sign was not damaged and immediately grabbed me in his hand.

"Squeak squeak..." The subtle voice seemed to be like a mouse talking.

Looking around and there was nothing in the storm, "Who?"

"Squeak!" The friction sound of particles colliding slowly echoed in Ye Feng's ears, and the sound slowly changed from "Squeak", "Hello, hello!"

Ye Feng was shocked. The voice was small but clear, "Hello? Who are you?"

"...The elves of wind, we are the elves of space wind..." Ye Feng could not hear the weak voice without listening carefully.

"Wind of Space?"

"Yes!" A group of particles circling around Ye Feng, just like they liked. Ye Feng was their favorite object for thousands of years. As long as they approached him, their bodies would be comfortable, otherwise they would have destroyed Ye Feng long ago.

These are high-level elves without much wisdom. The reason why they are high-level elves is that space elves are rare species, and they are also rare elves in Space Storm. They can have powerful damage and defense power, but they are single-celled organisms...

"Can you send me out of this transit space?" Ye Feng saw a glimmer of hope.

"...We can't say it, but we have a request, maybe we can help you out!" The huge sky-storm suddenly shrank into a huge spherical shape surrounding Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, agree! Promise them quickly. These space storm elves are nothing more than because your holy vein makes them comfortable and want to follow you. If they leave this realm space, they may turn into a substance to contain it on your body. In other words, their wind power will belong to you and will also depend on your body. Such a good thing will never be possible for many people to reincarnate for ten lifetimes!" Xiao Mo almost urinated excitedly...

Ye Feng nodded and said to the surrounding particles, "Okay, your request is to follow my body, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Particles were excited!

"Okay! Then come on, what should I do?" Ye Feng's words just fell, and the space storm particles went crazy, drilling into Ye Feng's body like light.

"Ah!" Ye Feng screamed, not the special communication that had penetrated into it, but a huge force, the violent underworld energy and the power of the raging storm all poured into Ye Feng's body.

"Ye Feng's Holy Vein and the Heavenly Vein are fully opened!"

"Open it all!" Ye Feng absorbed it wildly, but this power was too powerful. Ye Feng's body could no longer merge with such a violent force, and the holy vein had reached a saturation.

"Peng!" A golden light flashed, and thirty veins completely opened, and the golden light slowly turned into a faint green light.

With the breath of Emperor Wu, Ye Feng's qi and meridian capacity increased immediately, and the absorption power was increased several times. As the capacity was larger, the capacity of the absorbed wind became larger.

The third time Ye Feng's body was undergoing reinforcement, and a magical black and white particle essence was incorporated into his bones, which was swallowed by his blood.

"Peng!"

The green aura became stronger, and Ye Feng opened the 31st vein and instantly broke through to the first level of the Martial Emperor.

"Peng!" The rocket plane...

At the second level of the Martial Emperor, the powerful force directly broke through Ye Feng's 32nd vein, but it had not absorbed all the winds in the space storm.

"Squeak squeak..." These particles suddenly changed. After sending the power of wind out of Ye Feng's body, they overflowed from Ye Feng's hair and slowly merged into a piece of clothing.

"Bang!"

Ye Feng's aura rushed to the fifth level of the Martial Emperor and stopped. Moreover, his holy vein is now super saturated, so he can do it again, but Ye Feng forced himself to stop to adapt to the Martial Emperor's state first. Moreover, his holy metal heavenly vein has not yet learned the Martial Law, which is not conducive to his future development.

"Is this clothing? Is the remaining storm particles fused?"

Ye Feng touched his top and pants, and it was exactly the same as when he came in, but it felt completely different.

"Buzz!" Suddenly, the clothes on Ye Feng's body changed, and the brocade clothes that changed from black to white also had dragon-patterned gold edges on them.
Chapter completed!