Chapter 886

Clouds are dark, winds are biting, angry waves of pine trees fill the valley.

The Pine Wave Mountain Range stretches for three thousand miles.

It is the place where the Nascent Soul family, the Feng family, rose to power.

Countless tall pine trees stand among them, and when the strong wind blows, the pine waves are like the waves of the ocean.

This day.

In the thousands of pine forests, waves of sound rose again.

Listening carefully, it was not the wind hitting the pine forest, but streaks of light rising one after another from the mountain forest.

A huge cloud boat circled in the void, waiting quietly.

A moment later, three figures appeared together.

Ten thousand cultivators bowed and saluted the leader of the three without hesitation.

"See the Supreme Elder!"

Feng Buyan stroked his beard and looked at this scene with satisfaction.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, Fellow Daoist Yang, how are my Feng family children?"

An old man with a goat beard saw this and praised: "The morale is high, full of confidence, and they have a sense of pride. Brother Feng, you have managed this Feng family quite well!"

Feng Buyan laughed, "The Dao is arduous, and it is difficult to advance an inch, so Feng can only put his mind into cultivating the younger generation."

While speaking, he glanced at another bald man.

Wearing a white monk's robe, although his figure was thin, his face was extremely handsome.

If it weren't for the scars on the top of his head, he would be a rare handsome man in the world.

At this moment, the other party's eyelids drooped, and he turned a blind eye to the spectacular scene of ten thousand cultivators riding the clouds and mist, as if it couldn't arouse his interest at all.

Feng Buyan frowned, did not seek the other party's praise, but waved his hand.

"Children, set off!"

"Target, Wind-Thunder Gorge!"

Following his order, thousands of Feng family disciples responded in unison.

"Yes!"

The vast sound actually pressed the pine forest covering the mountains and plains down by a head.

One cloud boat after another started quickly, and streaks of light echoed each other, approaching Wind-Thunder Gorge, which was not too far away, quickly.

On the largest cloud boat in the middle, Feng Buyan was introducing the general situation of Wind-Thunder Gorge to the two helpers he had invited.

"This place was originally the territory of my Feng family, but because the terrain is sinister and there is no special output, my Feng family didn't send anyone to manage it."

"About a few hundred years ago, some desperate people hid inside and gradually became a climate."

"That Brother Minglei brat is one of them."

"His realm is not high, just a Nascent Soul who has just entered. At that time, the three of us will attack together and take him down in an instant!"

Daoist Yang pinched his goat beard and asked suspiciously: "According to Brother Feng, a mere early Nascent Soul

cultivator, why do we need the three of us to attack together?"

Feng Buyan smiled: "Cave Master Brother Minglei is not enough to fear, but Wind-Thunder Gorge is too steep. And the terrain is special, faintly echoing Cave Master Brother Minglei, if we really fight him inside, even my fourth-layer Nascent Soul realm is prone to accidents. And..."

Speaking of this, he showed a steady look.

"After this person formed the Nascent Soul, he went out to travel, and it is rumored that he met many powerhouses. Even, he participated in a gathering held by powerhouses of the Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance, I'm afraid he will invite some tricky characters to add variables to this trip."

Hearing the name "Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance", Daoist Yang couldn't help but gasp.

"Is it the Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance that specializes in opposing the Life-Death Gate, has been constantly provoking in recent years, and has successively swallowed up many territories of the Life-Death Gate outside?"

Feng Buyan nodded, his face solemn.

"Yes! It seems Brother Yang also knows about this force that suddenly rose mysteriously within three hundred years!"

Daoist Yang's expression moved slightly: "How could I not know, it is rumored that there are countless experts in it, just the Nascent Soul generation like us, there are two hands full. Especially those people, their temperaments are strange, they don't make a move, but once they do, they must kill with all their strength, which is really hard to contact."

Southern Border cultivators have a saying that their temperaments are strange.

Being able to let a native Daoist Yang evaluate it like this, one can see how perverted the experts in the Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance have become.

The white-robed monk who had been silent became interested instead.

"Little monk has been in this Southern Border for a while, but I haven't heard of any Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance, to what extent is their power? That Life-Death Gate is the only Soul Transformation holy land in the Southern Border, the Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance actually dares to constantly provoke them, what is their confidence?"

Feng Buyan and Daoist Yang looked at each other and spoke one after another.

"Where the confidence lies, we don't know either."

"But what they have done has indeed long exceeded the imagination of ordinary forces. You should know about the Southern Ocean, right? It is also called the Gu Ocean, and it is the cradle for the breeding of many rare Gu insects. And now, of the three safe entrances to the Southern Ocean, one of them has been occupied by them. You must know that the three major entrances to the Southern Ocean have always been controlled by the Life-Death Gate."

Hearing that the entrance to the Southern Ocean was controlled by the Fierce Mountain Fierce Alliance, a strange look appeared on the white-robed monk's face.

Just as the three were chatting, the Feng family's main force got closer and closer to Wind-Thunder Gorge.

A distance of ten thousand miles is extremely long for low-level cultivators.

But under the operation of a large number of cloud boats, it only took half a day to arrive at the vast plain outside Wind-Thunder Gorge.

Boom!

As the rumbling sound rang out, one cloud boat after another landed on the plain, splashing a large amount of dust.

One big drum after another was taken out, and under the beating of big men with bare upper bodies

?? emitted a sound full of fighting spirit.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The war drums rumbled, passing into the steep Wind-Thunder Gorge.

Even the rogue cultivators who were deep in seclusion were awakened at this moment.

One figure after another walked out of their cave dwellings silently, and after looking at each other, they took out their own magic treasures and guarded the steep strongholds everywhere in Wind-Thunder Gorge.

Cave Master Brother Minglei had told them about the Feng family coveting Wind-Thunder Gorge a long time ago.

"If you want to continue to be poor rogue cultivators who drift in all directions and have no place to stand, you can leave."

"But if you still want to continue to cultivate in this Wind-Thunder Gorge, free and unfettered, without being controlled by anyone, then you have to do something for it."

"When the great enemy comes, if you are still shrinking in the cave dwelling. No matter what the result is, this Cave Master will not tolerate such people after the battle!"

This is not to say that the words were not warned in advance.

Either contribute together, or get out.

Those who try to enjoy the fruits of others' labor, just wait for the liquidation after the battle!

With the divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator, one can naturally feel the movement in Wind-Thunder Gorge.

Feng Buyan shook his head, "They still don't want to come out for a battle, intending to defend Wind-Thunder Gorge to the death."

The war drums were still rumbling, but no one responded.

To take down Wind-Thunder Gorge, it seems that we can only enter and forcibly attack.

Feng Buyan looked at his descendants who were full of fighting spirit but still had a few looks of awe in their eyes, and felt a little conflicted.

Forcibly rushing in, I don't know how many Feng family children will die!

Daoist Yang is also a master of one side, seeing his scruples, suggested with a smile: "Why don't the three of us make a move together and force that Cave Master Brother Minglei out? He is the co-master of the thirty-six caves of Wind-Thunder Gorge, if he is defeated, the remaining rogue cultivators are just a mob, presumably they will not resist stubbornly. Your Feng family descendants can also reduce a lot of damage."

Feng Buyan's eyes lit up.

"Good!"

Afterward, without waiting for the other white-robed monk to agree, he stepped out of the crowd.

"Let this old man make the first move!"

After speaking, under the gaze of everyone, he took out a gorgeous fan and injected magic power into it.

Then he waved it fiercely toward Wind-Thunder Gorge.

Hu...

A huge tornado appeared out of thin air and rushed into Wind-Thunder Gorge with an unstoppable momentum.

At this moment!

Crack!

A falling lightning as thick as a water bucket descended abruptly, hitting the tornado directly, causing it to collapse in an instant.

Feng Buyan's divine sense spread, and he locked onto the person who made the move.

"Cave Master Brother Minglei, you are also a powerhouse, hiding your head and showing your tail like this is detrimental to the demeanor of a True Person!"

From Wind-Thunder Gorge, came bursts of thunder.

"Yes, you have demeanor, you have already hit someone else's doorstep."

Feng Buyan laughed, "This Wind-Thunder Gorge has been the territory of my Feng family since ancient times, you are just occupying the magpie's nest. In the past, considering that it was not easy for you low-level rogue cultivators to cultivate, this old man tolerated it. But now that you have attained the Nascent Soul realm, you should understand the truth that others cannot sleep soundly beside the bed, take the initiative to leave, and you and I can still maintain three points of face."

Cave Master Brother Minglei sneered, "What a 'since ancient times', if you want Wind-Thunder Gorge, then come in and take it!"

Feng Buyan's face became solemn.

"Do you really think this old man dare not go in?"

While speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already floating in Wind-Thunder Gorge.

The fan shook lightly, the bone-scraping and flesh-piercing Blade Wind dissipated one after another, and formed a majestic tornado attacking somewhere.

Cave Master Brother Minglei appeared suddenly, his chest and abdomen bulged slightly, and he exhaled.

"Scatter!"

The thunder reappeared, directly crushing the tornado.

Not only that, streaks of thunder and lightning spread from the void, forming beams of light, sprinkling toward Feng Buyan.

Feng Buyan sneered, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and those thunder lights were like headless flies, falling into empty space.

"Too slow!"

But the next moment, a figure appeared behind him, and a flying sword stabbed directly at his heart.

Feng Buyan's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly changed his figure again.

But the flying sword followed like a shadow, and not only that, Cave Master Brother Minglei's figure also followed him closely.

Every time there was a chase and change, a large amount of thunder light and electricity flickered incessantly.

"No, how could you keep up with this old man's escape speed?"

In anger, Feng Buyan couldn't believe it.

What he was most confident in was his escape technique.

The reason he dared to have ideas about Wind-Thunder Gorge was also because he had the confidence that he could advance and retreat.

But if his escape technique was seen through, then this Wind-Thunder Gorge would completely become the other party's home field.

Cave Master Brother Minglei didn't speak, just followed him closely, constantly performing attacks, drawing the thunder all over the sky.

From the outside, the current Wind-Thunder Gorge seemed like a heavenly tribulation descending.

Although the attack intensity was not high, the frequency was astonishing.

Occasionally hitting once, Feng Buyan's body would be filled with a large amount of silvery-white electric light.

Even if he used magic power to remove it quickly, the numbness gradually coming from his body made his magic power operation less and less smooth.

If this continues, let alone being defeated, whether he can save his life and retreat is a matter of two things.

Suddenly!

"Two fellow Daoists, why don't you make a move yet?"

In the void, came a sigh.

"A rogue cultivator, actually able to do this, is really amazing. Unfortunately, not knowing the current affairs, today you will fall here, what a pity, what a pity."

Daoist Yang appeared with emotion, and a wooden staff pointed toward Cave Master Brother Minglei.

The wooden staff flickered with green light, and it looked quite extraordinary at first glance.

After pointing out, there was even more piercing power.

Cave Master Brother Minglei's expression changed slightly, but he didn't use the Lightning Flash Technique to dodge forcibly, watching the wooden staff point at himself.

Seeing this scene, Daoist Yang couldn't help but feel strange in his heart.

"So bold, could it be that he has reliance?"

The next moment!

A strange change occurred!

A green giant hand, entwined with wind and thunder, suddenly appeared in the void, blocking the top of Cave Master Brother Minglei's head.

Afterward, it grabbed toward the sharp wooden staff with an irresistible momentum.

Intending to grasp!

"Are there helpers?" Daoist Yang's doubts were answered, but this was not unexpected, after all, Feng Buyan had mentioned this before coming.

He just showed a sneer.

His own treasure staff, after hundreds of years of cultivation, had long since advanced to the level of a true artifact.

If dealt with by a magic treasure, it might be fine.

But just by relying on a palm, wanting to take it, that is looking for death!

In his line of sight, the wooden staff and the giant hand finally came into contact.

Du!

A strange sound was emitted, and ripples swayed.

Daoist Yang's heart trembled, "No!"

He was about to withdraw his own treasure staff, but the unparalleled giant force, no matter how he urged his magic power, could not recall his natal magic treasure.

Thinking of a certain possibility, he couldn't help but be furious.

"Don't!"

"Humph!"

In the void, came a cold hum.

The next moment.

The green giant hand closed suddenly.

Crack!

"Return it to you!"

Two streams of light flew back.

Daoist Yang hurriedly dodged, and after finally stabilizing his body, he could not control the severe pain in his divine soul.

He opened his mouth and spat.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood containing vigorous magic power was spat out.

Those two streams of light, only then revealed their original appearance alone.

It was his natal treasure staff!

Just one contact, his treasure was forcibly broken into two pieces?

In terror, Daoist Yang couldn't help but look at the visitor.

A man wearing black armor with a yellow crown and golden feathers stood in the void, wind and thunder raged around him but it was difficult to get close, a pair of black eyes, as if ignoring or as if despising

looking at him.

"Who are you?" Daoist Yang asked subconsciously in anger.

The black-armored man loosened his fist and said lightly: "This seat does not change his name, does not change his surname, Ba Xiu Qi Tian is me!"

Mixing outside, identities are all given by oneself.

If one can match the corresponding performance, then the persuasiveness is beyond doubt.

Even Cave Master Brother Minglei, who had contact with Luo Chen, couldn't help but jump his eyelids when he saw this.

He knew Daoist Yang, he was also a long-standing Nascent Soul.

But after just one exchange, his natal magic treasure was damaged in the other party's hands.

To what extent has this Qi Tian's body cultivation realm reached?

But at the moment, he couldn't care about speculating on these, but said loudly: "Feng Buyan, this is the helper I invited, look at how he compares to the one you invited?"

Feng Buyan's lips were dry, and he looked at Daoist Yang who had retreated to his side.

The other party shook his head in terror.

"This person is fierce, cannot be fought!"

"No!" Feng Buyan said sharply, "We still have one more person!"

At this moment.

A majestic blade Qi, from outside the gorge, slashed across the air!

Luo Chen turned around suddenly, and without hesitation, closed his hands together.

In the void, two giant hands appeared at the same time, clamping the blade Qi tightly in the palms.

But this blade Qi was quite strange, with two extreme forces constantly erupting inside, constantly eliminating the giant hands transformed by Luo Chen's source power.

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, "Demonic Qi? Buddha Qi?"

Afterward, his expression became extremely ferocious.

"I don't care what Qi you are!"

Source power in the body, surging out majestically.

A pair of flesh palms expanded even more, merging with the source power giant hands into one.

Like a millstone crushing, a twist of the palm.

Boom!

The terrifying blade Qi collapsed instantly.

Not only that, Luo Chen slapped a palm with anger toward the outside of the gorge.

The shocking giant palm broke through the air for a hundred feet, like a hand of extinction, slapping toward the ants on the ground.

A bell sound rang out.

Dong...

The distant and long bell sound echoed incessantly.

After the giant palm dissipated and the dust was brushed away, a white and handsome figure came into view.

Luo Chen flew out of Wind-Thunder Gorge slowly, staring at the white-robed monk.

"Tell me, your name!"