The wind is howling.

After the cyan beast crystal exploded, a mysterious power permeated the void, controlling the swept wind within a radius of ten zhang, so on the empty beach, there was a "wind domain" raging by the wind.

At this time, Murong's body was swept to the center of the wind domain, about five zhang from the ground, and was bearing the constant impact of the wind sweeping in all directions.

The wind tore at his body, and the bloodstained clothes on his body were torn to pieces, revealing dense scars on his body, and blood was constantly gushing out, looking extremely miserable.

"Ahh

It hurts so much!

The intense pain eroded Murong's nerves, making him unconsciously let out a terrible roar, and the whole person was in a daze, but in the boundless pain, he couldn't even faint, he could only desperately urge the little remaining yuan force in his body, trying his best to protect his body.

Murong never imagined that he would be reduced to such a situation in an instant.

The wind-shrouded area, like a natural cage, has become a Jedi, and he is trapped in it, suffering inhuman torture, and there is no way to escape!

The Yuan Force in his body was rapidly depleted, and Murong became more and more anxious.

He knew that once his Yuan Power was exhausted, he would no longer be able to resist the impact of the strong wind from all directions, and he was afraid that in an instant, he would be broken into pieces and his soul would be broken.

What to do?

The boy struggled to stand up, but found that under the pressure of the ubiquitous wind, he couldn't even move, and in the end, he could only give up the struggle and silently wait for death to come.

At the same time, not far from the sandy beach.

The old servant looked at Murong, who was almost no longer human, his eyes were about to split, he clenched his fists tightly, and the green tendons on his arms burst out, and he wanted to rush to the rescue immediately, but he was pulled by Meng Nan and couldn't break free at all.

"Save people, I beg you, Teacher Meng, save the young patriarch, he is your student, how can you bear ......?"

In the end, the old servant couldn't stand it anymore, the old man burst into tears, looked at Meng Nan and said sadly, his words were full of pleading.

Meng Nan was unmoved, calmly looked at the raging wind domain not far away, and said, "Mu Lao, you believe me, I won't let Murong have an accident." You feel this wind domain again, that kind of power...... It's magical!"

"Huh?"

The old servant was slightly stunned, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked at the wind region not far away again.

"Huh, this is ......."

After all, he is a strong man in the Guiyuan Realm, even if he can't use the Yuan Force, but his eyesight is still there, he just cared about it before, and he didn't pay attention to it, but this time, he observed it quietly, and suddenly saw a hint of clues.

In the raging wind, there was a mysterious fluctuation that instantly attracted the attention of the old servant.

"This ...... Is it the mood?"

"Whoa, the eight-legged beast's beast crystal actually contains the power of artistic conception?"

"How is this possible?"

The old servant was moved, and exclaimed in disbelief.

The eight-legged beast is only a third-level sea beast, how can it be possible to comprehend the power of the mysterious artistic conception!

"That's right, it's the power of artistic conception!"

Meng Nan nodded slightly, "This eight-legged beast, I'm afraid it also has a lot of creation, and it actually integrates a wisp of wind artistic conception into the beast crystal, and even has a tendency to form the origin of the wind, but it's a pity that it was killed by Murong, but before he died, he exploded the beast crystal, so that the power of the artistic conception exploded, and the wonder of the wind domain in front of him was formed." ”

"What do you mean......"

"Hehe, don't you think that the wind domain in front of you is an excellent place to comprehend the artistic conception of the wind? This is an opportunity, if Murong has enough comprehension to comprehend the artistic conception of the wind, then his future will be limitless!"

"Shhhh

The old servant took a deep breath, a touch of shock flashed across his face, his cultivation has reached the level of the five heavens of the Guiyuan Realm, and he has a deep understanding of the artistic conception, of course, he knows the magic of the power of the artistic conception, and at the same time he also understands how difficult it is to comprehend the artistic conception, and how many martial artists stop in the Tiangang Realm because they can't comprehend the existence of the artistic conception.

If what Meng Nan said can really be realized, then ...... Wouldn't the young patriarch be able to comprehend the artistic conception in the realm of gods?

Oh, my God!

What is the concept of comprehending the artistic conception of the spiritual realm?

Talented?

No, the degree of this kind of evil is difficult to measure with the word genius.

It's a monster!

Throughout the entire history of the Sea Clan, no one can do it, even if you look at the whole world, I'm afraid it is only a handful!

It turned out that Meng Nan's intention was to hope that the young patriarch could comprehend the artistic conception of the wind!

If the young patriarch can really do it......

As soon as he thought of this, the old servant suddenly became excited, "Teacher Meng, how sure are you?"

"Sure?"

Meng Nan smiled, "No." I can only guarantee that Murong will survive, as for the rest, it depends on his own creation. ”

“......”

The old servant fell silent, his eyes looking at Murong in the distance without blinking for a moment, and a trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"Come on, young patriarch!"

"I'm sure you'll do it!"

While speaking, in the Wind Domain, Murong was about to reach his limit, and seeing that the Yuan Power in his body was about to be consumed, Murong was completely desperate.

was about to open his mouth to ask for help, but at this moment, Meng Nan's eyes narrowed not far away.

Call!

He raised his right hand slightly, and in an instant, a pure and righteous qi surged out, heading straight for Murong, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of dozens of zhang and fell on Murong's body.

"The wind is not untraceable. ”

"Calm down and experience!"

At the same time, a gentle voice sounded in Murong's ears.

"Teacher ......"

In a daze, Murong woke up in shock, and immediately found that his body was supported by a gentle force, and he sat up in the raging wind in an instant, and the endless strong wind hit, but it was silently dissolved by the heroic righteousness that lingered on him.

"Meditation?"

His heart moved slightly, the teacher must have his intentions in doing this, what he has to do is to believe unconditionally, but, how to meditate?

With his mind turning, Murong suddenly took a deep breath, moved his limbs with difficulty, crossed his knees in the wind, assumed a posture of five hearts to the sky, closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"The teacher said that the wind is not traceless, so doesn't that mean that as long as I can capture the trajectory of the wind, I can get out of the current predicament?"

Gradually, he calmed down, his mind sinking into an ethereal, silently feeling the pervasive wind.