Wind trace secret skill!
Ye QingHan picks his eyebrows. It seems that he has heard the name somewhere, but he really can''t remember what secret technique it is for a moment.
"Brother ye, what do you think? The trace of the wind represents the fastest speed in the world, faster than lightning, faster than thunder and faster than light. Once it is completed, it can travel thousands of miles without trace, across the world and several times faster than the ROC soaring up to 90000 miles!" said Fu Que''er excitedly.
Ye QingHan suddenly realized that he had seen this secret skill in the secret history of killing the divine world. Unfortunately, he only took it in one stroke and knew little about the trace of the wind.
"Put it away. Now that you have a murderous witch spear, you can repair the war formula. With the secret art of wind trace, you can sweep one side." ye QingHan nodded.
Ye QingHan took away all the battle spears. Even the refining furnace was taken away by him. The production que son didn''t stop him and let him take it.
They looked around the main hall and found that most of the treasures had disappeared in the long river of history, and the secret arts, including weapons, had disappeared.
The main hall suffered a terrible blow. Only the tool refining room was not damaged, and other places were in ruins. They left the main hall, went to the open space outside, gathered with the people, and found that most people got nothing, and their faces were particularly ugly.
"You all go back and make good preparations. Now that the seal of ancestral land has been broken, we are already in the endless universe. We will meet strong challenges anytime and anywhere, and even lead to forbidden area dead spirits. Don''t be caught off guard this time, so that the scene of that year can reappear!" producer Que''er said in a deep voice, trying to distract everyone.
Seeing that there was no more good, they all retreated one after another, leaving only the production saint, the production dragon and the tiger baby standing aside. The production Saint seemed to be old for thousands of years. He raised his eyes and looked at ye QingHan and the production Que''er. He wanted to talk and stopped several times. He didn''t know what to do.
The producer sighed and youyou said, "Grandpa, we''re all right. We won''t blame you. Go back."
But he dared not leave. He looked pitifully at ye QingHan, obviously hoping to get his approval.
Ye QingHan sneered and didn''t want to give birth to Que''er. He said, "go back, elder. I''ll take it as if yesterday didn''t happen."
The production Saint sighed and left. The production dragon looked at the back of the production saint, smiled bitterly, and said to ye QingHan and the production que son, "sister, brother-in-law, grandpa is confused. Don''t blame him. I''ll go first. You two talk slowly."
The mad dragon didn''t look at their faces and dragged the tiger baby away.
Huwa screamed and wanted to communicate with ye QingHan again. She didn''t have a chance.
Ye QingHan and Du Que''er smiled at each other, and then they were silent.
The seal of ancestral land was broken, which disrupted their plan. Ye QingHan''s heart is like an arrow to return, and the birth que Er can feel it.
Ye QingHan really feels like an arrow to return home, but it''s dangerous to let production Que''er face the whole witch family alone. The eight witch departments may not be willing to bow down and be subordinated. I''m afraid a production dragon alone can''t cover production Que''er.
"Do you want to leave?" she asked softly.
"Well, I''ve been away for too long. I''m worried that something might happen to Kuangzong." ye QingHan nodded and didn''t hide anything. Moreover, he left Ye Huang for too long. He had to go back and have a look, at least to make sure she was safe.
"Well... You go back." the producer didn''t ask her to stay, and even took the initiative to say, "don''t mention me to my sister-in-law, just think I haven''t appeared."
Ye QingHan smiles bitterly. How can this kind of thing not happen? If it really didn''t happen, wouldn''t it owe too much to the producers? Two lives!
"Take away the secret art of wind trace." producer Que''er generously handed the secret art of wind trace iron roll to ye QingHan, and passed the memory of ancient sorcery to him, so he stepped aside and was very calm, as if he didn''t want to give up at all.
Ye QingHan sighed. The more this is the case, the more it shows that she loves herself crazily. She can love regardless of everything. It''s too unfair for her to leave like this, but take it back. How can she explain to Ye Huang? The witch clan can''t let itself take her.
Open the secret art of the trace of the wind. The beginning is that the wind is extremely fast. Chasing the trace of the wind can reach the end of the limit.
The profound meaning of the wind originates from nature and is detached from nature. The trace of the wind exists in the universe, but it has no shape. The heart and the wind follow. Everywhere the eyes sweep is the field, which is also the God of the wind.
……
It looks like a simple iron scroll, which also depicts several human actions.
"Qi goes through the elixir field, runs through the strange meridians, burns the acupoints of Jiulong, and erupts between your legs. God agrees with heaven. Considering the eight wastelands of the universe, the profound meaning of the wind is in your heart. Ten thousand laws can not be imprisoned, heaven and earth can not be bound. Step on the wind, the wind has no trace, and people have no trace..."
Ye QingHan read the iron scroll hungrily, and his heart gradually calmed down.
"Where is the wind?" whispered ye QingHan. The secret technique of wind trace is an iron scroll with few words. Talking about a few words, the Dragon flies and the phoenix dance, as if it contains the profound meaning of the wind.
Production Que''er was stunned. He had never seen ye QingHan lose his temper like this.
Ye QingHan gets up and whispers all the time. Where is the wind? It seems that he is possessed and unconsciously goes to the outside world.
"Brother ye?" producer Que''er tried to pull ye QingHan, but he was directly pushed away by his momentum.
Ye QingHan walked out of the underground world. Facing the breeze, he rolled his clothes, explored the sky with ten fingers, looked for the trace of the misty wind, and walked aimlessly for a day. His body could feel the wind, but his divine consciousness could not touch it. Ye QingHan walked like that.
Rustle
With the wind, the wind is getting stronger and stronger. The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the sun is not there. At night, the vigorous wind blows, and the production Que''er has to retreat into the underground city again.
Ye QingHan''s figure began to become faster and faster without any trace. Where the wind reached, it was where his figure was. It moved and transposed without any trace.
The speed is fast to the limit, without using any space laws and true elements, and completely depends on the profound meaning of the wind.
Boom!
With a spear in hand, the battle formula broke out, and the profound meaning of the trace of the wind was used. It was only fur everywhere. It was still powerful and powerful. The earth collapsed, mountains and rivers retreated, and yellow sand rolled up thousands of waves.
Ye QingHan walked tirelessly between the mountains and rivers, faster and faster. At the same moment, the ancestor star of the witch family was full of his body, just like an entity. He didn''t move, and no one could tell where the real body was.
……
The endless universe is rarely peaceful. Except for the imperial domain, most of the universe is controlled by Loulan. Most of them fight in all directions with Roger in armor and guns. They dare not follow wherever they go.
In the 500th year after ye QingHan left, the endless universe was unified, and the hidden giants had to shrink again.
Today''s universe is divided into four major forces, the Loulan Dynasty, the Mangu killing God, the hidden giants and the alliance of all ethnic groups.
Wanzu alliance is jointly built by super first-class strong people such as Qitian Monkey King. It integrates all the strong people of wanzu and only wants to survive.
The crazy sect seems lonely. Most people are closed. The peripheral elders leave respectively. If there is no call, they will not come back.
Today''s crazy sect is controlled by the eldest martial brother Li jiuzhong. Gu Qingyu and others retreat behind the scenes. The crazy sect looks like a backwater, but if anyone wants to stir it, no one knows whether it can destroy half the universe!
Roar!
A low roar shook the mountains and rivers, and the pangolin had turned into a shape, like a 12-year-old boy, with golden light all over, covered with golden scales and imposing.
He stood outside the ancestral land of the human race, and his eyes were unwilling. He could feel that a drop of the blood essence of the great emperor pangolin was in the ancestral land, but he coveted it for 500 years and still couldn''t enter the ancestral land.
Stan Wuxie came back from training in the ancient battlefield. Looking at his unwilling expression, he couldn''t help laughing, "Xiaojia, what do you want? You have a special love for the ancestral land since childhood. Is it difficult that there is a mother pangolin in the ancestral land?"
"Hum!" the pangolin snorted angrily, not wanting to explain.
"What are you looking for? Tell my brother and I''ll help you," Stan said hoarsely, rubbing the pangolin head like a spoiled child.
"Blood! The emperor''s blood of my family!" pangolin finally told the truth. He is a million families. Maybe he can only rely on Stan''s innocence.
"What? Emperor blood? Are you confused? How could the ancestral land of the human race have the emperor blood of your pangolin family?" Stan Wuxie laughed and asked.
"I know you don''t believe me! But I know that our imperial blood is in the ancestral land!" pangolin said wrongly.
At this time, Sikong Chengjun passed by ancestral land with Jinyan and others.
"Mother..." pangolin shouted as soon as she saw Jin Yan.
Poop
Jin Yan stumbled to the ground, speechless and angrily scolded, "don''t call me mother. How many times have you said it! I''m human and you''re a pangolin. Besides, I''m still a girl and don''t have double cultivation. Where''s the child? Even if there are children, it''s impossible to give birth to a pangolin!"
"Ha ha..." Sikong Chengjun laughed crazy. Jin Yan was tortured crazy since he picked up the pangolin. The pangolin only recognized her and called her mother when he saw her. He didn''t know how many times he had corrected it.
Stan''s innocent smile twitched. Perhaps only the internal communication of the crazy sect would make the man who is respected as the innocent war emperor laugh so recklessly.
"Auntie... Your son said that his ancestral land had his blood, ha ha..." Stan laughed and joked.
Jin Yan was angry and the peak trembled. Yu pointed to stan''s evil family, "you little bastard, don''t call me aunt!"
Ha ha ha
Laughter filled the ancestral land, and the endless universe had joy again.
"Xiaojia, this is the ancestral land of the human race. There can''t be the blood of the pangolin emperor. Be good..." Jin Yan was helpless. Although she didn''t admit that she was Xiaojia''s mother, she finally entered too much maternal love for him.
"Wait... What are you talking about? The blood of pangolin emperor?" Li jiuzhong frowned and suddenly thought of something. If Xiao Jia hadn''t suddenly mentioned it, he forgot. Thinking of what happened that year, he hurriedly said, "it may really be, and it''s in the master''s heaven and earth ring."
Mentioning ye QingHan, everyone was silent.
In the ancestral land, the divine light shines everywhere, thousands of dharmas gather together, the origin is intertwined with the texture of the avenue, and the immortal light rushes into the sky, just like the immortal tomb.
Ye QingHan''s tombstone has long been cracked. His body is bathed in immortal light and constantly absorbs the profound meaning of the law and the avenue. His body is madly condensed. Now it has broken into the peak of divine power.