"Do you want to understand the artistic conception of clouds?"
In front of the endless sea of clouds, Yan Yuhuan stood in the sky, looking at Mu Feng in surprise.
After Mu Feng failed to control Feng Huo Lei Xin, he asked Yan Yuhuan to take him out of the ravine and to the sea of clouds.
"Yes! This sea of clouds is vast and ethereal, which is the best place to comprehend the artistic conception of clouds!" Mu Feng said lightly.
Yan Yuhuan rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "I mean, after the battle with King Xuefeng Wu, you thought you could also understand the artistic conception of the cloud, right?"
Yan Yuhuan's eyes were filled with strange expressions. The power of artistic conception was so mysterious. He didn't think that just by fighting King Wu, he could understand the power of artistic conception on King Wu's opponent.
Yan Yuhuan didn't think there was such a genius in this world.
"Yes! Give me time, I should be able to successfully understand the artistic conception of the cloud!" Mu Feng said seriously.
"..."
Finally, under Yan Yuhuan's strange gaze, Mu Feng stepped into the endless sea of clouds.
"After all, he is still too young! Does this guy think that the power of artistic conception is nothing? He can understand the opponent's artistic conception in just one fight. Isn't this nonsense?"
Yan Yuhuan smiled coldly, shook his head, and sat cross-legged on the trunk of a relatively complete ancient tree.
Deep in the endless sea of clouds, Mu Feng carried his wings and walked in the sky, layers of cloud waves whizzing past him, leaving long cloud marks.
Mu Feng flew to the center of the sea of clouds, and the wings behind his back merged to form a platform of nearly one hundred square meters, lifting Mu Feng above the sea of clouds.
Mu Feng sat silently on the sea of clouds, his eyes silently watching the unpredictable changes in the sea of clouds, recalling the artistic conception of the clouds of King Xuefeng Wu in his mind.
Clouds are unpredictable and move with the wind. They can be seen but cannot be touched.
There were thousands of thoughts in Mu Feng's mind, but his eyes gradually became blurred. At this moment, he fell into an epiphany.
Waves of mysterious aura, like ripples on water, washed out of his body.
time gradually passes .
Mu Feng sat on the sea of clouds, motionless; but the sea of clouds was ever-changing, changing with the changes in the outside world.
Under the morning glow, the sea of clouds is covered with golden brilliance, and it is dazzling; the sunset falls, the sea of clouds is like blood, like fire burning the clouds; among the black clouds, there are lightning and thunder, and the falling rain is like pouring; the blue sky is as white and flawless as goose feathers.
"Wrong! King Xuefeng Wu completely misunderstood the artistic conception of Yun!"
I don't know how long it took, but Mu Feng suddenly stood up after having an epiphany. He looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter full of joy.
"Clouds are the air of mountains and rivers. From rain, clouds resemble the shape of clouds. All clouds are derived from clouds. Clouds are the ancient Chinese sayings about rain. Clouds and rain are inherently integrated, and the artistic conception of clouds alone is simply incomplete!"
Mu Feng's eyes revealed a look of understanding, and he grabbed the void with his right hand. Immediately, surging spiritual energy surged out and condensed into a long spiritual sword.
In the sea of clouds, Mu Feng danced with a sword. His movements were very light, but he naturally exuded a mysterious and unpredictable aura.
The speed of his sword dance became faster and faster, and mysterious ripples washed out from the tip of the sword, undulating in a ring shape, spreading out in all directions.
"Yunlai!"
Mu Feng danced his sword, and the sound was like thunder, spreading throughout the sea of clouds, forming a billowing echo.
Wow!
The calm sea of clouds around him seemed to be boiling, and the billowing clouds and smoke rushed out like huge dragons, surrounding Mu Feng, making his figure become ethereal and insubstantial.
Mu Feng's sword dance became faster and faster, and he jumped out, turning into afterimages in the sea of clouds. The elements and the king's true blood turned into a pair of wings and attached themselves to his back.
Countless clouds of smoke were like dragons returning to the sea, rushing toward Mu Feng, forming huge plumes of smoke that lingered around Mu Feng, making Mu Feng's figure ethereal.
Mysterious.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, Mu Feng slashed out with his sword, mysterious ripples washed out, and the entire sea of clouds was completely aroused.
I saw an endless sea of clouds, billowing cloud waves, one higher than the other, soaring upwards, which was a spectacular sight.
Outside the sea of clouds, Yan Yuhuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the trunk of an ancient tree, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the surging sea of clouds ahead with a look of shock.
"The power of artistic conception...can't this guy really realize the artistic conception of cloud?"
Yan Yuhuan opened his mouth slightly, looked at the sea of clouds raging in front of him in disbelief, and murmured to himself.
Yan Yuhuan exists so much and has such keen perception. When the sea of clouds was raging, he had already sensed the power of artistic conception contained in the sea of clouds.
"The rain is coming!"
Deep in the turbulent sea of clouds, a shout exploded like thunder, resounding throughout the world. .??.
Yan Yuhuan was shocked to find that droplets of water condensed in the endless sea of clouds, rushing toward the depths of the sea of clouds at extremely fast speeds.
"The artistic conception of rain?"
Yan Yuhuan's pupils shrank to the size of needles, and his mouth was wide enough to hold several eggs.
Mu Feng realized the artistic conception of cloud. He was already in disbelief. But now, this guy has realized the artistic conception of rain. Isn't this too unbelievable?
Yan Yuhuan stood up and paced back and forth, his heart itching unbearably. He couldn't wait to go into the depths of the sea of clouds and take a look.
But he also knew that this was the critical moment for Mu Feng to comprehend the power of artistic conception. If he broke into the sea of clouds without authorization, he would easily interfere with the other party and make the other party's enlightenment fail.
"I underestimated this guy! This kind of talent is really terrifying! He is only in the Life Sea realm, but he can realize the power of the four artistic conceptions. Among the many geniuses in the Holy Dynasty, only a few people can do it.
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Yan Yuhuan raised his head, his sharp eyes piercing into the depths of the sea of clouds, with a trace of Blazing light.
Maybe he found the right person this time. This boy's future is unlimited. If he cooperates with him, his revenge may be avenged.
Deep in the sea of clouds.
Mu Feng's figure was like lightning, and he slashed out with his sword in the sea of clouds, his speed getting faster and faster.
Countless clouds of smoke swept and danced around him crazily, and harsh sounds of tearing the air continued to resound.
Hiss!
Mu Feng retracted his right sword, and for a moment, countless water droplets came from all directions, lingering on the surface of the clouds and smoke.
Mu Feng jumped up and soared thousands of miles. The clouds of smoke and raindrops followed behind him and rolled up. It looked spectacular.
"Yunyu, melt!"
Mu Feng threw his right hand violently, and the Lingyuan sword in his palm slashed downwards.
The moment the Lingyuan sword collided with the clouds and raindrops, it was like ice melting, completely blending into the billowing clouds and raindrops.
Clouds, raindrops and spiritual energy are perfectly integrated into one.
Roar!
A shocking roar resounded from the sea of clouds.
I saw a long dragon that was tens of feet tall, soaring into the sky, and its huge dragon head dragged down Mu Feng's body.
Looking carefully, this cloud dragon uses the Lingyuan sword as its keel, endless clouds and smoke as its body, and endless raindrops as its scales.
There is no doubt that this cloud dragon is much more powerful than the cloud dragon that King Xuefeng Wu condensed with the artistic conception of cloud, no matter in appearance, momentum or power.
"Out!"
Outside the sea of clouds, Yan Yuhuan jumped up and hung in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the sea of clouds ahead.
Roar!
There was another earth-shattering dragon roar, and the sea of clouds surged, and a huge cloud dragon rushed out.
On top of Yunlong's head, a figure as tall as a mountain stood quietly...