Volume 3, Famous in the Eastern Wilds, Chapter 415, Three Styles of Li Feng! (First update)
The gray sky is covered with mist, and a sea of clouds is rolling all around. At first glance, it seems unclear whether this is the ocean in the sky or the sea on the earth. (《》)
Su Ming couldn't feel the existence of his body, as if he had turned into a wisp of wind in the sea of clouds, wandering between heaven and earth, not knowing where he was going...
Perhaps a long time had passed, or perhaps it was only a moment. Su Ming was a little confused when he suddenly saw a long-haired man sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds in front of him, within the endless sea of gray white clouds.
This man is tall and thin, wearing a blue shirt, and has very long hair. Although his appearance is not handsome, he has an elegant temperament, especially his slender eyes. At first glance, he looks like a woman's eyebrows, which are like red phoenixes.
One glance is unforgettable.
When Su Ming saw this man, his closed eyes slowly opened, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.
"You are here, my successor."
Su Ming was shocked. His dazed consciousness suddenly came to his senses. He remembered that he was absorbing the Fengman inheritance in the glacier. He remembered the storm that arose in his mind at the last moment, and what happened to him after the storm.
If the soul appears in this sea of clouds.
"Only those who have received this inheritance for the first time can see me...those who inherit it after you will not see me, but you." The man with the slender face said slowly with a soft voice.
"For Feng Man, I understand the power of wind and become a saint. I fight with the barbarian gods in the ninth tribulation of the Great Realm. No one dares not to worship me wherever I go...
What remains here now is a trace of knowledge left behind when I followed the Barbarian God to leave this ninth tribulation world and go to other tribulations to seek opportunities for breakthrough, so that future generations can pass on my style of barbarism.
The power of Fengman is ever-changing and cannot be passed down one by one, so I have incorporated it into three types of magical powers. If you can master them all, you should be able to understand Fengman 50%. Holy Temple
One of the three postures of Li Feng is Kaiyang!" The man with slender eyes spoke slowly and slowly. The moment he said this, his eyes flashed, and his right hand was raised, pointing towards the sky above the sea of clouds.
, a fierce wave.
"Pull away the clouds in the sky, make the sea of clouds roll, and reveal the sun. What is needed to open up the sun is the wind!" As his words echoed, the sea of clouds rolled violently and turned into a huge whirlpool.
With the man as the center, it revolves around the endless range and starts roaring.
Su Ming stood aside, watching the rotation of the sea of clouds. He could even imagine that if he looked up from the ground at this moment, what he would see would be a shocking scene. It would be an astonishing scene of clouds in the entire sky spinning into whirlpools.
"Where does the wind come from?" The man with slender eyes smiled slightly.
"The wind rises from the waving of my sleeves, sends it into the sky, and rolls the sea of clouds. When the sea of clouds becomes a whirlpool, it will be returned countless times!
To be precise, there are three levels of Kaiyang, one is to supply the wind, the second is to borrow the wind, the third is to merge the wind, and finally... Kaiyang!" The man with slender eyes clenched his right hand fiercely, and on the top of his fist
In an instant, the sea of clouds around him turned into a whirlpool, and roared towards the man. Finally, Su Ming was shocked, and he saw the whirlpool disappearing into the man's right fist!
It seems that the process of clenching his fist is the moment when the endless sea of clouds condenses rapidly.
It's like, what this man is holding in his right hand right now is the endless swirling sea of clouds just now!
It seems that the power he now holds in his hands is the infinite power that belongs to the wind in the world.
"Kaiyang!" The man's clenched right hand pointed forward, seemingly soft and weak, and punched, but with this punch, an indescribable violent wind burst out from the man's hand, as if in silence.
The dawn set off a thunder that shook the sky, like a storm erupting on the quiet sea, like a loud roar on the plains!
The violent wind turned into a wind dragon, roared out, and actually tore the sky, causing a huge hole to appear in the void. The wind dragon roared, got into it and disappeared. ("")
"Second style, burying the dead!" The man with slender eyes narrowed his eyes, and there was a ray of green light in his eyes.
"I personally like this style very much. This style is not original to me, but I learned it from an ancient legend. I even visited many ruins and finally showed this ancient legend.
I have always felt that this technique existed, but was lost in the years, and I just restored it slightly. In ancient times, there was a legend that after the death of the ancient people, they were not buried in the sky or the ground.
, Buried in the wind, buried in the wind..." A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, but the smile looked a little evil, and his right hand pointed a little toward the earth below.
At this point, when Su Ming lowered his head and looked down, the earth below suddenly became illusory. The illusion did not last long before it became clear. But as it became clear, the earth that appeared in Su Ming's eyes was not the previous one.
It has become a place filled with people.
On the land, there appeared countless people whose clothes and faces could not be seen clearly. They knelt down and worshiped on the ground one by one. Words that Su Ming couldn't understand came out from their mouths. Looking from the sky, there were enough people on this land.
There are tens of thousands.
A densely packed area formed a huge circle. In the center, it was empty. Except for a tall wooden tower standing on the ground, there was a corpse tied up at the top of the tower.
High hanging.
"My inheritor, look carefully!" The man with slender eyes suddenly spoke. Su Ming immediately calmed down, suppressed the shock, and kept his eyes fixed.
On the ground, tens of thousands of people surrounded the giant wooden tower and began to walk slowly in one direction. Each of them was walking. From the sky, it looked like the circle they formed was rotating.
This scene made Su Ming feel surprised in his heart.
He couldn't see what the actions of these people had to do with the art of burial. But as time went by, the tens of thousands of people on the ground gradually stopped walking slowly and began to run. Tens of thousands of people were running at the same time.
Running makes the circular rotation faster and faster.
"Could it be that the running of everyone forms a whirlpool, thus forming the wind?" Su Ming's eyes narrowed.
As tens of thousands of people run, waves of heat are radiated from everyone's body. This is the heat that naturally emanates from the body under the circulation of qi and blood. One person may not have much, but tens of thousands of people are running.
Below, the heat emitted is very clear at high altitudes.
After the hot air dissipated from their bodies, it slowly floated into the sky.
At the same time, hundreds of people in the running crowd immediately rose up from the ground, rushed directly into the sky, and stood above the corpse tied to the giant wooden tower. There, these hundreds of people actually floated cross-legged, with their bodies filled with blood.
Waves of cold breath suddenly emitted, and this coldness immediately spread all around, making the surrounding area suddenly cold.
The next scene shocked Su Ming. He saw with his own eyes that as these hundreds of people radiated cold air, the cold air actually dropped downwards. In the process of sinking, it floated up with the tens of thousands of people running down the earth.
The hot air collided with each other at this moment.
At the moment of contact, a strong wind appeared out of thin air, setting off waves of roaring sounds. At the same time, tens of thousands of people on the ground spoke at the same time and roared out a voice.
"Bury!" The sound was shocking, causing the tens of thousands of people to run faster and dissipate more heat. Hundreds of people floating cross-legged in the sky also opened their eyes at this moment and shouted out in unison!
"Yin!" After shouting this sound, a large amount of cold air dispersed several times and descended downwards. After touching the hot air, a stronger wind was born like convection. This wind swept across and blew the bundle of air.
The corpse on the giant wooden tower, the flesh and blood of the messenger's corpse, dried up quickly in the indescribable artificial wind, and finally turned into skin and bones, becoming a mummy.
All this was not over yet. As the words "hidden" and "yin" were roared out continuously, the wind became stronger and stronger. After an unknown amount of time, Su Ming's mind was shaken when he saw that
The body of the mummy turned into fly ash and disappeared between heaven and earth as the wind blew out. This scene, which was obviously some kind of ritual, turned into illusion again and disappeared from Su Ming's eyes.
"This is for burial." The man with slender eyes said.
Su Ming stared blankly at the blurry earth below that had returned to normal at this moment, and a huge wave arose in his heart. What shocked him was not the art of burying the dead, but the wisdom of those people, and how the wind... was formed.
"Is this the cause of wind... The collision of cold and heat, or the flow of cold and heat, forms wind... flows, becomes wind... Yes, if I punch a punch, it will cause wind,
But I have never thought about how the wind came. Now it seems that the cause of the wind is the flow of two kinds of breath." Su Ming seemed to have some understanding.
"My inheritor, there is wind everywhere in this world. But if you can do it, separate the wind in a certain area so that there is no wind in this area, then you can
Become the master of this area!
Without wind, it means there is no breath. Without breath, it means there is no power. The power of heaven and earth is restricted. When all breath does not exist, then from now on, the place where you are is the center of life.
The restricted area is my Li Feng!"
"The three styles of Li Feng contain my lifelong understanding of the wind. I will teach them to you. With the beginning of the wind in your body, how much you can master depends on your understanding...
Finally, in addition to Li Feng, I will use my remaining knowledge to give you three opportunities for enlightenment. Each time corresponds to a magical power. Now, for the first time, Kaiyang enlightenment!" A man with slender eyes
, after he opened his mouth, his body dissipated, and then, a strong wind roared, directly rolling towards Su Ming and shrouding him.
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