The strong wind carried tearing power and acted in different directions. Without noticing, Zhuo Mufeng felt a sharp pain as if his body was about to be torn apart.
He quickly used his internal energy to increase it to 30% before he could withstand the force of the strong wind.
However, the green storm from all directions was surging inward all the time, and its power was getting stronger and stronger. It was as if countless hands were grabbing Zhuo Mufeng's body and tearing it outwards.
Zhuo Mufeng had to continue to improve his skills in order to ensure the stability of his body. His feet barely landed on the fine stone layer, and he suddenly discovered something strange.
With the strong wind at this time, the fine stones should have been blown up long ago, but there was no movement on the fine stone layer under his feet. Driven by curiosity, Zhuo Mufeng knelt down and picked up a handful.
It turned out to be very heavy. After careful observation, I discovered that these fine stones were not stones at all, but a strange substance that was neither copper nor iron. It looked dull in color. However, with Zhuo Mufeng's martial arts, he could not destroy it with force.
Phew! Phew!
Next, Zhuo Mufeng had no time to check the composition of the fine stones. Because the storm changed from light cyan to dark cyan, and its power was much stronger than before. When it blew over his body, it made a clicking sound, but it was Zhuo Mufeng.
Mu Feng's body-protecting energy collided fiercely with it.
Zhuo Mufeng was greatly surprised. His current internal strength was almost at the level of invincibility, but he could barely withstand the attack of the storm.
At this time, the fine stone layer on the ground was finally lifted up, and countless fine stones were swept by the dark blue storm, shooting out like stray bullets.
Zhuo Mufeng quickly increased his internal strength to 100%. The next moment, with a rumbling sound, his body-protecting Qi was continuously dented inward. Viewed from above, it shrank by more than several feet.
The nearest fine stone was only three inches away from Zhuo Mufeng's body, and was about to penetrate his body-protecting energy. More fine stones bypassed Zhuo Mufeng's body and shot into the circular space.
surrounded by stone walls.
There was a continuous, numbing popping sound, and the smoke and dust spread everywhere, and it was blown away before it could spread.
I saw that the four walls that were originally flat were now riddled with holes, and there were dense holes everywhere. Inside the holes were grains of fine stones, and there were no gaps to spread. This means that the penetrating power of these fine stones is extremely large, and there is no excess power.
of dispersion.
If it weren't for Zhuo Mufeng's internal strength not being what it used to be, he would have become a sieve at this moment. Even Gui and Chu would not be able to gain a foothold in this environment.
Could it be that this is the Great Storm Formation? It’s enough to help you understand, but it’s enough to kill people!
Zhuo Mufeng's thoughts had just changed when something even more frightening happened.
The power of the storm did not increase, but with its continuous blowing, not only the fine stone layer on the ground was lifted up again, but even the fine stones that penetrated deep into the stone wall bounced out again.
In an instant, in all directions, there were fine stones in the sky and on the ground, blocking the sunlight, and even the dark blue storm changed its color. It was like a fierce rainstorm of stones, crackling and crashing, going back and forth endlessly, with no end.
If the storm does not stop, the attacks of fine rocks will not stop.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was in the center, wanted to rush out, but the thickness of the body-protecting Qi could only protect him from injury. It was okay to stand still, but once he broke through, the impact was stronger, and the body-protecting Qi was in danger of being broken through.
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Zhuo Mufeng had just rushed out three feet, when a fine stone was shot in his face. A gap appeared in the body's protective energy, followed by more fine stones.
Zhuo Mufeng hurriedly stood firm, stretched out his hand and flicked away the fine stones, and the body-protecting Qi stabilized again. A six-inch elongated convex channel appeared at the original gap. The convex channel was full of fine stones, and the body-protecting Qi was
Thinned to the thickness of a piece of paper.
Fortunately, under the influence of the storm, the power of the fine stones was deflected and flew everywhere, allowing the body's protective energy to rebound. Otherwise, once a large area was lost, Zhuo Mufeng's body would definitely be penetrated.
Thinking of the dangerous situation, he broke into a cold sweat and did not dare to move rashly again. After staying in place for a while, he slowly sat down cross-legged.
But Zhuo Mufeng soon thought of a fatal problem.
His internal energy has been maintained at 100% for a long time, and it is consumed much faster than it is replenished. Now he has clearly felt that his internal energy is slowly decreasing. If this rate continues, it will be exhausted in two hours at most.
Wouldn't he be dead by then?
Thinking that the storm formation would last for a month, Zhuo Mufeng's liver and gallbladder were filled with chills. The only way out now was to break out of the encirclement!
Thinking of this, Zhuo Mufeng slowly stood up again, and then tried to move out a little bit to reduce the impact to a minimum. But damn, the power of Xishi was exactly the same as his body-protecting Qi, and it was not possible at all.
It cannot be destroyed by any extra force.
In a reckless move, Zhuo Mufeng was almost impaled again. What should he do?
Zhuo Mufeng was a little dumbfounded.
It stands to reason that there is no need for Shengwu Mountain to harm him, and it doesn't have to be so complicated to harm him. Since the storm formation helps to understand the wind storm, does this arrangement have any other meaning?
After calming down, Zhuo Mufeng was thoughtful. He simply stood still. Unable to think, he began to focus on his whole body and carefully felt the impact of the fine stones.
Time passes little by little.
His heart gradually calmed down, the whistling wind in his ears seemed to go away, and both his body and mind entered a wonderful state. The induction from the body-protecting Qi was fed back to his mind anytime and anywhere.
Zhuo Mufeng discovered a very surprising thing. The movement of the storm had no fixed direction, and neither did the fine rocks. However, after a period of time, the impact on various parts of the body was roughly the same, and it approached equilibrium at a certain moment.
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From the perspective of past life probability, this is inevitable. Is this related to the storm?
In the dark, a cold but pleasant female voice sounded in his mind, and Zhuo Mufeng seemed to have returned to that night, when a mysterious woman named Su Zhanxue was telling him the essence of the storm.
"Hua Jingmang simply uses internal force to make changes. On the basis of this, Rolling Storm forms an effective connection and combination of internal force, bringing the lethality to a higher level..."
Zhuo Mufeng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence in the past, but now he only half understands it when comparing it to the impact of fine rocks. He always feels like he touched something, but after thinking about it carefully, he is still confused.
This guy was sure that Shengwu Mountain would not harm him, and he actually continued to understand it with great knowledge.
As time went by, Zhuo Mufeng's body-protecting energy unknowingly became weaker than before. But when he realized this, he suddenly discovered that the impact of the storm was also weakening, always at the same time as before.
He keeps his balance.
This discovery strengthened his confidence and made him calmer and more confident.
A few hours later.
Zhuo Mufeng's power could not be sustained, and the storm stopped. All the fine stones floating in the air fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.
When he walked back to Chun Dao, although he was dirty, he couldn't help but grin. It turned out that a food box had been placed beside Chun Dao. The service attitude of Shengwu Mountain was nothing to say.
Zhuo Mufeng was so hungry that he immediately opened the food box. Although the food was not very good, he ate it with gusto. Afterwards, without anyone urging him, he entered the fine stone layer on his own initiative, activated his skills again, and stimulated the storm to come.
For most warriors in the world, this is a rare opportunity. After knowing the beauty of it, how could Zhuo Mufeng miss it?
Time passes day by day.
Zhuo Mufeng's bun has long been messy, his black hair has become extremely dirty, his white clothes are stained, and his face and body are covered with dust. At first glance, he looks like a disciple of the Beggar Clan.
However, he felt nothing, his body and mind were immersed in a state of enlightenment and he could not extricate himself. If ordinary people think about one thing for a long time, they will lose energy or lose concentration.
But Zhuo Mufeng's hidden talent lies in his willpower and mental strength, which enable him to maintain sufficient concentration. He can almost concentrate on nothing at the end of the day and continue the next day.
Sometimes he frowned in deep thought, sometimes he was confused, sometimes he suddenly realized something, and his expressions changed continuously.
Perhaps Zhuo Mufeng's martial arts qualifications are not high enough, but in his mind, he has the essence of more than a dozen four-star martial arts, which is like the experiences and experiences of different martial arts masters after decades of practice.
He drew from analogies, drew references from them, and constantly confirmed his own perceptions, hoping to find the secret of the windstorm.
Zhuo Mufeng could feel that he was approaching, and sometimes he even touched the mysterious door, but he always missed it a little bit.
So he became even more diligent. He went from resting for four hours a day to half of it in the end. If he hadn't been afraid that too short a rest period would affect his condition, he would have been able to continue to comprehend.
At certain times, several figures will appear above the valley, looking down at Zhuo Mufeng in the storm.
Yang Ren and his twins, Linglong, could only stand at the back, respectfully waiting for the orders and inquiries from the man in front.
The man was wearing a red and yellow robe, with a square face and his hands clasped behind his back. He looked very powerful. He was the southern patrol guard among the four guards of Shengwu Mountain, and he directly controlled Yang Ren and others.
"How is the progress of this child?" the southern patrol asked.
Yang Ren lowered his head and replied: "I can't tell, but with this talent, I will definitely gain something in a month. Even if I can't understand the wind storm, it will still be helpful."
Rolling Storm is not an ordinary realm. Most Star Bridge realm warriors will be unable to reach it throughout their lives. Only half of the one hundred masters on the Earth Spirit Ranking have not been able to comprehend it.
After all, Zhuo Mufeng was only eighteen years old. As far as Yang Ren knew, even some of the elite disciples of the Holy Martial Alliance could not make much progress just by entering the Storm Formation for a month.
The southern patrolman hummed, apparently having the same idea.
Zhuo Mufeng's talent is amazing. Even the mountain master asked him to pay more attention to him after hearing about his performance. Naturally, he did not dare to neglect him.
Of course, there is another very important reason for this. Zhuo Mufeng has a strong tolerance for the energy of the Heavenly Puppet.
Only the people at this level of the Four Great Patrols know that the real reason why Shengwu Mountain attracts all the heroes with its storm array is the test of the Qi of the Heavenly Puppet.
In the past few months, the situations of the great heroes after they left Wujuan Forest have already been recorded by Shengwu Mountain. Some names have been highlighted for the future.
"Let's go." After watching for a while, the southern patrolman saw nothing unusual and turned around to leave. Yang Ren and his twins Linglong naturally followed behind.
One month goes by in the blink of an eye.
This was Zhuo Mufeng's last day at the Storm Array.