"Father..."
Feng Bixi called softly, tears swirling in her eyes and slowly sliding down, as crystal clear as morning dew, flowing along her cheeks.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Liucheng couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He had experienced the pain of separation from his relatives, and it still made him feel like a knife.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the sad mood, and then stretched out his palm.
A palm-sized frog-shaped spiritual boat appeared in his hand.
It beats like life and emits a faint aura.
Zhang Liucheng gently threw the frog-shaped spiritual boat into the air.
In an instant, the frog-shaped spiritual boat expanded rapidly in mid-air, jumping from the size of a tiny palm to a length of a hundred feet. It was like a small frog transforming into a giant beast. It was shocking.
Its broad surface shines in the sunlight, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"Seniors, please board the spirit boat."
Zhang Liucheng shouted in a deep voice to the people in front of him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Wind Clan monks jumped up in the air and flew to the huge frog-shaped spirit boat.
After everyone had boarded the boat and were in place, Zhang Liucheng flashed like a meteor across the sky and appeared on the spirit boat in an instant.
Zhang Liucheng was completely unfamiliar with this windy area, so he asked Feng Bixi to guide him.
He walked to Feng Bixi and said in a soft and sincere voice: "Please guide me in the direction!"
After listening to Zhang Liucheng's words, Feng Bixi shook her head and replied with a hint of helplessness: "Master, I grew up in the Wind Palace since I was a child and have never left the Wind Palace. Therefore, I don't know the location of the Wind Palace. "
At this moment, two people walked out of the crowded crowd picturesquely.
The first person was wearing a dark blue robe that seemed to be embroidered with intricate silver patterns.
As he walked, these lines seemed to come alive, shimmering with faint light.
There was a red jade pendant hanging on his waist. The jade pendant was as bright as blood and seemed to reflect thousands of tiny light and shadows in the sunlight.
His face is kind and elegant, and his white hair and long beard give people an incomparable sense of intimacy.
The second person was wearing the same blue robe, but the hem of the robe was embroidered with golden patterns that were completely different from the first person.
He wears a black mask on his face, which is mysterious and unpredictable, making it impossible for people to see his true appearance clearly through the mask.
There seems to be a powerful force in his body, like a huge wave in the deep sea, which makes people feel awe and want to explore.
Every step he takes exudes a powerful aura, as stable and unshakable as a mountain.
These two Wind Clan monks have entered the gathering realm. As soon as they appeared, the crowd around them immediately whispered, with surprise and awe on their faces.
They exuded a strong coercion, like two shining stars in the night sky, which was intimidating.
The white-haired old man walked up to Zhang Liucheng and bowed deeply to show his respect.
The white-haired old man has a smile on his face, which makes people feel friendly and kind. He said: "My name is Feng Buqing, and the person standing next to me is my brother Feng Buqing. In the Wind Palace two thousand years ago, our two brothers served as the left and right guardians. We have a profound understanding of the wind domain. Our understanding and rich experience. Let us two brothers control this spiritual boat!"
After hearing this, Zhang Liucheng showed a trace of joy on his face.
He nodded slightly to the two old men and said in a polite tone: "Thank you, seniors. With you piloting the spirit boat, our journey will be smoother and smoother."
Feng Bu stopped waving his hand, and replied with a warm smile: "It's not troublesome at all, it's our honor. Just leave the matter of controlling the spirit boat to us."
After Feng Bubu's words fell, he and his brother Feng Bubu continued to walk firmly towards the bow of the spirit boat.
In the boundless sea of storms, the wind and wind control the spirit boat, like a dragon traveling through the fierce wind and waves.
The spirit boat was as fast as lightning, and it seemed imaginary and real. It was like a ghostly shadow drawing a long arc in the air, which was dizzying.
Feng stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes like sharp swords pointing straight into the chaotic mist of the storm.
He waved his hand gently, and the spiritual energy in the air began to gather, forming an invisible spiritual wall.
This spiritual wall danced in front of him, like a tentacle of perception, guiding the spirit boat around the tornado column in front.
Each of these wind pillars is like an unruly giant beast. They twist and circle, carrying powerful power to destroy everything.
The wind kept clinging to the side of the wind, and he used all his strength to control the spirit boat, making it fly at an unparalleled speed. Almost in an instant, it had flown across a hundred miles of void.
However, this did not make them relax, because they knew that the power of the storm was unfathomable.
On the light spirit boat, an old man wearing a blue robe frowned, with worry and doubt on his face.
He couldn't help but said: "What confidence do they have that they dare to fly so high-profile in the wind domain? Aren't they afraid of attracting the attention of the demons?"
Next to the old man, a young man in a blue robe smiled gently after hearing the old man's words, and replied: "In the Demon Realm, this human boy seemed to be in an uninhabited land, showing extraordinary strength. .Therefore, we don’t need to be afraid of those demons.”
The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard what the young man said, and then nodded in agreement.
He knew in his heart that what the young man said was true.
Those young men from the human race are powerful and intelligent.
The reason why they dare to fly boldly in the wind domain is undoubtedly due to their heritage and self-confidence.
However, despite this, the old man's worries did not diminish. He just silently prayed that they could successfully cross the sea of storms and reach their destination.
These two people were the top warriors of the Wind Clan hundreds of years ago.
The young man in blue robe is named Feng Weili, and the old man in blue robe is named Feng Polang.
Their strength has reached the peak of the Mahayana realm, and they are considered invincible by the Wind Clan.
It is said that hundreds of years ago, these two strong men of the Wind Clan joined forces to break into the territory of the Demon Clan.
They fought a fierce battle with the demons for three days and three nights. However, due to their numerical disadvantage, they were unfortunately captured by the demons.
They were escorted to the Demon Realm by the demon clan and imprisoned in the Nanshan Prison.
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Time flies, like shuttling in the gaps between white horses, and the three days pass by in a blink of an eye.
The wind kept driving the spirit boat floating in the clear sky. His eyes stared at the void ahead, and an indescribable uneasiness quietly surged in his heart.
This trip to the Wind Palace was both an unknown adventure and an unforeseen challenge for him.
His mood was a little heavy amid the bumps of the spiritual boat, and his worries and expectations for the future were intertwined.
The wind kept driving the spirit boat and climbed over towering mountains.
Each of these peaks is a masterpiece of nature. They pierce the sky and are majestic.
