Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-One: The Wind of Returning t

e for so longHowever, Lü Lun chuckled once more and said, “It seems this should be considered Daoist friend’s first doubt.”"Well, I am indeed a contemporary of Senior Yaoshén. While I wouldn't say we...Although the wind howled, whipping up Jiang Yun's hair and clothes in a frenzy, his figure remained as steady as a mountain.

In one step, Jiang Yun had arrived before Feng Wuji. He still used his physical strength to launch a clean and swift punch towards Feng Wuji.

"Boom!"

This punch landed on Feng Wuji, causing his form to dissipate in an instant.

But at the same time, the howling gale that filled the sky suddenly contracted sharply, forming a massive storm like a connection between heaven and earth, encasing Jiang Yun.

The number of winds contained within the storm is infinite, and every gust is a razor-sharp blade, constantly sweeping across Jiang Yun's body.

In a mere instant, Jiang Yun's body had already endured countless attacks from the wind blades. Under these assaults, black magic patterns appeared on his exposed skin.

Even if this wind were ever so sharp, it would be unable to break through Jiang Yun's Diamond Demon Body.

But in Jiang Yun's divine sense and eyes, there was already no trace of Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji has transformed into the wind, hiding within the storm, concealed in any corner of this valley.

"Boom!"

As the storm raged, a deafening boom echoed from Jiang Yun's body. Countless flames transformed into fiery birds, also sweeping towards all directions of the valley.

Fueling the fire!

The firebird, originally only the size of a palm, began to swell in size wildly under the onslaught of the gale.

In an instant, these firebirds completely enveloped the entire valley, transforming this world of wind into an ocean of fire.

The wind and fire raged, filling the sky and obscuring the sun. As a result, most of the Xuanxu Sect disciples watching from outside the mountains and valleys could no longer see clearly what was happening inside; they could only hear the sound of boiling flames and the howling wind, constantly rising and falling.

...Yet, amidst the flames and winds, there were still muffled impacts rising and falling.

Every impact represents a clash between Feng Wuji and Jiang Yun.

Feng Wuji has already transformed into the wind, intangible and massless, and his speed is also to the extreme, making it impossible for Jiang Yun to catch his trace. Therefore, although Jiang Yun has the protection of the sea of fire now, he still can't stop Feng Wuji's attack.

This caused Ginger Cloud to gradually fall into a disadvantage, only able to passively take the hits. Fortunately, his Vajra Demon Body prevented him from being injured.

"Gingercloud, this time, you're defeated!"

Feng Wuji's voice echoed, carrying around Jiang Yun on all sides, and this was clearly his provocation towards Jiang Yun.

Because he also knew that Ginger Cloud was unable to determine his own position.

"Not necessarily!" Jiang Yun said calmly.

Although Ginger Cloud had countless battles, this was his first time fighting a Wind Demon. And even though he possessed nine powers forming a celestial cave within him and had even come into contact with the power of the Nine Annihilation Clans, none of them involved wind-related power.

Therefore, at this moment, he is seriously feeling the power of the wind.

Actually, it's very simple for Jiang Yun to win against Feng Wuji!

Because Feng Wuji is a demon, and Jiang Yun is a demon cultivator.

Jiang Yun only needs to display the Nine Arts of Refining Demons to easily subdue Feng Wuji and then defeat him.

However, Jiang Yun didn't want to rely on his status as a demon cultivator, nor did he use any secret techniques to enhance his cultivation. He simply wanted to fight Feng Wuji with his true strength.

Win, win with openness and honesty;

Even in defeat, one must lose with dignity.

When Feng Wuji once again enveloped Jiangyun in a storm of attacks, Jiangyun finally raised his hand and launched a counterattack. With a low growl, he uttered, "Xuewu!"

In a world of wind and fire, a third thing has appeared—snow!

Snowflakes flew from the ground in layers, carrying a biting cold that could freeze everything. They merged with the wind and fire, causing their swaying and boiling to gradually slow down.

Thus, in the eyes of the spectators, it was clearly visible that outside the firestorm within the valley, not only had a layer of white covered it, but it was also slowly freezing.

Right after that, Ginger Cloud's voice rang out again amidst the freeze: "Mourning!"

"Wow!"

As his voice fell, Feixue and the sea of fire suddenly contracted sharply, transforming into a vortex that enveloped the invisible and intangible storm within. At an incredibly fast speed, it condensed into a crimson and white striped tomb.

This tomb was incredibly vast, nearly filling the entire valley, leaving everyone astonished. They couldn't believe that Jiang Yun's magic could actually freeze the invisible wind.

"Boom!"

The tomb, it exploded with a deafening roar!

Fire and snowflakes rushed in all directions, but before they could leave the valley, they had all vanished into nothingness.

From the grave, walked out Feng Wuji who had recovered his human form!

Feng Wujì at this moment, his face was a little pale, and his figure was a bit shaky.

Apparently, Jiang Yun's move, Xue Wu Song Zang, had given him a taste of his own medicine, and this only intensified the anger in his heart.

Because he finally realized that although he had been diligently cultivating, his strength was still slightly inferior to Jiang Yun's.

"Gingercloud!"

Feng Wuji almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out these two words from between his teeth.

And immediately following, the garments on his upper body suddenly transformed into fragments, dissipating away, revealing his bare torso.

He saw again streaks of wind passing over his body, leaving behind intricate patterns.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body, even his face, was completely covered in these lines.

"Waymark!"

Looking at Feng Wuji's markings, excitement flashed in the burly man's eyes.

Those lines, they are the Dao patterns, the patterns of the wind Dao!

Even with his current Daotai realm strength, he still doesn't have the ability to condense the Wind Dao Rune.

However, Feng Wuji, who is only at the Tianyou Realm level, can already do this, which is enough to show how high his talent is, and his future prospects are limitless.

It is even possible to become a Dao demon, a Feng clan Dao demon!

"The wind rises ninety thousand miles!"

With the intricate network of Dao lines appearing, Feng Wuji once again spoke in a cold voice.

All the countless Dao patterns representing the Way of Wind on his body immediately flew out, soaring into the sky and vanishing into the boundless high heavens!

"Oh, no! !"

A heart-wrenching cry echoed through the air, and suddenly streaks of wind appeared in the sky. They resembled a dragon descending from the heavens, hurtling towards Ginger Cloud.

Although this wind was directed at Jiang Yun, at this moment everyone present could feel the wind sweeping across their bodies, even flowing into their very being.

One's own life, under the embrace of these winds, seems to have transformed into a flickering candle, capable of being extinguished by the wind at any moment.

This wind, it can actually blow into a person's body, straight to their soul!

Everyone couldn't help but show surprise on their faces: "What kind of wind is this"

Only the strong man spoke in a deep voice, "Rumor has it that our Wind Clan ancestor was born from the void ninety thousand miles away."

This wind, it is the ancestral returning wind, capable of extinguishing the life fire of all beings!

Even those merely observing this wind possessed a sense of terror, let alone Jiang Yun who was directly struck by it!

He also clearly felt the raging fire within him, far greater than that of others. Under the onslaught of this wind, it began to shrink gradually, and his vitality waned with the diminishing flames.

Faced with the wind, Jiang Yun's face showed a solemn expression for the first time. He spoke in a low voice, "This wind is not bad!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yun's life essence erupted from his body, also coalescing into a fire dragon that charged towards the wind dragon, which was getting closer and closer!

To meet Feng Wuji's ancestral wind head-on, burning with one's own fire!

Firstly published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Networkven trembling. A sorrowful look appeared in her blue eyes.She naturally knew that having thrown out most of her life essence, what it meant for Jiang Yun.But, she could not do anything!"Ha!"Mo Chenzi...