"After the fourth death of the Wind God, there is no longer a time limit for resurrection, and it can be resurrected immediately."

When the priest Cha Kimura said such words, similar memories appeared in his heart. There seemed to be such a narrative in the legend of the God of Wind, but he had forgotten it before.

Is it really the reason I forgot?

The face of the priest Cha Kimura showed a blank look, and he was a little unsure.

Over the sandy land with thousands of ravines, the wind whistled and gathered eyeballs.

"Sense... not... to... come..."

It exploded again, and the self-destruction immediately reborn on the spot. This time it was no longer huge in size, but it had traces of shrinking. However, the tiny eyeballs were more than ten times larger than before, and the number of eyeballs became smaller and smaller.

"Sense...know...not...reach."

Another vague and cold sound, it exploded again, and the wind blew, and it was reborn in an instant.

Now it is no longer an eyeball gathering, but a huge eyeball, with dark pupils and windy patterns on the whites of the eyes.

The dark pupils slowly rotated, "No way to feel...."

The huge eyeballs exploded, and countless black liquids were sprinkled.

The whirlwind was rolled up and it reborn into a translucent human form. The human form was ten feet tall and the body was surrounded by a translucent wind.

The wind scattered in strands.

It floated quietly in the air and said in a stiff voice: "Can be perceived."

It looked southward, and the whole person turned into a whirlwind and spread out in all directions.

The wind instantly drifted thousands of miles...100,000 miles...100,000 miles...100,000 miles...

It swayed lightly like a butterfly's wings, from north to south, and when it reached the ancient giant woods in the extreme south, it turned into a huge hurricane and swept over.

The giant tree was first blown to pieces, then it was completely crushed in the hurricane, turning into wood dust and floating in the vast ocean.

All creatures and monsters living in the woods were killed.

The chaotic hurricane opened its teeth and claws like a madman, and slowly stopped, and it restrained and turned into a whirlwind human form. It shot around indifferently. It tilted its head slightly, looking a little confused. It lost its perception of that creature again.

It exploded again with a bang, and countless winds gathered again. Now it was reborn in human form, but it seemed much smaller than before, becoming as tall as humans, but the wind on its body was no longer transparent, but became colorful.

It looked northeast, disappeared in a flash, and appeared over the mountains thousands of miles away.

Zhou Fan, covered with thick dark green scales, had just come out of the old days. He looked at the Feng Shen in the sky as if he felt something, and fear appeared on his face.

He could clearly sense the terribleness of this monster from the terrible hurricane that swept through the giant woods just now. He knew that the monster probably had been resurrected many times during this period before its strength would become so terrible.

But what he didn't understand was that it was agreed that it would take one stick of incense to resurrection each time?

The Wind God raised his right arm, and with a light finger at Zhou Fan, a huge tornado formed, sweeping all over the ground.

The world seemed to be swallowed by this tornado, and it changed color slightly. The endless huge mountains were swept away by the tornado and completely turned into flat ground.

It waved its arms lightly, and the tornado dissipated, and its figure also disappeared in the air.

When Zhou Fan came out of the old days thousands of miles away, the Wind God also arrived instantly, and another storm broke out, roaring and sweeping the ground.

After Zhou Fan came out of the old time for the third time, he removed the Chaos Old Demon Body, because the Wind God could track it every time, the Chaos Old Demon Body could not work.

The wind god came in an instant. It looked at Zhou Fan indifferently, pointed out with a point, and the spiral-shaped colorful wind pillars shot towards Zhou Fan.

Too fast... Zhou Fan's pupils contracted, and syllables spit out of his mouth, and golden ripples spread.

But this only paused the spiral wind pillar for a moment, penetrated the time imprisonment of Long Shenyu, penetrated Zhou Fan's body, and dispersed like a bubble by the piercing Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan's body appeared on the back of Feng Shen, and the Star Frost Rust Knife slashed down with a knife, and dusk fell.

The soul skill is thorny!

The colorful wind on the Wind God's body emits colorful light to resist the erosion of dusk. Instead of looking at Zhou Fan behind it, it punched forward.

Bang!

Zhou Fan's true body in front of him was hit by a punch, and his whole body fell to the ground like a meteorite, smashing a deep pit.

Zhou Fan's left half of his body was completely broken. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his pupils kept shrinking. The other party was really too strong, beyond his imagination. Whether it was the primordial skills of the old magic, the Dragon God Word, or the King of the Inquisition, these abilities were broken.

His left half of his body, which was destroyed by a punch, was quickly reborn.

But Feng Shen did not take any action. A cold and stiff voice came from its body, "You, no, should, should, here."

"This is fate and luck."

"Where, return."

Zhou Fan was stunned. The Feng Shen could still speak, but what did it mean?

Why shouldn't he be here? What kind of fate and reincarnation?

Feng Shen looked at the ghost burial coffin that he had just arrived.

The gray shadow woman and the two gray shadow children in the ghost burial coffin did not look at Zhou Fan anymore, but looked at Feng Shen.

Both sides looked at each other, and the air seemed to solidify.

Zhou Fan's destroyed body was reborn quickly. If he wanted the Ghost Burial Coffin to fight with the Wind God, then he would run away first and try not to be swept in. He had already planned to call the Emperor of All Nations to help.

"Go, go." Feng Shen's voice was still cold and stiff, but it became a little deeper.

The gray shadow woman and the two gray shadow children in the ghost burial coffin were still as dumb as before, and there seemed to be no intention of taking action.

past?

Zhou Fan thought silently, what does this mean? This legendary monster created by silently is obviously just a speechless person, so why is he suddenly able to speak like Zhiwu?

He guessed that this was not the weird saying, but the one said silently. He took a breath, and this was no longer the first strange monster to want to kill him.

Speaking of the past, the ghost burial coffin did not mean to pass, but instead stopped in place.

At this time, the dark crack suddenly tore up, and the little sister stepped out of it. She glanced at everything, and finally her eyes fell on Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan was stunned. Generally speaking, only he could take him to travel through the inter-domain. Why is the younger sister who is traveling through the interdomain alone now?

A surprising thought emerged in Zhou Fan's mind: Could it be that it has revived in the little sister's body?

The broken hollow bones on the little girl's body disappeared, its fat body was constantly growing, its body became stronger, and its yellow hair also turned blood blue, its azure-blue right eye was like ice, and its blood-red left eye was like fire.
Chapter completed!