Chapter 743: Wind Power

Feng Lingzi, this name was well-known in the ancient times, and it was so powerful that countless creatures would be scared and terrified as soon as they heard it.

He was domineering and wanton in those days, and his deeds were full of evil and crimes. The severity and destructive power of the disasters he created were really hard to imagine and estimate.

It was precisely because of these atrocities of Feng Lingzi that the saints who had always been high above and indifferent to worldly affairs were finally alarmed.

Faced with such an arrogant and powerful monster, even these saints who were extraordinary in their daily lives could not sit idly by.

So, they all went out in person, exerted all their skills, and after a series of thrilling and fierce battles, they finally suppressed Feng Lingzi with great difficulty.

To explain why Feng Lingzi is so powerful and frightening, there is a crucial factor that cannot be ignored, that is, the jaw-dropping wind power he possesses.

This Taoist art comes from an ancient and mysterious inheritance of Gangfeng. Its power is huge and its changes are endless, which is absolutely incomparable to ordinary magic.

And more importantly, Feng Lingzi himself has an innate talent for wind bell grass magic, which seems to be a magic weapon specially given by God to him to control the power of the wind.

Because of this, since the day of his birth, Feng Lingzi has established a natural close connection with the wind.

As time goes by, after experiencing a long period of continuous tempering for tens of millions of years, Feng Lingzi's ability to control the wind has reached a superb and pinnacle state.

When he manipulates the power of the wind, it feels as if he is commanding his arms at will. Whether it is calling the wind and rain or destroying withered and rotten, everything is in his mind.

Although time flies, Feng Lingzi has been suppressed by the saint who is high above for a long time.

Thinking back to the shocking battle back then, it was simply a nightmare that destroyed the world and almost completely cut off the foundation of Feng Lingzi's practice.

But even after suffering such a heavy blow, when Feng Lingzi burst out the hidden power in his body again, the terrifying aura he showed was still like a surging raging wave, sweeping over and over, shocking the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, the pressure emanating from Feng Lingzi's body was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on an egg, and it had reached the jaw-dropping quasi-saint level!

This powerful aura was like a ferocious beast opening its bloody mouth, wanting to choose someone to devour, and instantly made all the onlookers around feel a fear that went deep into their bones. They were all horrified and pale as paper, and some even had weak legs and almost collapsed to the ground.

However, in this panic and chaos, the Saint of Yao Chi, who was facing Feng Lingzi, was like a towering mountain, motionless. His handsome face always maintained a touch of calmness and composure, as if everything that happened before his eyes was just a passing cloud.

He was wearing a holy white robe as pure as snow. Under the fierce wind, the corners of his clothes rustled in the wind, making him look as tall and straight as a pine tree, with an extraordinary temperament, as if he was an immortal.

The surrounding environment became more and more gloomy and terrifying at this moment, as dark as the eighteen levels of hell, filled with endless evil and dark breath everywhere.

These breaths followed like shadows, trying to erode people's minds with their fangs and claws, but all their efforts were in vain.

Because no matter how raging the darkness around him was, it could not suppress the increasingly dazzling and dazzling holy light around the Saint of Yao Chi.

The holy light was like a rising sun, emitting thousands of rays of light, dispelling the haze and illuminating the whole world.

The holy light was dazzling, like a flawless, bright and white full moon hanging high in the night sky, emitting a light that was both soft like water and unwavering like steel.

Wherever its light reached, it easily dispelled the originally dense darkness around it, as if it had the magical power to purify all the evil in the world.

Wherever this sacred light illuminated, the evil spirits that had been hiding in the dark corners suddenly showed up, and there was no place to hide anymore. In the end, they could only be completely suppressed and eliminated under the pressure of this powerful holy light.

At this moment, only a cold snort was heard from the mouth of the Holy Son of Yaochi, and his tall and straight body suddenly burst out with brilliant and dazzling mysterious light.

These mysterious lights were colorful and gorgeous. Some showed the violent colors of wind and thunder, while others changed into strange shapes of water and fire. They reflected each other and flickered, as if they wanted to break free from the various constraints and imprisonments imposed on them by this world.

In an instant, the mysterious lights of various colors gathered and merged together, like a surging and unstoppable torrent, sweeping in all directions with a majestic momentum like a mountain and sea!

At the same time, the forbidden world that Feng Lingzi had spent countless efforts to carefully build became as fragile as a piece of paper under the impact of such a powerful force. It was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Feng Lingzi herself suffered extremely serious injuries due to the breaking of the ban.

At this moment, she was in the diffuse green smoke, and the whole person looked extremely weak and painful.

Suddenly, a shrill and extremely wailing sounded from the depths of the green smoke. This wailing sound seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and reach the sky! The sound was so miserable that it made people change color and shudder.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Wu Kuang Qi Jun had turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards Hun Tian Da Sheng at a lightning speed.

At this time, Hun Tian Da Sheng was shrouded in a layer of extremely dense and impossible to dissolve evil spirits. These evil spirits were surging and rolling, as if they were going to cover the entire sky.

However, in front of this horrifying and terrifying scene, Wu Kuang Qi Jun stood firmly in place like an indestructible mountain, without any fear on his face.

He only saw his steps move slightly, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he had quickly approached the terrifying Hun Tian Da Sheng like a ghost.

In a flash, Wu Kuang Qi Jun's originally extremely large palms seemed to be endowed with endless power at this moment, and suddenly stretched outwards.