Chapter 342 Wind Respects Life

"Who the hell are you?" It seems that the wind Zun in front of her is pretending to be mysterious. Although the grumpy fire god rosefinch does not have the ability to deal with him for the time being, the physical strength of the body is still enough for her to roar.

"Who am I? I'm just a gust of wind, a gust of wind that I don't know how many years I have slept!" Muttering these words, Feng Zun's expression in front of him suddenly calmed down, and his thoughts also fell into some kind of memory. Feng Zun, who fell into memories, and the emotions on his face were also changing rapidly. People don't know what he is thinking, but they can feel that he must have experienced a lot of things.

Just as Feng Zun fell into his thoughts, the three gods quietly gathered together and looked at the reborn Feng Zun with vigilance. If it was before, then the three of them may still have a chance to fight with Feng Zun. But now, I'm afraid there is no hope at all. First, because the battle with Fengzun White Tiger has exhausted all their strength, and second, because Fengzun, who was reborn in front of him, seems to be stronger than Fengzun White Tiger. It is also because of this that even if the three gods have a heart, they are powerless. However, even so, they can't retreat at all. Behind them is the vast city where almost all the four gods gather.

Standing at the head of the vast city, the emperor's eyes became solemn, and he also felt the strong strength of Feng Zun. With their current strength, they can't fight against it at all. But now, what else can they do besides waiting?

Wow, he took a long breath, and Feng Zun woke up from meditation. Unbelievably, a small breath, the airflow exhaled actually carved a deep gully on the ground. If it hadn't been for the high temperature of the sea and burning flames that burned all the plants, maybe such a small airflow would have stirred those plants into powder.

"Alas, I have experienced too much! I don't know what else I'm going through!" Feng Zun said in a vicissitudes of tone, "However, there seems to be one more thing left! Although the white tiger died, at least he also summoned me to come out, which is also kind to me! If you don't repay your kindness, this is not my character! In this case, let me fulfill his last wish!"

After hesitating for a while, Feng Zun looked at the three gods gathered in the distance and said calmly, "At least the three of you are some favors to me. I can spare you not die!" You guys leave. However, I have to tell you three, hide far away. This world will be my world, the world of wind, and I will also be the master here!"

"You crazy guy! What the hell do you want to do?" The fire god rosefinch said coldly.

"What do you want to do? It's not your turn to take care of it! Since you want to know what I want to do, I will show you!"

Feng Zun's arm was raised and a strong airflow rushed out of the wide cuffs. While rushing out of the cuffs, the airflow made a thrilling roar like a beast freed from its cage. Then, the airflow began to sweep away on the vast and flat land outside the vast city.

Storm is a storm. The strong airflow formed a storm that devours everything. The trees were uprooted and the rocks were swept into the air and shattered. Originally, it was still a cyan airflow, which slowly turned into a turbid yellow. And the storm also became a terrible sandstorm because of the addition of sand and debris.

When the sandstorm bursts, the lives of all things seem to be so fragile that tearing them into pieces is the only result. When the sandstorm fell, the body of everything was buried. As for where the burial is, no one knows. Because such a large city also looks so small under this sandstorm.

resist, there is no power to resist at all. Although this is the means of Feng Zun, isn't it the power of nature in heaven and earth?

The sandstorm in the distance only made the three gods palpitate. They never thought that a wind would be so powerful.

The throat couldn't help squirming, but Shuisheng Qinglong suddenly felt that even the air they breathed was so dry. It's as if the moisture in the air was also buried by the terrible sandstorm.

"What should we do?" The three gods looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do.

And Feng Zun in the distance looked at the sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, with a proud smile on the corners of his mouth. He looked at the vast city close at hand and said with a smile, "The wind is already unrestrained and free. You should not imprison the freedom of the wind, but let him soar freely between heaven and earth!" Go ahead, Feng, and pursue your freedom!"

When Feng Zun's words fell, his body was also swallowed up by the sandstorm. However, everyone knows that Feng Zun did not die, but integrated into the terrible sandstorm.

The roar of the wind is like the roar of a beast that keeps echoing in my ears, which is frightening. What's more disturbing is that the growing sandstorm is rushing towards the vast city.

The soldiers standing at the head of the city are not afraid of the bloody battlefield, because there is still a chance to survive on the battlefield. But in the face of the sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun and could bury everything, they were afraid. Because this will be a war with no chance of life.

The sandstorm is constantly growing, but the speed is constantly slowing down, because the original flat land has been dug into a depression by the fierce storm. Just like the ocean that has been drained, it is uneven and ferocious.

"Princess, hurry up and leave!" General Nanjiang rushed to the city and said.

Before Nanqing came to answer, the fire god rosefinch had already rushed down. With a pale face, she looked at the chaotic crowd in the city and said unbearably, "Wugar, come with me!"

"No! God, I can't go! The city is full of my people. If I leave, how can I face them!" Nanqing's tears fell again. At this time, she did not choose to escape alone.

After hearing this sentence, the chaotic scene was slightly eased. After all, they knew that their leader had not left, and the princess of the Nanchi clan had not left.

"Zhusaku, Qinglong, you go, give it to me here! Go east. Qinglong, the water source of the Donglong people is slightly more abundant, which is slightly more powerful to resist sandstorms. Emperor Xuanwu said eagerly.

Behind them, the violent sand is approaching little by little. Even the soldiers who were still standing at the head of the city had already fallen a thick layer of dust on their shoulders.

"Xuanwu!" The rosefinch and Qinglong shouted at the same time.

"Go away. If you don't leave, I'm afraid you really won't have a chance!" Xuanwu said angrily, "I use space to exchange, but I can only take away one-tenth of the people here. Make a decision quickly! I will start casting spells now. Remember, you only have half a quarter of an hour!"

After saying that, the earth emperor Xuanwu did not care about their attitude and began to condense the power in his body, ready to use space for exchange. The so-called space exchange is actually to exchange a region in front of us with a region tens of millions of miles away in an instant. Just like space movement, but the object of space movement is the object, and the object of space exchange is the region where the object is located.

The water saint Qinglong and the fire god rosefinch also knew that now was not the time to be modest, so they quickly selected some members from the four god clans.

"God, none of us can leave. Why do you still take away these Western Tigers?" General Nanjiang asked incomprehensiblely.

The Vulcan rosefinch did not suppress people with momentum, but said with some pity, "Nanjiang, I understand your mind. However, what we want to transfer now is not the life of the three Protoss, but to preserve the seeds for the future of the Protoss world. Do you understand when I say that?"

Hearing this, Nanjiang's expression was suddenly dull, and he understood the meaning of the rosefinch's words. Even if all the three gods are transferred away, even if they defeat the sandstorm and establish a new divine world. How can the divine world without the West Tiger clan become a completed new divine world? At this moment, those so-called family hatred should be put down. In the face of the destruction of the world's race, what should be thought of is the overall view, a view of the overall situation beyond the limitations. After thinking about this, Nanjiang stopped talking.

"Ming, won't you leave with us?" Nanqing's eyes were red. She planned to stay, but she had to choose to leave. Because she was the last bloodline of the Nanchi royal family, everyone in the Nanchi clan begged their princess to leave. Looking at the pleading eyes and the soldiers kneeling on her knees, she had to leave.

The Pluto smiled faintly, then shook his head and said, "Don't worry about leaving. These things can't threaten me. Don't forget who I am!"

The Underworld, the master of the underworld, in short, he is already a dead man. What can he do?

Everyone is ready! Space exchange!" The earth emperor Xuanwu roared hard, and a circle of earthy yellow light wrapped everyone who was ready to transfer in it.

With a bang, the earth sent out a violent vibration. A snow-covered area appeared in the gathering place of the people who were originally going to be transferred.

Seeing the thick snow, the earth emperor Xuanwu smiled bleakly and said, "For good, I'm afraid they have been transferred to the territory of my Beiwu clan!" The situation is not too bad!"

However, just after he said this, the sandstorm began to engulf the small city where he was. In an instant, the vast city was submerged by the rolling yellow sand.