On the vast Yuanji Mountain, Tian Qi carried Dingfengtai on his back, found the exposed wind vent with a narrow and long horns, put down the Dingfengtai and meditated on it again.

The whistling wind passed by, and Tian Qi was not an unnecessary move. Since it was artificial, the power of the turquoise wind was naturally the closer it was to the top of the mountain, the stronger it was.

If it were before, even if there was a Dingfengtai, Tian Qi would not dare to go deeper into this point, but now, the silver vortex in his mind gave Tian Qi the courage to try.

Before, the lemon wind blew through Tian Qi and Xia Ying were different. A lemon wind could hurt Tian Qi, and the wind entered his body, causing chaos and life to be eliminated.

However, Xia Ying was blown by the wind, which means she left several wounds that were neither heavy nor light. Xia Ying didn't like being blown by the wind. Tian Qi knew that Xia Ying hated Buddha's power, not afraid of the wind. Of course, if the state is low and blown for a long time, she would be seriously injured, but she would not be as unbearable as an ordinary person.

This ordinary person includes Tian Qi. There is no so-called difference in some things, just looking at the appearance.

Tian Qi used his true energy to slowly control the Dingfeng Bead, gathering the protective force of Dingfengtai in his heart. Except for the front and back of his heart, his whole body was exposed to the whistling wind.

In just an instant, Tian Qi's skin was torn clean by the Fengfeng who was walking down the mountain.

There was a black rosy wind between the flesh and blood. Tian Qi's body had no ability to hinder him at all.

Then, Tian Qi took the initiative to induce the Qixuan to steal the meridians, and the meridians were instantly set up from the heart and mouth. Unlike before, it was just a meridian before. At this moment, Tian Qi evolved into seven meridians, which is the limit of the sub-practice technique. Similarly, it can replace another "deficient" meridian that wraps Tian Qi's entire body meridians.

The vein that wandered in the body had guidance and vents, and was gradually tied up in the veins from the flesh and blood.

In my mind, the silver vortex flowing seemed to smell it, and a faint feeling of hidden great devouring power began to emanate from Tian Qi's eyebrows.

It was like a little starlight, or a god's finance refining it into a melt liquid. Starting from Tian Qi's eyebrows, a huge silver flower began to grow slowly along the lines on the surface of his body.

The thirst wind, which was tied up by Qi Xuan thief, began to restlessly.

The silver light flowed by, and in just a moment, the black wool wind became golden, and the rich Buddha power appeared again.

A will that seemed to be immortalized by all calamities seemed to gather from the power of the Buddha.

It is vaguely visible that there are one or two lines of Buddha's words that are unclear and intermittent in the golden wind.

I was still not anxious to realize that Tian Qi slowly realized that the silver light seemed to be extremely angry, and it swept the will that had been left behind for countless hours and swallowed up all the time.

When the will disappear, the Buddha's words disappeared, and the Buddha's power only turned into a golden Buddha's primordial of nine virtual and one real, like a golden lotus, blooming in Tian Qi's body.

The veins flowed, and under the urgency of the Qixuan Stealing Sutra, the rolling Buddha Yuan was refined in an instant, and with the disappearance of the golden lotus in the body.

The familiar gray-white true energy flowed out, and the body-replenishing technique was activated at the same time, and Tian Qi's high-breaking body began to heal bit by bit.

Tian Qi opened his eyes, and a ray of elf burst out in his eyes, looking at the huge wind curtain blowing from the top of the mountain, and shook his head after a long time.

The effect was much worse than he imagined. This Buddha's power was able to evolve such a powerful celestial wind with the supreme Zen technique, Nine Voids and One Real. Tian Qi had never seen the real celestial wind, but obviously even if this celestial wind was not a real natural disaster celestial wind, it could achieve the nine true and one empty.

Tian Qi envisioned that if he could refine the vegetative wind, he would be able to be self-sufficient and use the vegetative wind to refine the body, which would be greatly reduced.

Feeling the energy in his body, he turned around, and a tree of Changchun three or five feet tall appeared behind Tian Qi.

The shadow of the tree swayed, and the strands of energy squeezed by the wind rushed towards Tian Qi as if they had found a breakthrough.

After thinking for a while, Tian Qi once again let the control of Dingfengtai and continued to let the veins blow on his body.

The black wind ball covers Tian Qi, and every quarter of an hour, the wind ball dissipates, and a huge vortex of vitality will form outside Tian Qi's body.

After going back and forth, a whole night passed, and Tian Qi's clothes on his body had already been blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

Tian Qi was like a statue at this moment, with a dark black all over his body, densely condensed into a thick layer of scab, covering Tian Qi's entire body like a layer of thick armor.

Even the heart that he had been deliberately protecting before was the same, with a little vitality all over his body.

In the Tianhu Army, Lin Hu's eyes were always staring at the Yuanji Mountains, and Tian Qi's condition seemed to be dead at this moment.

"Lin Hu, you follow him like this? Do our prince take people seriously?"

Feng Jiutian's voice sounded in Lin Hu's ears, but the person was not in the Tianhu military camp.

"You should worry less about the matters in the East Palace. If you are idle, think about Longwu Master."

Lin Hu said this without thinking, and a phoenix ringing suddenly broke out in his ears. Lin Hu covered his ears and looked at Tianfeng Jun’s camp with dissatisfaction.

Longwu is better than Feng Jiutian in everything, more beautiful than Feng Jiutian. The Long family is stronger than Feng Jiutian. Even his cultivation level is a little ahead of Feng Jiutian. Feng Jiutian is a half-step Venerable, and Longwu is already a great Venerable.

"I'm just reminding you that the grandson looks like he's dead. The Sixth Army discusses the affairs. If you get him back now, there are still some people to save him. After the Sixth Army discusses the martial arts exercises of the seven countries begin, the daylily will be cold. Don't blame me for not reminding you that you don't want the grandson in the East Palace. Tell Tian Qi that there is still a great aunt in the Holy Dynasty."

Lin Hu did not respond. In the last sentence, Feng Jiutian was telling the words of the eldest princess Xuanye. Lin Hu was brave, but he was not stupid enough to contradict the princess' majesty.

However, Lin Hu was a little confused about Tian Qi's current state.

"Wu Daoqi!"

The weak gentleman, who was originally sickly lying on the big tiger-skin chair, immediately stood up in high spirits.

"The last one will be here!"

Lin Hu pointed to the Yuanji Mountains, "Go there to guard the grandson. If he can wake up, you don't have to show up. If he can't wake up, you will carry the body back."

Wu Daoqi was a little unreliable.

Why are people on the mountain? And, what's going on with this mindless command?

"Brother, no, General, there must be a deadline. Let's carry it back now? Or wait?"

"Wait a minute, before the seven countries perform martial arts, after I return from the Sixth Army's Party."

Lin Hu kicked his feet, and his whole body was like a tiger going down the mountain, wrapped in the sound of the wind and forest tiger roaring, and swept across the camp of the Tianhu Army towards the tent of the general army.
Chapter completed!