Lord of the Desert

Chapter 338 Feeding
The moonlight is faint.

The Yao River meanders under the night, like the thick black hair of the earth.

This is still dozens of miles away from Yunlan City.

Hong Fan stepped into the void and looked against the wind. He saw that the city was as narrow as a thin line and the buildings were broken into pieces like rubble.

Everywhere you look, there is a single peak rising from the ground, adjacent to the city.

Apart from Fengyunding, this mountain will not have a second name.

Because from the mountainside upwards, the high-speed swirling storm accumulated like a disk, which was as high as five or six miles.

Within twenty miles, Hong Fan sensed the disorder of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Violent, oppressive, deadly, and even devastating...

After sensing it for a while, he even became aware of negative human emotions such as anger, resentment, etc.

Duan Tiannan walked forward, crossing the sky under the cover of night and falling into the city.

After passing the Yunlan City Wall, Hong Fan looked up and saw that the storm was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering half of the sky.

Huaiyang Royal City was built along the Yao River.

Its city is larger than Duanli, but it's late at night, so it's hard to say whether it's prosperous or not.

From north to south, the outermost part is the residential market, the middle part is the royal palace, and the last part is Fengyunding separated by tall city walls.

Under the storm, the single peak exposed 700 meters of rock.

There is a couplet carved on the left and right sides of the cliff.

[One thought of Tiangang's will can make you stand alone in thousands of miles. 】

Four characters in horizontal batch - the world is free and happy.

At this time, the three of them had descended to a height of more than [-] meters, still a few miles away from Fengyunding.

From this distance, Hong Fan could see the swelling and contraction of the wind mass like breathing.

The sound of the rumbling wind was hollow and vague, as if it was ever present, lingering in his ears all the time.

Under the support of Zhen Yuan, the three of them landed gently on the top of a watchtower at the end of the palace.

"Just stay here. It might be dangerous to get any closer."

Duan Tiannan said.

He stepped lightly, stepping on the glazed tiles under his feet.

A few meters away, Hong Fan heard the sound of the two men falling.

"fainted."

Duan Tiannan said.

He was naturally referring to the guards in the watchtower.

At this moment, the three people were completely covered by the storm.

If he didn't look back, Hong Fan wouldn't be able to see a single cloud in the sky, let alone the stars and the moon.

"As you can see, that's Wind and Cloud Summit."

Duan Tiannan stretched out his hand and pointed, introducing.

"Where is Feng Jianke in retreat?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Exactly."

Duan Tiannan nodded.

"The top of the mountain is also the burial place of Feng Yeyi, the only one in the world."

This Qiankun Alone is known to everyone in Dahua. As a martial saint, he "brought order to order" during the rebellion of the Thirteen Kings, and was named the first King of Huaiyang.

"So this storm that covers the sky..."

Hong Fan speculated.

"Yes, it is the state of impermanence left behind by Feng Yeyi."

Duan Tiannan answered directly.

"You have already cultivated the relationship between heaven and man, and you are also in charge of the destiny star. You should be able to feel the extreme danger of this storm."

Hong Fan has long heard of the realm of impermanence - such as the "eating heart impermanence" in the west of Zhanzhou and the "thousand-eye impermanence" in the east of Jiuzhou.

Based on his understanding, this is a kind of wonder that occurs when an area is saturated with magical powers. It often occurs when gods fight or the strong fall.

But that didn't answer all his questions.

Everyone has read the fable of the pony crossing the river in the past life - the river water that can drown the interaction between heaven and man may only reach Yuan Ci's lower legs.

"This wind of destruction makes no difference to you or me."

Duan Tiannan seemed to know what the other party was going to say.

"Because this wind is called the Divine Wind of Tiangang. It can destroy metal, corrode bones, and obliterate Sumeru. It is a magical power that can only be understood after practicing one of the Ten Sutras."

Hong Fan was taken aback.

"Is the burial place of the Martial Saint so dangerous?"

He murmured after a while.

This time Duan Tiannan shook his head.

"No, in fact, martial saints who die well rarely develop the state of impermanence - lingering thoughts after death shows that they are unwilling to accept it."

"A majestic Martial Saint, with the power to reach heaven and earth, why is there so much unwillingness?"

"And even if it reaches the realm of impermanence, it won't have as much destructive power as this thing in front of you..."

Duan Tiannan showed a heavy and cold smile.

He stared deeply at the mountain rock that went straight into the center of the storm, his gaze so stern that he seemed to be looking directly at someone.

"So why is Windcrest different?"

Hong Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Well, you'll know after you see it." When he said this, Duan Tiannan's voice was as cold as bone.

In the distance, from the foot of Fengyunding Mountain, a very tiny fire dragon circled up the mountain.

Hong Fan heard that Gu Yixin stepped on the glazed tiles.

So he also stared.

Fire is a torch.

The dragon is a formation of people.

There are about [-] heavily armed Tianfeng troops escorting nearly [-] civilians to trek up the mountain path.

With Hong Fan's eyesight, he could clearly see the cries, trembling, and stumbling of those people.

Only the wind was loud and no sound could be heard.

Fengyunding was not high to begin with, and soon the fire dragon reached halfway up the mountain.

A little above here, a flat ledge was right next to the edge of the wind mass.

The first group of more than [-] people were forced upward with the tips of spears.

The sound of the storm became more violent.

The soldiers seemed to have received the order and retreated as if to flee.

Then, the wind swelled and spread downward.

With just one breath, the rock platform was empty, not even a drop of blood left.

Hong Fan's hair stood on end.

At this moment, he only felt that the wind was not blowing around him.

This is the cold breath blowing from the teeth, the cruel chewing of invisible sharp teeth, the blood that has lost its color, and the materialized fear.

Only it won't be the wind.

"People who are drafted, this is where they go."

Duan Tiannan said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up.

"Is this a blood sacrifice?"

Hong Fan suppressed the sense of absurdity in his heart and asked in the same soft voice.

"Not so nagging."

Duan Tiannan shook his head from side to side and stared at Fengyunding without blinking.

"It's just feeding."

"It has been continuous from 20 years ago to now - in the past, it was said that there were only a few batches a month, but now it is non-stop every day."

Hong Fan's mouth was half open, but he couldn't close it for a long time.

20 years is not long.

But placed in this kind of thing, placed in this place, it seems too upright and high-sounding.

So much so that it is irrational.

"What's the use of the impermanent state?"

Hong Fan swallowed and tried to analyze it further.

"The realm of impermanence is useless; at least I don't know of it."

Duan Tiannan replied.

"But this impermanent state will continue to generate Tiangang Divine Wind, so it will be useful."

"Understanding martial arts?"

Hong Fan turned his face away.

"That's it?"

Duan Tiannan nodded.

"The legacy of the Martial Saint is not endless; every generation of Gangfeng in the Impermanent Realm consumes the essence left by Feng Yeyi."

"When the essence is exhausted, the impermanent realm will also die."

He pointed to the sky.

"So these people who were conscripted..."

Hong Fan watched the second group of people being swallowed up by the storm on the ledge and couldn't help but look away.

"Correct."

Duan Tiannan still stared.

"They are the nutrients that feed the Martial Saint's remains, and they are the fuel for Fengjianke to retreat."

Whoa!

At this time there was a thunder.

The wind group suddenly became violent, and light lit up inside.

From the middle and upper part of Lanshan Mountain, at a height of 3000 meters above the ground, a white gas brighter than the moonlight breaks away to the east and disappears in an instant.

It's like burping due to indigestion after eating.

"what is that?"

Hong Fan asked.

He didn't know that his voice was shaking.

"What do you say?"

Duan Tiannan almost growled.

"That's a wind disaster!"

This was the first time Hong Bum heard him angry.

(End of this chapter)