Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Where the wild wind rages, the true nature and spirit of life turn into flying smoke.

Looking at the realm of bad wind in front of him, even though he hadn't entered it yet, Jiang Sheng could feel the surging bad wind inside.

The so-called bad wind is the combination of thousands of wind currents, such as the Bei wind that can melt the soul and body, the Samadhi wind that can blow away the three souls and seven spirits of a person, and the fierce wind that can burn everything.
Since the death of Lord Tianwu, the power over the wind he held collapsed, and all kinds of wind were freed, surrounding the place where he died, turning into a divine realm to protect his remaining spirituality.

Before coming to Buzhou Realm, Jiang Sheng was actually unwilling to get close to the places where these Pure Yang Gods fell, and did not want to have anything to do with them.

But now Jiang Sheng has come. When Shaobai Mingjun used the excuse that Taoist Jinyang and Prince Youhua were both recuperating from their injuries and could not be found for the time being, and also offered the excuse that the legacy of Lord Tianwu in the Bad Wind Realm might be the remaining seeds of the Way of Wind, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but be tempted.

The so-called Tao seed refers to the seed of the Tao, which can also be called the pure yang seed, the root of the Tao, and the fruit of true destiny.
Only when a pure yang being that has transcended the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements dies will there be a chance to condense a Tao seed, and what is condensed can only be the Tao seed of the great path that one has stepped into.

The existence of the Tao Seed has only one goal: Pure Yang!

The Tao seeds born from the death of the great Chunyang can not only enable the cultivators to further advance their Taoism, but also strengthen their magical powers and techniques, and strengthen their true spiritual nature. When setting foot on the road of Chunyang, it is like a clear spring in the Gobi desert, which is enough to allow travelers pursuing the great way to trek through the most difficult section of the road.

Although this Dao Seed only involves the Great Dao that Chunyang mastered before his death, and may be different from one's own method of cultivation, even so, this Dao Seed can be sacrificed when breaking through the Chunyang realm, and its understanding of the Great Dao can help oneself to make further progress.

To some extent, the Seed of the Great Dao is comparable to the treasure of Chaos.

However, although the Seed of the Great Dao is good, it can only condense when Chunyang dies, and it does not necessarily condense. To a certain extent, the Seed of the Great Dao is the Taoist tradition left in the world by the fallen Chunyang, and it is more likely to be the symbol of Chunyang's return.

Therefore, although all the heavens and all the worlds know that the Seed of the Great Dao is good, the number of people who can actually obtain the Seed of the Great Dao is very small. Not to mention obtaining it, even those who have seen it with their own eyes are very few.

As for forcibly killing a Pure Yang to obtain the Seed of the Great Dao, such a thing has never happened in the heavens and myriad worlds.

Therefore, when Shaobai Mingjun said that the Bad Wind Realm might contain the seeds of the Way of Wind left by the God of Tianwu, Jiang Sheng's first thought was not surprise, but absurdity.

Be it the Lord Tianwu or the other fallen Lords, they all died in the battle for luck with the Panfeng Realm. The four Pure Yang Lords fell. If they really condensed the seeds of the Great Dao, would the God Emperors of the Panfeng Realm not take them away?

Not to mention the others, His Majesty is the one who truly has a keen eye for law.

Shao Bai Mingjun also understood Jiang Sheng's doubts. He said solemnly, "True Lord, I was also skeptical about the news about the Seed of the Great Dao. After all, the existence of such a thing is only rumored in the heavens and myriad worlds, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes."

“And several of the Lord Gods perished in the divine war between the two sides of the Great Thousand Worlds ten thousand years ago. If there really are any treasures left, they will definitely be taken away by the Panfeng Realm.”

"But what if the gods knew they were no match for us and left behind their treasures on purpose? What if the remaining souls of the gods were immortal and it took them ten thousand years to breed the seeds of the avenue?"

"At worst, we've come all the way here, so we have to take a look, right?"

Because of this, Jiang Sheng followed Shaobai Mingjun to the Realm of Bad Wind.

Yes, now that I'm here, it's necessary to take a look.
Jiang Sheng soothed the Zhu Xian Sword in his sleeve. He could sense the excitement of the Zhu Xian Sword.

The four immortal swords, the Zhuxian Sword, the Luxian Sword, the Juexian Sword and the Xianxian Sword, were cast as one. In the past, Jiang Sheng used a small world that was about to be destroyed as a furnace, the countercurrent of yin and yang as a hammer, and the five elements of chaos as firewood to forge these killing weapons.

After the four swords were forged, Jiang Sheng incorporated the principles of yin and yang, the three disasters and the end of the catastrophe into them, and even took a breath of the mysterious yellow energy of heaven and earth when he ascended to heaven and earth, allowing the four swords to overcome barriers and ascend to the ranks of true treasures.

Today's four swords of killing, trapping and destruction are of high grade and extraordinary spirituality, with extremely high sensitivity to disasters, wind, thunder, water and fire.

Along the way, as Jiang Sheng got closer to the Realm of Bad Wind, he could clearly sense Zhu Xian Sword's irrepressible excitement and eagerness to try.

Obviously, the Zhu Xian Sword sensed some clues in this world of bad winds filled with the aura of disaster and death.

Jiang Sheng himself also had a sudden inspiration outside this realm of bad wind.

A sudden impulse is an interaction between destiny, luck and oneself. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends entirely on one's own understanding and heaven's will.

This time, he suddenly felt like telling Jiang Sheng that this trip would be a blessing rather than a curse.

"Lord Ming, I have a feeling this time. In this world of bad wind, maybe there is a chance for us to meet."

As they were talking, Jiang Sheng and Shao Bai Mingjun disappeared into the wind barrier.

"Five Treasures Immortal Coins, fall to me!" As the Five Treasures God, dressed in brocade and jade, offered up a colorful coin, a twisted and roaring wind demon was beaten into a sieve by thousands of coins and disappeared in the chaotic and disordered wind.

At the same time, Lord Huang, who was standing beside Lord Wubao, casually swung out a dark sword and dispersed the three wind monsters that were rushing up.

If you focus on Lord Wubao and Lord Huang at this moment, you will find that they have been surrounded by countless wind demons and monsters.

Although the Divine Lord Tianwu has fallen, how could the spirituality of the Divine Emperor Chunyang dissipate so easily?

In this world of evil winds, it is filled with innate gods and demons that have been imbued with the divinity and spirituality of Lord Tianwu. These innate gods and demons usually wander around blindly, but once they detect a strange breath, they will swarm in like crazy and strangle the creatures who dare to break into the burial place of the Lord Tianwu.

These former innate gods of the wind world, now innate gods and demons, have lost their reason and have no emotions. They are like the attendants and guards of the former Lord Tianwu, indiscriminately attacking any creature who dares to enter the bad wind world, and turning those ignorant creatures into part of them.

Although both Mr. Huang and Mr. Wubao have the aura of gods, it makes no difference to these innate gods and demons.

Right now, there are no less than a million wind demons and wind monsters just around the Five Treasures Divine Lord and the Huang Mansion Lord. Any one of them taken out has the strength of an early stage of refining the void. And among these wind demons and wind monsters, there are some powerful wind demons that almost have the power of a late stage of refining the void.

Previously, the Lord of Five Treasures was careless and almost got ambushed by a wind demon in the late stage of refining emptiness. Fortunately, the treasure fairyland had no shortage of magic weapons or magical treasures, and the Lord of Five Treasures had enough magic weapons on him, so he killed the wind demon with ease.

And no one knows how many wind demons in the late stage of refining emptiness there are among these millions of innate gods and demons.

But what the Five Treasures God and Huang Fujun faced was only a small part.

As the Five Treasures God and the Huang Mansion Lord took action to strangle these mindless wind demons and monsters, a red flame burst out in the distance, followed by several streamers of fire feathers that seemed like dragons chasing the waves in the sea, indiscriminately killing thousands of wind demons and monsters with earth-shaking power.

Fifteen million miles ahead of Lord Wubao and Lord Huangfu, the Third Prince was charging forward to clear a path for them, while Lord Qingxia was following behind the Third Prince, constantly tracking the traces of the remaining soul of Lord Tianwu.

After all, he was the three-time champion of the Great Thousand Heavenly Performance Conference of the Five Divine Realms. When the Third Prince Zhang of the Yaozhen Realm swung the Samadhi Mysterious Fire Spear in his hand, lines of true fire swept across the eight directions, burning all the wind demons that dared to approach. Among them, there were even wind demons in the late stage of the Refined Void Realm who were stabbed to death by a single shot from the Third Prince Zhang.

As for those wind demons and wind monsters that were not in the late stage of refining emptiness, it was difficult for them to even get close to Prince Zhang San within a radius of 100,000 miles. They were directly beaten to death by those streamers of fire feathers.

Even though Prince Zhang San displayed such might as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the number of wind demons and wind monsters gathering around him was increasing, to the point that even Prince Zhang San found it difficult and frightening.

"Qingxia!"

"Didn't you say that you sensed the whereabouts of the remaining soul of the Tianwu Divine Lord?"

"Why have we traveled 80 million miles and still haven't seen it?!"

Prince Zhang San couldn't help but ask the Lord Qingxia behind him. If he didn't know that this trip to Buzhou Realm was decided by the God Emperors of the Four Directions God Realm, he would have suspected that Lord Qingxia was deliberately using these hundreds of millions of innate gods and demons to trap and kill him in this Evil Wind Realm.

Qingxia God was holding a bronze mirror at this time, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Listening to the questioning of Zhang San Taizi, Qingxia God said unhappily: "Don't disturb me!"

"Don't I want to find the remaining soul of Tianwu Divine Lord right away?"

Although he said so, Lord Qingxia still had to explain a few words. After all, whether he could find the remaining soul of Lord Tianwu depended on the military power of Prince Zhang San.

Therefore, Qingxia Divine Lord suppressed his unhappiness and said, "You must know that the residual soul of Tianwu Divine Lord is constantly wandering in the entire Bad Wind Realm, and I can only barely track the Divine Lord's location. If I forcibly lock on and attract the residual soul of Tianwu Divine Lord to counterattack, then you and I will both die without a burial place."

"But I have roughly locked onto the location of the remnant soul of Tianwu Divine Lord. It's in the northeast. I'm advancing toward your northeast!"

Hearing Lord Qingxia's affirmative words, Prince Zhang San vented all his anger on the wind demons and monsters in front of him.

But when Prince Zhang San swung the Samadhi Mysterious Fire Spear in the air, two arms grew out of his ribs and shoulders in an instant.

Six-arm magical power!
Then, one magic weapon after another flew out from Prince Zhang San's body, some were the demon-slaying sword with a red body and dark crimson patterns, some were the thunder cone made of dragon horns and wrapped with gold and silver threads. All kinds of magic weapons were held in Prince Zhang San's hands, and the fire feather ribbons on Prince Zhang San's body danced continuously, bursting out with a powerful force that could overturn rivers and seas. Prince Zhang San even turned into a red stream of light and flew straight to the northeast, sweeping away countless wind demons along the way and clearing a smooth path for thousands of miles.

Seeing this, even Lord Qingxia couldn't help but sigh inwardly. After all, he was the new generation of killing god in Yaozhen Realm. His fighting power was truly shocking.

The voice of the Third Prince Zhang also reached the ears of the Qingxia God from thousands of miles away:
"Hurry up, I have a feeling that there are more than just a few of us in this world of bad winds." (End of this chapter)