Ningxue pushed Ye Wuchen to the north, and Yan Gongluo retreated half of his body and led them. He originally wanted to push Ye Wuchen instead of Ningxue, but was stubbornly rejected by this girl who was usually extremely well-behaved, so he had to give up.

"Holy Lord, it's really dangerous. If you get closer, you will be injured. Just go and take a look. Holy Lord, don't try to get closer." Yan Gongluo persuaded carefully.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and refused to answer, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

After walking for a long distance, they finally arrived at the forbidden area of ​​this small space. In front of them was a bare area, not only without any grass, but also the ground was incredibly flat, like a mirror. There was nothing or any sound. Anyone who came here for the first time would only be surprised and would not notice any danger.

"Saint Lord, it's here. Someone accidentally stepped into there, and the corpse was gone in one go. No one dared to go in again." Yan Gongluo bent down, picked up a stone the size of a fist on the ground, and shook his wrist.

A terrible scene appeared. As soon as the stone touched the forbidden area in front of him, it instantly shattered into tiny powder. The next second, the powder turned into a smaller powder. Finally, until it was so small that they could no longer recognize it with their eyes, it disappeared completely in it and was decomposed into the tiniest particles in the world.

Ningxue was so scared that she was stunned for a while before whispering: "It's so scary, it's really scary. Brother, can we stay away from here?"

There are reasons for the existence of anything. Ye Wuchen stared at the open space ahead for a long time and asked, "What is there in it? What power is so terrible?"

Yan Gongluo shook his head and said, "My grandpa and the others have wanted to know the answer to this question more than once, but in the end they all ended in vain. Over time, they gave up and no one was able to approach this place. For so many years, no one dared to approach this place, and this place became the only forbidden place. Everyone here wants to know how this terrible place was formed."

Ye Wuchen pondered for a long time and suddenly said, "Xue'er, push me over."

Ning Xue was stunned. Yan Gongluo was shocked and hurriedly stopped him and said anxiously: "Saint Lord, don't! The front is even more terrifying than you see. Don't talk about you and me, even my grandfather dared to get close. This is really not a joke."

"Brother, it's so scary there, it's not allowed to pass."

Ye Wuchen's left hand flashed with a ring of sword god. A sharp knife had appeared in his hand. He stretched his hand and cut off his small strand of hair, put it in Yan Gongluo's hand with a look of surprise: "Take it inside."

Yan Gongluo was puzzled, turned around and waved his right hand flat. His light hair flew straight forward as if he was pulled by some force. To achieve this level, it would be a little harder than throwing a huge rock.

The small bunch of hair flew into the terrible area, but it did not break down as Yan Gongluo thought. Instead, it fell lightly on the ground after exhausting its strength. There was only so many black foreign objects on the extremely smooth and flawless ground.

"This..." Yan Gongluo was stunned and could hardly believe his eyes. He moved his feet and kicked a stone in. In the blink of an eye, the stone was broken into ashes and had nowhere to stay.

Yan Gongluo was extremely surprised and asked with a look of surprise: "Saint Lord, what's going on? Your hair is actually..."

A plain smile appeared on Ye Wuchen's face. The temptation just now completely fulfilled his guess. He said, "This is the wind."

"wind?"

"That's right, it's the wind. It's the wind that is extremely terrible. The slow wind is very gentle, while the swift wind will be like a knife. And when the wind element is dense to a terrible level, this terrible wind will be produced. Once it is swept by this wind, will the strangled corpse be gone? Just like the stone twisted into powder by the wind." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

He lost all his strength, but his physique would not change. No matter how strong or dense the wind element in the world is, it will not cause any damage to him.

"Then why don't your hair..."

"Because I'm not afraid of the wind." Ye Wuchen stood up from the wheelchair, Yan Gongluo quickly supported him and savored the words Ye Wuchen just said - not afraid of the wind? What does this sentence mean? Is it actually not afraid of any wind element? Is this possible?

Ye Wuchen raised his hand to block Yan Gongluo's arm and said, "Don't worry, this place cannot hurt me."

"But, brother..." Ningxue saw that he wanted to walk inside, so she ran over anxiously and grabbed his clothes and shook her head vigorously.

Ye Wuchen lowered his head and said softly: "Half of my life comes from Xueer. How could he be willing to do things that hurt himself? Believe me, have you forgotten? I am not afraid of fire, water, or wind. I will not be afraid of anything."

Ningxue then let go of her hands and nodded slightly, but her hands were still tightly clutching each other, looking at him nervously.

Not afraid of fire, not water... not afraid of anything. Yan Gongluo felt dizzy. If this is the case, wouldn't that be... that's simply a monster!

"Saint Lord, even if you are really not afraid of here, what if... there is nothing here and there is no need to enter. Don't take such a big danger." Yan Gongluo also wanted to stop it, because the terror here had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although Ye Wuchen's hair was strangely safe and sound in it, it was impossible for him not to be nervous. Ye Wuchen raised his hand to interrupt him and walked forward with soft steps.

The deepest impression Ye Wuchen gave him during these days was his determination and calmness. Seeing that he was determined and determined at this time, he knew that he must have his intention, so he had to stop him. He watched him step by step as nervously as Ningxue, and his heart also beat violently.

Ye Wuchen took a step and stepped into the terrible area. Ningxue and Yan Gongluo's hearts suddenly rose to their throats, but they immediately let go and breathed a long sigh of relief. Ye Wuchen took another step forward and stepped into the whole body. Not to mention being injured, there was no damage to his clothes.

"It's so...so incredible, I'm worthy of being the Holy Lord." Yan Gongluo widened his eyes and muttered in disbelief.

Ye Wuchen was still walking forward, walking for more than ten meters before he could run out. After shaking his body a few times, he carefully turned around and sat down, posing, and sat cross-legged to them, with his eyes slightly closed, and no longer moving.

After a long time, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes and said, "Brother Gong Luo, don't wait for me, you can go back first. It should take me a long time. Here, nothing can hurt me."

His voice was severely weakened and distorted by the terrifying wind element, which made Ningxue not hear what he was saying at all. Yan Gongluo only heard a subtle voice as silk. He had been suspicious for a long time before nodding at Ye Wuchen, who had closed his eyes again, and said to Ningxue: "Sister Xueer, the Holy Lord said he will take a long time, let's go back first."

Ningxue shook her head vigorously and sat down on the grass, looking at Ye Wuchen without blinking: "I don't want to go back, I'm going to wait for my brother to come out."

Ningxue's almost hopeless attachment to Ye Wuchen these days has been seen, and Yan Gongluo was not able to insist, and said, "Okay, if the Holy Lord hasn't come out before night, I will give you some food."

"Well, thank you Brother Gong Luo." Ningxue smiled gratefully.

Yan Gongluo looked at Ye Wuchen for a while before leaving quickly.

Yan Gongluo was full of doubts and rushed home with anxiety. As soon as he arrived home, he met his grandfather Yan Tianwei. Yan Tianwei saw him with an anxious look and frowned, and asked, "Why are you the only one who comes back, what about the Holy Lord?"

"Grandpa, I'm about to tell you about this." Yan Gongluo hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The Holy Lord has gone into the forbidden area..."

"Bang", the iron pot that Yan Tianwei had just taken to prepare to decoct medicine himself fell to the ground. He grabbed Yan Gongluo's clothes and said in a trembling voice: "What did you say?"

Yan Gongluo knew that his grandfather had completely misunderstood, so he waved his hand and said, "Grandpa is not what you think. The Holy Lord insisted on going in, but after he went in, he had nothing to do. Now sit inside. According to the Holy Lord, it may take him a long time to come out. I think he may be trying to rely on the terrible energy there to recover his body."

Yan Gongluo almost scared Yan Tianwei's soul just now. After hearing his urgent explanation, he breathed a sigh of relief and shook Yan Gongluo away: "Can you stop talking so suddenly next time? I almost got scared by you." Soon, his face became so serious: "The Holy Lord is not afraid of that place. Why is this?"

"The Holy Lord said that there is a terrible wind that is densely filled with terrible wind, and he is not afraid of wind. Grandpa, what kind of person can be afraid of wind?" Yan Gongluo said in confusion.

Yan Tianwei did not answer immediately. He thought about it for a long time in the quiet, and said slowly: "No matter what other things, with the current physical condition of the Holy Lord, no matter how much power is poured into, it cannot be repaired. Maybe it will make his condition worse. Why did he try to use the power there to recover?"

"Human power is not good, maybe the natural power is enough." Yan Gongluo said casually.

But he said this casually, and even he didn't even take it in his heart, it was the mystery. Yan Tianwei was actually wrong from the beginning, and the mistake was to treat Ye Wuchen's body as an ordinary person's body. Ye Wuchen's exhausted body was like a dry river, and the spirit of heaven and earth he absorbed was only equivalent to a drizzle, and it was impossible to restore it to flow. And if it was a heavy rain... it would be more than just recovery.

"The Holy Lord must have his plans. Our Northern Emperor Sect has been looking for the Holy Lord for thousands of years, but now it has finally appeared. How could the person who chooses for thousands of years be ordinary people? The Holy Lord will not disappoint us." Yan Tianwei sighed.

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