Ye Qing seemed to merge with those cold wind blades, and even turned into a wind blade.

He is the wind, and he is also the emperor of the wind. All wind elements in the world must be under his control.

Suddenly, countless wind blades condensed around Ye Qing, cutting through the void, carrying an astonishing aura of destruction.

"Huh?"

The ancient ancestral dragon let out a sigh of surprise.

Ye Qing actually understood the law of wind contained in sand sculptures in a short period of time?

"Well, I underestimated your talent in the wind element. You will soon be able to obtain the prehistoric level secret technique of the wind element."

"Take the secret method and look for other opportunities."

The ancient ancestral dragon gave advice.

Ye Qing realized it.

The sand sculpture collapsed.

Then, a ray of golden wind entered Ye Qing's body.

A huge amount of information emerged in Ye Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

This wisp of golden wind is the prehistoric level secret technique of the wind system!

The golden wind contains all the mysteries of prehistoric level secrets.
Chapter completed!