< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Chapter 411

Words:2877Update:22/06/29 05:47:05

Report

Wind Mark Secret Technique!

Ye Qinghan raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have heard this name before, but he couldn't recall what it was.

"Brother Ye, what are you thinking? Wind Mark represents the fastest speed in the world. It's faster than lightning and faster than light. Once cultivated, you can travel ten thousand miles without leaving a trace. It's several times faster than the great Peng that can fly ninety thousand miles in the sky! "Que Que 'er said excitedly.

Ye Qinghan was enlightened. He had seen this secret technique in the secret history of the God of Slaying's World, but it was only briefly mentioned. He didn't know much about Wind Mark.

"Keep it. Now that you have the God of Slaying's Shaman Spear and cultivate the Battle Character Formula, you will be able to defeat anyone with the Wind Mark Secret Technique." Ye Qinghan nodded.

Ye Qinghan took all the battle spears and even the crafting furnace. Ming Que 'er didn't stop him and allowed him to take it all.

The two looked around the main hall and found that most of the treasures had disappeared in the long river of time. The secret techniques and weapons were all gone.

The main hall had suffered a terrifying attack, and only the crafting room was undamaged. The other places were all in ruins. The two of them left the main hall and went to the open space outside to meet up with the others. They found that most of the people had gained nothing, and their faces were especially ugly.

"Go back and prepare. Now that the seal of the Ancestral Land has been broken, we are in the endless universe. We will be challenged by experts at any time. Even the dead spirits of the forbidden land will be attracted. This time, don't be caught off guard and let the same thing happen again!" Que 'er said in a deep voice, wanting to send everyone away.

Seeing that there was nothing to gain, everyone left. Only Sage Kuang, Kuanglong, and Hu Wa were left standing. Sage Kuang looked like he had aged a thousand years. He looked at Ye Qinghan and Que 'er and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Que 'er sighed and said faintly, "Grandpa, we are fine. We won't blame you. You can go back."

However, Sage Kui didn't dare to leave. He stared at Ye Qinghan with a pitiful look in his eyes, clearly hoping to gain his approval.

Ye Qinghan sneered. He did not want to make things difficult for Ming Que 'er, so he said, "Senior, please go back. I will pretend that nothing happened yesterday."

Only then did Sage Kuang Long sigh and leave. Kuang Long looked at Sage Kuang Long's old back and bitterly smiled. He turned to Ye Qinghan and Ming Que 'er and said, "Sister, Brother-in-law, grandpa has become muddle-headed. Don't blame him. I'll be leaving first. You two have a good chat."

Chai Kuanglong didn't even look at the two of them. He dragged Hu Wa and turned to leave.

Hu Wa screamed and wanted to communicate with Ye Qinghan again, but he didn't have the chance.

Ye Qinghan and Ming Que 'er looked at each other and smiled, then fell silent.

The opening of the ancestral land's seal had disrupted their plans. Ming Que 'er could feel Ye Qinghan's eagerness to return home was like an arrow.

Ye Qinghan was indeed eager to return home, but Ming Que 'er had to face the entire Sorcerer Tribe alone. The hearts of people were sinister. The Eight Great Sorcerer Tribes might not be willing to submit to her. Just Chai Kuanglong alone might not be enough to protect Ming Que' er.

"You want to leave?" Ming Que 'er asked gently.

"Yes. I've been away for too long. I'm worried that something might have happened to Kuangzong." Ye Qinghan nodded. He didn't hide anything. Besides, he had been away from Emperor Ye for too long. He had to go back and check on her. At least, he had to make sure that she was safe.

"Then … you can go back." Ming Que 'er didn't urge him to stay. She even took the initiative to say, "Don't mention me to Sister-in-law. Just pretend that I never appeared."

Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly. How could he pretend that this didn't happen? If he really pretended that it didn't happen, wouldn't he owe Ming Que 'er too much? That was two lives!

"Take the Wind Mark secret technique with you." Ming Que 'er generously handed the Wind Mark secret technique over to Ye Qinghan. She also passed on the memories of the Primordial Sorcerer Script to him. Then, she retreated to the side. She was incomparably calm, as if she didn't feel reluctant to part with it at all.

Ye Qinghan sighed. The more Ming Que 'er acted like this, the more it showed that she loved him madly. She could love him without caring about anything else. It was too unfair for her to leave just like that. However, if he brought her back, how would he explain it to Emperor Ye? The Sorcerer Tribe wouldn't let him take her away.

He flipped open the Wind Mark secret technique. The first chapter was: Wind, the speed of the extreme. Chasing the traces of wind could reach the end of the limit.

The profound meaning of wind originated from nature and transcended nature. The Wind Mark existed in the universe, but it was formless and traceless. The heart followed the wind. Wherever the eye swept across, it was a domain. This was the God of Wind.



It looked like a simple iron scroll, but there were a few human-shaped movements carved on it.

"Qi flows through the Dantian, runs through the Hundred Extraordinary Meridians, burns the Nine Dragon Acupuncture Points, and erupts between the legs. The Spirit and the Heavens are in harmony. Your thoughts reach the Eight Desolations of the Universe. The profound meaning of wind is in your heart. Nothing can imprison you. Heaven and Earth cannot restrain you.

Ye Qinghan eagerly read the iron scroll. His heart gradually calmed down.

"Where … is the wind?" Ye Qinghan murmured. The Wind Mark secret technique was just an iron scroll. There were very few words. Just a few words were like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. It seemed to contain the profound meaning of wind.

Ming Que 'er stood in a daze. She had never seen Ye Qinghan lose his composure like this before.

Ye Qinghan stood up. He kept murmuring, "Where is the wind?" It was as if he had gone mad. He walked unconsciously towards the outside world.

"Big Brother Ye?" Ming Que 'er tried to pull Ye Qinghan, but she was pushed away by his aura.

Ye Qinghan walked out of the underground world. Facing the cool breeze, his clothes fluttered. His ten fingers reached into the sky, searching for the faint traces of wind. He walked aimlessly for a day. His body could feel the wind, but his consciousness could not touch it. Ye Qinghan just walked like that.

Sha sha sha …

He walked with the wind. The wind grew stronger and stronger. Yellow sand filled the sky. There was no sunlight. At night, astral winds blew. Ming Que 'er had no choice but to retreat back into the underground city.

Ye Qinghan's figure began to speed up. He was so fast that there was no trace of him. Wherever the wind reached, his figure would change position without leaving a trace.

His speed reached the limit. He did not use any spatial laws or True Yuan. He was completely relying on the profound meaning of wind.

Boom!

With a long spear in his hand, the Battle Formula burst out and the Wind Mark Profound Meaning was used. Everywhere was only a small part of it, but its power was still multiplied. It was incomparably tyrannical. The earth cracked, the mountains and rivers retreated, and the yellow sand rolled up in waves.

Ye Qinghan walked tirelessly between the mountains and rivers. He became faster and faster. At the same time, his body was everywhere on the ancestral planet of the Sorcerer race. It was as if he was real. If he did not move, no one could tell where the real body was.



It was rare for the endless universe to be peaceful. Other than the Sovereign Domain, most of the universe was controlled by Lou Lan. Great Commander Roger wore armor and held a spear. Everywhere he went, no one dared to disobey him.

500 years after Ye Qinghan left, the endless universe was unified. The hidden wealthy families had no choice but to hide.

The universe was now divided into four major forces: Lou Lan Dynasty, Ancient Massacre God, Hidden Wealthy Families, and Myriad Races Alliance.

Myriad Races Alliance was created by Heaven's Equal Monkey King and other super experts. It united all the experts of the myriad races and only wanted to survive.

The Insane Sect seemed lonely. Most of the people were in seclusion. The outer elders had all left. If they were not summoned, they would not return.

The Insane Sect was now controlled by Eldest Senior Brother Li Jiuchong. Gu Qingyu and the others had retreated behind the scenes. The Insane Sect seemed like a pool of stagnant water, but if anyone wanted to stir it up, no one knew if it could destroy half the universe!

Roar!

A low roar shook the mountains and rivers. The pangolin had transformed. He looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. His body emitted a golden light and was covered in golden scales.

He stood outside the ancestral land, his eyes full of unwillingness. He could feel a drop of the emperor pangolin's blood in the ancestral land. He had coveted it for 500 years and still could not enter.

Si Wuxie returned from the Eternal Battlefield. Seeing the pangolin's unwilling expression, he could not help but laugh. "Little pangolin, what are you trying to do? You've been interested in the ancestral land since you were young. Is there a female pangolin in the ancestral land? "

"Hmph!" The pangolin snorted angrily. He did not want to explain.

"What are you looking for? Tell me, I'll help you. "Si Wuxie rubbed the pangolin's head and said hoarsely.

"Blood! My race's emperor blood! "The pangolin finally told the truth. He was from the myriad races. Perhaps he could only rely on Si Wuxie.

"What? Emperor blood? Are you confused? How can the human ancestral land have your pangolin race's emperor blood? "Si Wuxie asked with a laugh.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me! But I know that my race's emperor blood is in the ancestral land! "The pangolin said aggrievedly.

At this moment, Sikong Chengjun led Jin Yan and the others past the ancestral land.

"Mother …" The pangolin saw Jin Yan and immediately called out.

Plop …

Jin Yan staggered and fell to the ground. She was speechless and angrily reprimanded, "Don't call me mother. How many times have I told you! I'm a human and you're a pangolin. Moreover, I'm a girl. We haven't dual cultivated, so how can we have a child? Even if we have a child, it can't be a pangolin! "

"Hahaha …" Sikong Chengjun laughed crazily. Ever since Jin Yan picked up this pangolin, she was almost tortured to the point of insanity. The pangolin only recognized her and called her mother whenever he saw her. She didn't know how many times she corrected him, but he couldn't correct her.

Si Wuxie laughed until he twitched. Perhaps only the Kuang Sect's internal communication could make this man, who was respectfully called Battle Emperor Wuxie, laugh so unscrupulously.

"Auntie … your son said that there's his race's emperor blood in the ancestral land. Hahaha …" Si Wuxie laughed and teased.

Jin Yan was furious. She pointed at Si Wuxie and said, "You little bastard, don't call me auntie!"

Hahaha …

Laughter filled the ancestral land. The endless universe was once again filled with joy.

"Little Jia, this is the human ancestral land. It's impossible to have Emperor Pangolin's emperor blood. Be good …" Jin Yan was helpless. Although she didn't admit that she was Little Jia's mother, she still gave him too much motherly love.

"Wait … what did you say? Emperor Pangolin's emperor blood? " Li Jiuchong frowned. He suddenly thought of something. If Little Jia hadn't suddenly mentioned it, he would have forgotten. Thinking of what happened back then, he hurriedly said, "It might really be there, and it's in Master's universe ring."

At the mention of Ye Qinghan, everyone fell silent.

Inside the ancestral land, divine light shot out in all directions. All techniques gathered, origin and great dao patterns intertwined. Immortal light soared into the sky. It was like an immortal's tomb.

Ye Qinghan's tombstone had long cracked open. His body was bathed in immortal light, constantly absorbing the profundities and great dao. His physical body was actually crazily condensing. He had already broken into the peak of the divine martial realm.

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.