Chapter 289: Howling God

Whirling golden wind rushed towards me, and Jinguang was flooding around Ning Wufeng. Every golden light is extremely magnificent and amazing.
Tumbling towards Ning Wufeng's chest, Jin Yuan's wind hit Ning Wufeng's soul.
After Ning Wufeng experienced the baptism of those less powerful Jin Yuanfeng winds before, he found that his soul strength was slowly growing.
After experiencing the power of the thousand Yuan Jin Yuan wind, he carefully let go of his defense of the sea, and the Jin Yuan wind rushed into the sea.
"what!"
When the Jin Yuan Feng Feng met the golden Yuan Shen, although it was only a very thin ray, the pain brought by it was deeply in the bone marrow. Ning Wufeng hastily closed the sea of ​​knowledge and blocked the wind of Jin Yuan.
There was a strong golden spiritual power in his mind, and his frown frowned, and he secretly said: It should be useful.
After a long while, Ning Wufeng slowly recovered, and put a ray of gold and yuan into the sea again. The agony was too unforgettable. The wind was circling around the sea. He did not dare to control the Yuanshen to approach the wind.
No, Yuan Shen must be tempered!
Ning Wufeng gritted his teeth. He had no way to temper the Yuanshen. He could only use this stupid method. Otherwise, next time when you encounter a spirit body like the Void Demon rushed into the sea of ​​knowledge, you have no resistance.
The golden primordial trembled out his small hand and caught the whirlwind. Howling wind cut a deep wound on the hand like a sharp blade, and it hurt her heart.
Outside, Jin Jiu and others were sober, and looked at Ning Wufeng with a trembling look in astonishment, with a look of doubt.
"It shouldn't be, the comprehensive qualities of Brother Ning are not so bad. That's a thousand blades," Jin Shiliu whispered.
Jin Jiu gave him a white look, and Bephiel on the side was awake.
"He's fine, isn't he?" Berfeel asked worriedly.
Jin Jiu shook his head gently and said, "It shouldn't be, we are waiting."
At this time, Ning Wufeng had already awakened from another painful pain. At this time, he felt that the defense of Yuanshen's palm was significantly stronger.
It really works.
His guts gradually grew, and he put the palm-sized squall wind into the sea of ​​knowledge. Yuan Shen wrapped his hands in the wind. Howling wind erupted in the palm of the hand in an instant.
The hands of the golden primal were instantly covered with gully and rags.
"Ah!" Ning Wufeng whispered softly, and the pain went deep into the bone marrow, which made people feel terrible. "Cool!"
He sang loudly, and Jin Jiu and others outside were confused.
After a long while, the wind of the golden yuan disappeared, and the golden elemental of Ning Wufeng could hardly finish his hands. The Golden Primordian shook his fist, and obviously felt that his hand was much stronger and his defense was much stronger.
Ning opened her eyes slowly without a wind, and a knowing smile appeared on her face.
"Brother, you are awake." Jin Shiliu shouted happily.
"It makes everyone worry." Ning Wufeng said.
The group continued to stand up and walk forward, at this time the figures of Zao Wou-ki and Jin Zhan were invisible. There were no fewer than thousands of Bronze warriors in front of them.
One thousand five hundred blades, two thousand blades, three thousand blades, four thousand blades. Ning Wufeng's experience is all Jin Yuan Feng Feng, and the power of Jin Yuan Feng Feng is getting greater and greater. The Golden Primal God has also been tempered to become stronger.
"I can't walk." Jin Shiliu shook his head, this is the highest position he can reach.
The Jin Ling power here is also very strong, and the pressure reaches eight times,
There were fewer than twenty Bronze Terran soldiers above them at this time.
Ning Wufeng glanced at Bo Feier, seeing that she was still insisting, and said immediately: "Then we continue to go up, everyone don't force it, just stop.
"OK." The three said yes.
Ning Wufeng continued to go up with Jin Jiu and Bo Feier.
At this time he knew the Yuanshen in the sea had been tempered with both hands and feet, and he was looking forward to the more powerful Jin Yuanfeng wind.
This painful and happy feeling made him feel the strength of the Yuanshen.
A rare opportunity, Ning Wufeng hastened his pace.
Four thousand five hundred blades, five thousand blades. The wind of Jin Yuan was screaming, and he came straight to Ning Wufeng to know the sea. In his knowledge of the sea raging and blowing, the golden yuan began to temper his chest.
The small hand grabbed the strands of Jin Yuanfeng wind and submerged it in the chest. The chest was instantly torn, and the golden light continued to surge, repairing the damaged area.
Destroy, repair, destroy, repair again ... until the wind of gold and yuan dissipates.
Five thousand five hundred blades, five thousand nine hundred blades.
"I can't do it anymore, you keep going up." Jin Jiu shook his head and smiled bitterly,
His face turned pale, and he sat down cross-legged immediately. The gravity here was almost twelve times. The flooded Jin Ling power is also very strong.
Ning Wufeng felt that his yin and yang purple lake was slowly expanding.
But there is a higher place above the head.
"Let's go." He pulled Befield towards the six thousand blades.
At this point on the Wanyuan Jinyuan Peak, there were only a handful of people above the six thousand blades. Ning walked without meteor stride, those people looked at him in amazement.
I was sharpened in the Ling Pavilion by thirty-two times the gravity, and more than ten times the gravity here is really nothing for Ning Wufeng. He wanted to use the wind of gold and yuan to temper the gods.
If anyone knew Ning Wufeng's thoughts, he would definitely scold him.
Even monks in the spirit realm would not exercise this knowledge.
"Ah, it's not strong enough." Ning Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, and found that the power of the wind of the five thousand to seven thousand gold yuan has been insufficient, and he sighed gently Tone.
With seven thousand and three hundred blades, Berfey also stopped. It is really rare to be able to go so far in the environment of her tree demon clan and Jin Kemu.
Behind the bevelled lush green trees, she sat down with her legs crossed.
"You pay attention to safety."
Ning Wufeng commanded and continued to go up. At this time there were very few people on the peak, and he could vaguely see the peak of Jin Yuanfeng, as well as the figures of Zao Wou-ki and Jin Zhan.
Zao Wou-Ki didn't know what method was used to go further than the Golden War.
The Golden War was almost at the place of eight thousand blades, and Zhao Wuji was about to reach nine thousand blades.
Ning Wufeng squeezed his lips and rushed for 7,500 and 8,000 blades in one breath.
The raging howling wind rushed towards him madly, tearing his soul madly, and the sweat on his face fell down.
He gritted his teeth swiftly, and the yin and yang purple lakes were spinning rapidly. By now Jin Lingli had been so rich that it was almost liquefied.
Finally, chest tempering was complete.
Ning opened her eyes violently, and found that she was already full of blue muscles and sweat soaked in her clothes.
He continued to rush towards 8,100 blades, 8,500 blades.
As soon as Jin Zhan turned around, he saw that Ning Wufeng was not far away from him. His face was flushed, and he rushed up with his teeth gritted, angrily: "No way, how can you surpass me!"
He slammed into Nine Thousand Blades, a height he had never reached before.
However, what he didn't even think about was that Zhao Wuji, who was only in front of him, had surpassed him so much, and it was 9,500 blades.
"Damn people!" Jin Zhan scolded, rushing up with his teeth.
Ning Wufeng's body moved, the influence of gravity was very small to him, and the continuous tempering of the wind of Jin and Yuan also made his consciousness more and more powerful.
He embarked on thousands of blades almost simultaneously with the Golden War.
For a moment, the violent Jin Yuan screamed and the wind almost blew Ning Wufeng down.
Extinction gun!
Ning Wufeng shone with a pistol in his hand, slammed it into the mountain, and fixed his figure. The light of the golden Yuanshen in the sea shone, peeling off the intricate winds of the golden Yuanshen, and carefully tempering the Yuanshen's head.
The head of the golden yuan is very important. Ning Wufeng would not dare to care at all. He carefully controlled the size of the golden yuan wind.
Began to temper the mind.
what!
Ning Wufeng sighed in pain, the pain in the tingling Yuan Shen's mind was dozens of times stronger than the pain in the previous tingling Yuan Shen's body. He shuddered all over.
A drop of blood water permeated from the skin, Yuan Shen was connected to his soul, the pain was sharply amplified, and soon a drop of blood water stained his clothes.
I can't just give up!
Ning gritted his teeth without a wind, and said secretly in his heart. The Golden Primal God is still one step away from being able to complete the tempering, and he is definitely not giving up.
pain……
The pain that went straight to the back of my head made Ning Wufeng stunned.
At this time, Zao Wou-ki was also stuck on the 9,800 blades and couldn't move.
"How could this be?" Zhao Wuji knew the sea, and the imaginary devil roared frantically. There was only a gap of two hundred blades, but he couldn't step out.
"Jin Yuankan's sword is mine! Jin Lingyu is mine too!" Zhao Wuji was scarlet. However, Wan Yuan Jin Yuan Feng is a means of enlightenment. Even the Cang Lan King during his lifetime may not be able to reach the top, not to mention he has only a trace of thoughts.
"Help me." The voice of Jin Zhan shouted faintly, and he was already tormented by the ten miles of Leihai on the nine thousand blade.
Painless, where the bronze prince, who had always been comfortable, had suffered like this.
As soon as Zhao Wuji's eyes brightened, he thought of his heart, carefully controlled the power of consciousness, and helped the Golden War.
After a short while, Jin Zhan opened his eyes suddenly and glanced at him gratefully.
He saw that Ning Wufeng was not awake yet, with a proud expression on his face, and sneered, "You stupid boy, you lost!"
Jin Zhan moved, jumped up to 9,100 blades, sat cross-legged, waited for Ning Wufeng to wake up, and then humiliated him severely.
Ning Wufeng opened his eyes quietly and sighed softly. It was almost a little bit, and the nine thousand-blade gold yuan wind was still not fully tempered into Yuanshen.
However, he saw the sneer gaze of Jin Zhan.
"Smelly boy, you give up now. You are nine thousand blades, and this prince is nine thousand and one hundred blades." He laughed proudly, and of course he would not tell Ning Wufeng that he succeeded with the help of Zao Wou-ki. .
Ning Wufeng looked at him in amazement, and saw Jin Zhan's hair covered with a kind of caring for the mentally handicapped.
"Boss, what do you mean? Don't you want to cheat!" Jin Zhan growled.