Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

Chapter 692: Wind Territory

The cold smoke is like fog, and the broken ice is like rain.

Everywhere was covered with traces of destruction caused by the ice explosion. The broken walls were covered with sharp ice spikes, and the ground was covered with thick layers of ice ridges. Even the ice chips that fell due to the residual power of the explosion were once again condensed into lines in mid-air due to the extreme cold.

Heaven and earth are all one color.

Okay, that's an exaggeration, but the lighting in this underground cave is completely ineffective.

In the dim light, only the dazed figure remained, with faint breathing sounds coming from him.

"Click——"

Suddenly, a faint sound like ice cracking was heard from the dark underground.

The next second, a cluster of bright colors suddenly rose from the "snow pile" that was half protected so tightly that it was even squeezed into a ball by ice and snow.

The fire phoenix rose proudly into the sky.

Everywhere you look.

Huo Yunche stood with a gun in his hand, standing on the ruins left by the ice explosion. Although the soul power around him was surging, there were obviously some disordered fluctuations.

then--

"Crash-"

Caught off guard, a Great Holy Spirit with a head full of half freezing snow mist and half scalding water droplets:???
Jiang Nannan breathed a sigh of relief, the pale golden color in her eyes gradually faded, her soul power returned to normal, and the defense of her invincible golden body slowly dissipated along with the soul power.

Then, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

The dilapidated things that were originally piled up outside the Invincible Golden Body protective shield were slapped away by Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who were "taking refuge" inside the shield. They all flew towards the direction of the Great Holy Spirit.

Not to mention it was hit hard.

Some of the broken stones were even smashed into some tricky places.

Great Holy Spirit: ???
This is not over yet.

Xiaoxiao shook her dark green twin ponytails and slowly walked out from the cold and steaming air carrying the big cauldron. With a casual throw, the San Sheng Soul-Calming Cauldron fell squarely beside the Great Holy Spirit.

She pressed her hands and sat down cross-legged casually.

"Hey, uncle, are you feeling sad?"

The Great Holy Spirit: ? ? ? . !! !

As if sensing the Great Holy Spirit's fluctuating mood, Huo Yunche lowered his head and stared at the Great Holy Spirit for a few seconds. Suddenly, he retracted the spear in his hand, then lifted the hem of his clothes and half-knelt down, completely defenseless, against the Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron.

He tilted his head and said with a smile, "What? Are you going to follow the line that even the most hateful person has something pitiful about him?"

"what?"

"I said, are you guys being polite?"

A hoarse voice with a slightly broken tone and a seemingly broken defense sounded intermittently.

"Um"

Five heads shook their heads in unison, thinking that any slower pace would be disrespectful to themselves.

The Great Holy Spirit, who almost choked to death from not being able to catch his breath, silently rolled his eyes.

Perhaps it is the person's impending death.

Or perhaps he was so angry that he lost his mind?
The Great Holy Spirit's eyes rolled around, and a hint of light slowly appeared between his originally sinister and dark pupils, just like a group of diligent ants, moving, transporting, and digging bit by bit when they encountered their favorite food.

Finally, in the moment when he was amused by the audacity of these people in front of him, it was as if a wire snapped in his brain, which had been throbbing with pain ever since his second brother died.

In an instant.

Certain forgotten moments of the past came flooding back.

"elder brother--"

"Crack, click, click."

"Heavens and waves! The winds are bringing danger! You two brothers, hurry! Go find them!"

"Click, click, click."

"Hurry! Go find Feng Xia." "Crack, crack."

The Great Holy Spirit frowned, and the inexplicable "crackling" sound made his temples throb.

It took a long while before I finally broke free from this "nightmare".

The Great Holy Spirit, or perhaps more accurately, the Storm.

"turn out to be."

"What?"

"So that's why." Feng Chonglang's voice stopped abruptly. After opening his eyes and meeting Huo Yunche's slightly innocent gaze, he turned his head and saw several children around him holding melon seeds and pointing them in his direction. Instantly, he felt his throbbing temples pound even harder.

Huo Yunche chuckled, then threw the last melon seed kernel into his mouth. After the fire ignited and all the residue was cleared out, he did not forget to spread out his palm to show Feng Zhonglang, blinking his eyes.

Although extremely dynamic, those clear and lively eyes did not reveal the gentleness shown on their face, but rather complete calmness and composure.

"Please begin your performance o()o~"

Wind and Waves:
"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What are you afraid of?" Xiao Xiao tossed and played with the clone cauldron in her hand, her slightly turned cheek showing just the right amount of doubt and confident certainty. "Didn't you see that no one came even after all this commotion?"

The wind is strong and the waves are heavy.

It turns out that he is fearless.

However, after seeing the seemingly carefree yet wary and defensive demeanor of the children who had surrounded him, he closed his eyes.

Good.

Talented people come out from generation to generation.

Feng Zhonglang curled his lips silently.

Perhaps what they couldn't do before, these kids can do, especially.
When Feng Chonglang opened his eyes again, he had completely suppressed the almost soul-stirring grief and hatred that had surged up after witnessing the demise of the two Holy Spirits and then suddenly recalling his happy and fulfilling first half of life and the rapidly deteriorating second half.

Then, he glanced at everyone calmly without stopping.

The voice was calm:
"The two Holy Spirits you speak of, that is, the second one, are my younger brother, my own biological brother, born of the same mother."

"We are not the natives of the Sun and Moon Continent."

"But they are the people of Zefeng Territory."

Japanese collar.

Huo Yunche and the others looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion. However, He Caitou's eyes flashed for a moment as if he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Haha, most people in the world don't know about me and Feng Ling."

Feng Chonglang chuckled softly.

"The Arctic Icefield is rarely visited by humans, and the Howling Abyss within it is feared even by the indigenous spirit beasts of the snowfield. How could it possibly be recorded in human geography?"

"After all, Hefeng Territory is the only pure land in the Howling Abyss, and we, the Hefeng lineage, are the only heirs to that land."

"For generations."

“We were all born here, raised here, inherited here, and will stay here.”

"Of course, he is buried here too."

"Japanese-style leader?"

Bingdi Qingzheng's voice suddenly sounded.

He murmured, a hint of doubt in his voice: "Isn't the Hefeng lineage supposed to only produce one person per generation? In my memory, this generation should be that peerless beauty who, just by standing there, seemed to slow down time itself. Could this be a junior? But if she is a junior, isn't it a bit too hasty for her to take human form?"

"Transformation?"

Huo Yunche and Huo Yuhao looked at each other silently, and both saw that even after hiding their surprise, there was still some surprise in each other's eyes.

Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, Bingdi turned his face away silently.

Tianmeng Bingcan coughed lightly and took over the conversation.

"Do you know why that little Hefeng said that the Howling Wolf Abyss is feared by spirit beasts?"