Chapter 4022: Light and dark

Wannian Shouyuan, for most living beings, for most practitioners, is already unimaginable existence!

Ten thousand years, how many creatures have risen and died!

How many civilizations have experienced the rise and fall of dynasties!

In many long rivers of life, ten thousand years, very far, far away!

only.

In the vast world, there are thousands of years, but it is just a flick of a finger!

And like the dragons, even if they don't do any cultivation, they still have close to one hundred thousand life dollars!

But even so.

The world is panicked, and the life is gone, but it is only a short time.

One hundred thousand years have looked for a long time, but in the long river of heaven and earth, it is still too short and too short!

Even like Duan Muyue, Lin Tian didn't know what level Master had reached.

Naturally, she hasn't lived so long yet, maybe she's not even long live!

But her actual lifespan may be hard to imagine, definitely not less than 200,000 lifespans!

To know.

Lin Tian has experienced tens of thousands of years of cultivation in his previous life!

But no matter what, it is no match for life and death!

Right now.

It is about to arrive at the Palace of Wind. The elder Fenglong may have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but it is still inevitable that he will die!

Everyone continued on toward the depths of the garden.

Spring breeze is blowing all around.

The majestic aura, sweeping and surging.

Not far out.

Finally, I could see a tall object standing there in the distance.

From the outline, it is clearly a huge palace!

The rising cloud and mist enveloped it, half-hidden and half-hidden.

After approaching the temple, he also walked to the end of the garden.

The whole garden is obviously fan-shaped.

Here.

It is the center of the sector.

Surrounded by white clouds and mist, wisps of gentle wind surging, blowing the white clouds and mist up and surging.

at the same time.

After the end of the garden, there is an endless void below, and there are clouds and mists, and it is not clear what is underneath.

not only.

The rumbling green wind constantly surging towards the mid-air, like a tornado sweeping through the air.

And the huge palace that everyone saw was above the green blast at this time.

Temple.

Floating in the air.

With the green gust of wind, it rises and floats continuously.

From a distance.

Obviously this palace is as stable as Mount Tai and as big as a giant mountain.

But now.

But it goes up and down with the wind.

Standing in front of this hall, Lin Tian and others couldn't help but look stunned.

This hall.

Visually inspect the past.

At least it is hundreds of meters high, like a giant mountain.

But at this time.

But under the rising green wind, ups and downs.

The most important thing is.

This green wind doesn't have much power.

Stand close.

This wind is also blowing people's clothes into hunting noises.

Such wind has caused the palace above it to rise and fall continuously!

This must be a mystery!

However, even though the palace is ups and downs, you can walk here, between the garden and the palace, there are still stone steps spiraling upward, directly connected to the palace.

"It's the Wind Palace, this is the Wind Palace!"

Mo Xiaomo pointed to the palace floating in the wind and exclaimed to Lin Tian and others excitedly.

She jumped off Lin Tian's shoulders, jumped directly onto the circling stone steps, and then rushed all the way up.

Soon she reached the platform above the stone steps.

Lin Tian and the others looked at each other for a while, and then stepped up.

Walking on the stone steps, you can feel the wind around you, constantly surging.

But with this level of strength, it is impossible to blow the palace up.

It must be forbidden to support this temple itself!

soon.

Walked through the stone steps.

The upper platform is very spacious.

Looking back, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Garden of Wind.

No matter how far away, you can't see it anymore.

It's all gray clouds drowning everything.

The platform in front of us is very big.

From the bottom, it seems very small.

But standing here, you can find that this platform is much larger than what you actually see.

At this moment Mo Xiaomo walked towards the temple not far away.

The gate of the palace was closed tightly.

From a distance, you can see the green wind lingering at the gate.

But after a full stick of incense, Mo Xiaomo still did not walk to the gate of the palace.

"What's going on? This platform is about a hundred meters away!"

When Mondo and others discovered this situation, they all uttered in amazement.

"Huh... After all, it is the place where Elder Fenglong sits and transforms! It is the cave mansion of that senior, it's not that simple!"

The Seventh Elder couldn't help sighing at this time.

The others were relieved immediately.

But Wuma Yanran looked at Wuma Tieyu curiously at this time, and asked: "Father, this Elder Fenglong, what you see... How strong is it compared to the ancient **** of the gods you met back then?"

These words.

But Wuma Tieyu was stunned.

Others also looked over curiously.

Including Lin Tian, also looked surprised.

He wanted to see how Wuma Tieyu responded.

"It's hard to say! As a leader of the Wind Dragon clan, he should be at least at the level of elders! The strength, time-shaking! In the entire dragon clan group, he can definitely rank in the top 100!"

Wuma Tieyu pondered a little, and shook his head slightly.

He judged this way, seemingly conservative, but in fact he has already elevated the strength of this Elder Wind Dragon.

To know.

He is only the elder level of the Wind Dragon clan.

As for the entire dragon community, there are powerful five-clawed golden dragons, as well as powerful branch groups such as golden dragons, thunder dragons, and blue dragons.

There are too many masters.

And the wind dragon clan, judging from the rumored clan group, is at most one of the ten branches of the dragon world!

So it can be seen.

The elder Fenglong in front of him is absolutely very strong!

"Where is the saint son of the ancient **** race?"

Wuma Yanran asked again.

"Difficult to judge, difficult to judge!"

Wuma Tieyu gave a wry smile, and couldn't help shaking his head: "But... if it's really compared, this elder Fenglong might be... far inferior!"

call!

Far inferior!

How strong is that ancient **** race saint son?

With complex expressions on everyone's faces, they sighed secretly.