Chapter 286

When the illusory index finger knocked on the center of the eyebrow, Zifeng's whole thinking fell into chaos. Emotions, expressions and senses disappear. There is only self, pure heart and thinking, and the most real understanding of origin.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in Zifeng's brain. It was empty and touched with the time of years, "what is cultivation? Why practice? "

Hazy, Zifeng's almost chaotic divine consciousness responded without thinking, "when you will be at the top, you can see all the mountains and small, which is a way of cultivation; Protecting the people and keeping them safe is the cause of cultivation. "

After Zifeng answered, there seemed to be a short pause. Then Zifeng's blurred eyes set off a ripple in the lake. With the ripple, pictures filled the sea

The river lingers in the belt, the mountains are in dispute, dark and haggard, the wind is sad and the sun is shining, the canopy is broken, the grass is withered and depressed, and the air of decline lingers in the dark sky for a long time.

At your feet, tea poison creatures, thousands of miles, Zhu Yin. Corpses are everywhere, white bones become hills. The white blade is broken, the grass and trees are sad, the wilderness has no vitality, and the jackdaws spin but do not fall, just because the accumulated sadness on the ground is too deep

Friars, warriors, Fuxiu, danxiu, the place where they fall is a low tomb

The figure standing in the sky, the towering and straight behind, and the direction looked up by the fallen bones are all that figure.

The voice of emptiness appeared again in Zifeng's knowledge of the sea, "If heaven and earth are devastated and all sentient beings fall, why practice?"

In the chaotic sea of knowledge, he calmly responded to the same answer. It seems that this idea has been polished in his mind for thousands of times. Even if he is in prison and his head is different, it is still an eternal narrative, "protect the people and be safe."

The picture continues to flow, but this time, the scene returns to Qingyun town. The dark magic hand silently harvests thin lives, and groans busily like a plague towards the Wu family

In the twinkling of an eye, the door opened, and the people's breath disappeared in front of Zifeng. No voice, no cry, all strange like a dream, but this dream is so real, every painful expression on the dying face is clear to the eye.

The sea of Zifeng's knowledge is rolling and surging. Even in the confinement, an angry emotion quietly breeds.

Soon, when the magic hand of fate grabbed Wu Tianjie's throat, killed him, and then turned to others.

The silent confrontation starts quietly in the sea of knowledge.

Finally, Bai Yihan was shrouded in the shadow of death, and the voice sounded again, "if you exchange her life for the safety of other people, how do you choose?"

A black fog rose slowly. The existence of thousands of people's lives in the black fog was only in the sunset. It seemed that as long as Zifeng had an idea, he could decide everything.

Zifeng smiled and knew that the light of the sea dyed by Qun receded like a tide. His spirit was clear for a moment, "I will kill you first!" The sonorous and powerful language crashed into the air from the tuyere.

"Ha ha ha"

With a "click", after Zifeng's words, the middle-aged man weathered a deep crack from the index finger knocking at the center of Zifeng's eyebrows to the whole body.

Like a thousand years of waiting, I found my destination at this moment. At the moment of the collapse of the middle-aged man, the standing figure in the previous picture slowly turned around and knelt to the Yingying white bone behind me. Two lines of hot tears galloped on my face and burst into tears

No one knows his identity, just like the stone wall on Siguo cliff, as if it appeared out of thin air, standing on the spiritual land of Wolong Valley for a long time.

Many young talents tremble and cling to the questions of middle-aged men. Although they have great benevolence and kindness, they are not the answer he wants after all. Perhaps, after experiencing it, I know how heavy the shackles are behind my persistent protection and regretless trust.

It's time to put down the shackles after carrying them on your shoulders for so many years. With a comfortable sigh, it fell from the sky, accompanied by a strange white light, which immediately crossed the sky and fell into Haoran college

At the moment when the white light fell, the middle-aged man turned into a light golden breeze and slowly applied it to Zifeng. A mighty righteousness came to his face

Deep in Wolong Valley, an old man in sackcloth stood empty and muttered, "white tiger falls, storm rises."

At the same time, Zifeng's eyes were clear, calm and impermanent. The words on the stone wall were still clear in the moonlight, but the virtual shadow just now didn't know where to dissipate

If Zifeng looked carefully, he would find that the compassion and courage between the lines on the stone wall were quietly shadowed.

What Zifeng reveals in his gestures is a natural smell of the superior. The breath does not make people feel alienated. On the contrary, it makes people very close and naturally want to support it.

Xiaoguang, who was stunned, looked at Zifeng's sea knowledge strangely. Just now, Zifeng's sea knowledge was completely imprisoned, including Xiaoguang, who couldn't move. You know, even the powerful people can only prevent the connection between Xiaoguang and Zifeng. As for imprisonment, the ethereal body of the spiritual family can be integrated into any divine consciousness, which can not be limited at all.

But just at that moment, Xiaoguang couldn't move.

Walking slowly in Zifeng's knowledge of the sea, the previously gray spiritual space is now filled with light golden color, bright but not dazzling. The heart of the spiritual family in the center was raised a little in an instant and became stronger. Even more striking is the void sword, half of which is glittering and extremely powerful.

Shaking his head, Zifeng returned to the stone cave. He didn't think clearly about what had happened just now. Calm down. When the Spirit extends, in the distance, a vague connection is entrenched in the heart. It seems that something is calling itself in the southeast.

In the next ten days, the dark call became more and more clear, so that as long as Zifeng calmed down, he could feel the direction movement of the other party. He was not confused and asked Xiaoguang in the sea. Xiaoguang just shook his head. After all, this mysterious and mysterious thing was the dandelion scattered by the wind, and he couldn't catch the roots.

At the end of the meditation, the three roaring and breaking formula kept running. The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth was covered towards Siguo cliff, which looked like sunset glow from a distance. In any case, there is no one, Zifeng doesn't need to worry about it. After entering the body, the endless heaven and earth aura is calcined by Zixuan fire and washed by the power of the sea, which is transformed into drops of pure vitality and injected into Zifeng's Dantian.

The vitality in Zifeng's body expanded rapidly within this month. After more than a month, a barrier loomed again.

"Hoo" stood up sweating. His whole body seemed to be empty and weak. Just now he tried to break through the state of the later stage of the general, but he didn't think that the barrier was more than ten times stronger than that of the previous general. This is an incomprehensible phenomenon in the cultivation of martial arts common sense. Fortunately, Zifeng has long been used to it, so it doesn't matter

Now, facing the rising sun in the East, the state of mind does not fluctuate half because it wants to leave Siguo cliff