However, today's Beicheng wind once couldn't stop, probably the foundation won't stop, nine veins, each of which flashes the brilliance of the scorching index, injected into the river and a drop of water, and the power of the divine meeting is held to dissolve.

In the end, at this time, the divine energy of his body, and all the influx into Italy, weakened the fierce arrogance, which can be said to be extremely embarrassing, and even if he suffered it in the end, he would be completely weakened and his energy would dry up.

However, it can only be continuous, there is no way back at all, if you don't do the work, even if you are honored to not die, you can be trapped here for a lifetime, unable to return to the real universe, and finally together with the entire old ruins, turn into nothingness.

And this kind of suppression, and not enough to rely on the strength of the outside world, can only be pinned on my own strength, otherwise Yiyun will backfire, and he will definitely die, so without Zhang Zongheng's assistance, it will only accelerate the decline.

''Poof!''

At this moment, a wave of sadness came, Beicheng Feng simply coughed up a mouthful of blood, hurriedly returned to his thoughts, concentrated his mind to resist, and all the energy in his body poured into his lower abdomen, weakening the sharp bumps.

It is not to collapse, but to suppress, just like separating the Italian side and the body, otherwise if it goes on continuously, the body will all fall apart, the smell is extremely vicious, like a fierce dragon, it will be disjointed from it, and once it is disconnected, the result will be my own death.

Boom, boom, boom......

In Italy, the two forces collided violently, each other's flowers disappeared, in the wind of the northern city, the sky was not the same, the continuous coughing up of blood, the whole body, there were cracks excavated, stretched, and the fierce smell destroyed his flesh and blood, devouring life.

However, the young man did not abandon it, and many divine associations included the previous ones, all the attacks, the nine veins, and became energy, removing that side, wrapping them layer by layer, and trying all their best to stop the turbulence.

Yunyun's confrontation, after all, a moment ago, the fierce smell was suppressed, but Beicheng Feng also collapsed, his face was extremely pale, although he gritted his teeth and woke up, but he still fell down at the end, Hua Xiao was really nervous, even if he changed to a spiritual realm cultivator, he would faint as a result.

Not far away, Zhang Zongheng, who closed his pupils, seemed to have a sense, unfolded his beautiful eyes, and after seeing it, his pretty face immediately changed color, his posture moved, and he arrived in front of him, but he didn't stand up, which shows that the urgency in his heart and his fear.

In an instant, the delicate body shone brightly, and probed into the delusion, held the perception, and concluded that it was just a fainting, and couldn't help but let go of the kiss and helped him up, and a lot of energy was injected into the body.

I don't know how long it was before, Beicheng Feng woke up, and now, lying in the bosom of the goddess, spreading his eyes, that delicate and beautiful face, came into view, showing an extremely happy smile.

After staring at her for a while, the young man looked back, felt the rich divine energy in his body, and sat up, because he had decided to connect with her, but he could lie down continuously.

But he didn't see it, Zhang Zongheng's beautiful eyes, a moment of dimness, but very quickly normalized, it seems that at that moment, his heart is extremely missing, and there is a kind of unwillingness to want to keep something, but tired, and frustrated.

''I want you to save you again!''' Beichengfeng sighed helplessly, and said earnestly, but he didn't turn his head to look at her, as if he didn't want to stare at it, and he had already clenched his fists very tightly.

"What do you do, think I'm troublesome, or ......'" As soon as the young man's words fell, there was a roaring voice behind her, but she could perhaps feel that her heart was extremely tired.

''Only hope is that there may be a little gap between you and me, before I rescue her.'' At this moment, Beicheng Feng turned his head to look at her, his eyes were unwavering, and his words seemed to be said inadvertently, only looking at that pretty face quietly, and then he stopped speaking.

In an instant, the void was extremely suppressed, there was no trickle, only what could be heard, the other party's breathing and heartbeat, Zhang Zongheng was completely silent, and looked at the young man's eyes, there were waves in his heart, and he could no longer be quiet.

Looking at each other, a minute later, Beichengfeng looked away, just about to twist his head, but at this moment, a sound sounded, not very loud, but it made the surrounding void, as if falling into a complete silence, a greasy grief revealed, and there was a faint cry, and it came together, and the young man's heart also decomposed the sensation, but only for a moment.

Still, he twisted his head, without the slightest hint of relief.

"Well, just when I used to be considerate, everything has never been, just the people around me. Behind her, Zhang Zongheng's voice was extremely cold, and the smell of her delicate body at this time was the same, chilling, and continuous, but she seemed to have exhausted all her courage, and said: "From now on, I will connect with you, freehand!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent coughing sound, and the sobbing could be vaguely heard, but Beicheng Feng, who didn't look at it, didn't go to comfort, turned his head, and no longer trickled down.

For the goddess, he can only be cloudy, the truth in his heart, there was once Han Mengling, before he rescued her, he could no longer take over anyone, even if he was pulled back from the edge of hopelessness at first, and survived together for three years, but he still chose to refuse extremely coldly, because there was a face, doubling the demand for him, and he could also wait for his discovery now, reunite with her, and return to his side.

At this moment, for Zhang Zongheng, Beichengfeng seemed extremely cold-blooded, but he had to be cloudy, so that she would not fall deeper and deeper, and it would be difficult to extricate herself at the end.

Seeing this, Zhang Zongheng's delicate body was paralyzed for a while, although he sat there cross-legged, but he was swaying, and a drop of tears slipped down on his beautiful face, which was extremely crystalline, and his heart was very sad and full of holes.

A pair of eyes, all a little dim, as always, continued to star, without blinking, probably to wait for him to turn his head, but only unique, the back of the young man, indescribably cold-blooded, completely indifferent.

Time passed, from the body and heart of the two, flowing at the same rate, the void here, quiet to the extreme, the goddess stopped crying, because he understood, he would not turn his head, no matter how much he expounded the sadness, he could not change, knowing that the young man's affection had been decided.

Soon after, Zhang's pretty face, which was white and white, turned red, showed a kind of extreme coldness, a pair of beautiful eyes, the eyes were like two lightning bolts, if someone looked away at this time, they could perhaps find that they were fierce and compelling, as if they had split the void, and it was difficult to look directly.

Then, she stood up home, there seemed to be no trickle of affection in her eyes, she turned around and walked away, the whole face, the smell of the release, was a chill, at that moment, the Beicheng wind couldn't help but stir, and felt it clearly, but it didn't say anything to keep it, no one needed it.

''One day, I will make you ask me, and I will come to me with all that is forsaken, just as there is one in your heart on this day.'' At the same time, a sound rang in my ears, which once did not look like a human voice, like a mortal envoy of hell, without a trace of emotion.

''It's okay!''' Beicheng Feng said to himself in his heart, and then calmed down, faced with the many stars, closed his eyes, and his divine sense was not in this, one by one, and he realized again.

At this time, the young man's divine sense, the same regulation of the peak, full of energy, perceive the rhyme of the picture, once experienced the sharpness of the arrow, the rest is the eyebrows, the same rhyme, the need to understand.

In Italy, the condensed bowstrings and arrows are incomparably faint, less than one-tenth of the rhyme in the picture, but once for his limit, he could not go further, and now he will be aware of the gods, and all the density is towards the eyebrows, capturing the bumps.

Beicheng Feng felt it, it was a smell of life, from the body of the eyebrows, bumped out, was clearly captured, held body odor, imprinted, and paid attention to the universe in the drawing, gradually has a surface.

Shenjue perceives the picture, the calm body odor in the heart, and the surface of the eyebrows that are depicted, are becoming more and more clear, and even have facial features, the smell of life has been extremely strong.

Soon after, the bearded eyebrows drawn by the Italian side, as the young man's mind moved, and he walked close to the bowstring, and raised one arm to hold the bowstring, because the two were drawn openly, and at this time they needed to be reassembled together to be truly perfected.

''Huh?''

However, an incomparably strange scene occurred at this moment, and at the moment when the palm of the hand touched the bowstring, the painted eyebrows dissipated in surprise, and the cloud-like demeanor seemed to be lost.

In this regard, the sky is not clear, Beicheng Feng is very puzzled, I don't understand why, the current depiction again, a figure reappeared, the same condensed by the smell of many lives, arrived in front of the bowstring, reached out to touch, but the strange scene, not spared, still produced, the smell of life collapsed.

The young man was extremely confused, the next time, the continuous test, but every time, the result, there was no change, even if he deepened his understanding, the smell of life, stronger than before, but still could not be stopped, the moment of contact, the eyebrows were gone.

At this moment, he had to come down all the time, and there was a sadness from his divine sense, and the huge amount of energy was gone, and he did not continue to paint, but perceived the picture and fell into thought.

The upper body is humanoid, the lower body of the horse body has eyebrows, holding a bowstring, stepping in the void, emitting a fierce smell that is enough to destroy the world, an arrow seems to be able to shoot through the universe, extremely terrifying.

That kind of rhyme, Beicheng Feng only tasted less than one-tenth, so he didn't dare to further understand, crossed his own limitations, Italy, the bowstring and arrow depicted, compared. It's very faint, like a shadow of the body, which can be lost at any time.

However, even if it is a shadow of Xu, the young man needs to exert all the energy in his body before he can be suppressed, otherwise he will be counterattacked, suffer heavy damage, and even die, and the result cannot be imagined.

At this time, the remaining energy of the young man, once again held the perception, but it was still less than one-tenth of the one-sided, and the rhyme depicted in the Italian side, bit by bit example, there was no trickle-down difference, and the bumps were the same.

''Is it not a bowstring, but a beard, the smell of life?'' ''The verification of the clouds and clouds in the north city, the divine sense felt the eyebrows again, and the smell of life filled it and filled the sea of hearts.

This time, the boy doubled his careful body odor, but at the end, the confusion on his face did not subside, but gained weight, or there was no trickle-down difference, and it was thoroughly depicted, but it could not be put together, and it was extremely incomprehensible.

The smell of life is not strong enough, and I can't stand that harshness. He felt it as promised, but he was quickly denied it by himself, and said continuously: "The sharp bumps have been suppressed, and it will not be because of it. ‘’

The eyes of the northern city wind, the careful commentary on the eyebrows, before the concentration of all the gods, calmed the mind, and sensed without impurities, after all, after a very long time, I noticed the difference, which I had not felt before.

A void, the wind in the north city sat in the midst of many stars, the gods felt the release of everything, and perceived the picture, the man with the bow and the horse bearded eyebrows, and at this time he found something, a feeling that he had never felt before.

Under the careful perception, there are some habits, including a kind of bump in the Tao, which he captured, reflected in the thought, the calm body odor, and his face revealed an inconceivable look, because the bump sensed was none other than the smell of the Tao traces.

Of course, it is incomparably weak, but it can still be verified and it will not be wrong, but it is not similar to the Dao marks left in the field, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is not the Tao at all.

''Between the two, there must be contact invisibly, and both have very high-quality instruments, a kind of transcendent rhyme. Beicheng Feng muttered to himself, and after a while, he completely concluded.

That kind of bump is not for the road, it is another kind of strength, but I can't inquire.

After a while, Beicheng Feng noticed something, so the smell of life that he had sensed before, at this time, collapsed rapidly, and soon everything dissipated, and the divine sense could not perceive it, even the slightest.

And instead of it, it is nothing else, it is the smell that I just sensed, which filled the whole body, and at this moment the eyebrows became doubly real, as if alive, without a little twilight, and the spirituality was incomparably rich.

The smell seemed to be blood, flowing under the body, mobilizing the operation of the body, a kind of vitality that was more prosperous than before, pouring out, and the blood of the young man's body couldn't help but boil, as if it had been affected, and then moved.

''Isn't it...... This is the smell of real blood, not the smell of life. Beicheng Feng guessed that the activity of the blood in the body was becoming more and more difficult to grasp, and it seemed that with that kind of bump, causing consensus, and even to burst the flesh and blood, break out of the body, and prosper and multiply.

The next moment, the young man hurriedly returned to his senses, and the blood in his body had only returned to normal, and he doubled his conclusion that it was the depictor's own blood, not the meaning of the sense of taste.

Thinking of this, Beicheng Fengdeng moved up, running his body, promoted to the extreme, the strength of divinity, filling the limbs and hundreds of remains, from the outside world, every inch of his flesh and blood, crystal clear, like jade.