The wraiths finally sensed the danger of approaching.

It felt extremely angry, it was clear that it should have killed him directly, why did it think that it was safe to win and attack the formation first?

The lack of combat experience is always its most fatal flaw.

The wraith roared angrily, knowing that it would have to slow down the speed of the impact formation for a moment to deal with the approaching man.

Streams of light rushed towards Chu Feng.

This time, Chu Feng didn't start a frantic bombardment again, he just clenched the Water Moon Sword, and then dragged the sword forward.

Chu Feng's steps were extremely firm, and he walked steadily between the brilliances, without the slightest panic, and the brilliance that came from the impact continued to rub Chu Feng's body and fall into the darkness behind Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had given up forcibly simulating that Dao Rule, in such a very short period of time, it was impossible to complete all the Dao Rules, all he could do was to use the Dao Rules he had already mastered, integrate them as much as possible, and complete the most powerful offensive in his life.

Therefore, in the face of the brilliance of the oncoming continuous bombardment, he no longer chose to confront head-on, but constantly dodged in it, and only when there was no way to avoid it, he wielded the Water Moon Sword and forcibly confronted that ray of light head-on.

Although the attack of the wraith is powerful, the method seems to be extremely monotonous, compared to the flexible and interlocking attacks of the monks, it is too easy to grasp the means of constantly setting up sets, like a child without any scheming.

In the first head-on confrontation, Chu Feng had already figured out the attack methods of the wraith, so at this moment, with the assistance of the wind and thunder wings, although it was not easy to dodge the attack of the wraith, it was not a difficult thing.

The pressure on the wraith's attack to be dodged again and again is incomparably huge, and it itself is also a collection of various negative emotions, and there are not many so-called emotions such as calm and reason that can control its behavior, although it is also constantly revising its attack methods, but under heavy pressure, how can it be compared with Chu Feng, who has been through a hundred battles?

The failed attacks again and again had almost no effect except for the power of the wraith, which forced the wraiths to draw more strength to deal with Chu Feng, so that the formation that had just been hit by it to make a gap gradually recover.

"Roar—"

The Wraith was furious, it decided to let go of the formation for the time being, anyway, it had just broken through such a big gap, and the formation needed time to recover, and it would not continue to close until it was fully recovered.

It wants to deal a fatal blow to Chu Feng during this time, and it wants to send Chu Feng completely into the darkness of death.

"Roar—"

The wraiths roared, and a tide of brilliance surged from all directions, leaving no room for Chu Feng to dodge.

Chu Feng was still very calm in the face of that tidal attack.

He just clenched the Water Moon Sword, and then a light of unknown color gradually emanated from the Water Moon.

The light was faint, natural, soft, not dazzling at all.

No matter who you are, you can find the color you like and the light you like in that light.

It was as if the light had mixed all the light and all the light, and finally returned to the basics.

The same light also continued to emanate from Chu Feng's body, sticking to his body.

Chu Feng still didn't take any means of collision.

Because in the face of such a fierce attack of the Wraith, there is no point in fighting against it.

In the first battle, he was directly destroyed dozens of times in the face of such an attack, so that the vitality in his body was almost exhausted in that battle, so that he had to fight to the death in the end, wanting to complete the battle.

The first battle would have come to such a situation, and there would have been a mistake in his choice of strategy, and if from the very beginning, he would have been able to realize that it would have been impossible for him to completely simulate the saints, perhaps...... The situation will be much better.

So far, Chu Feng will not regret anything, he will only keep moving forward and moving forward.

Because, he has long run out of room to retreat.

From ancient times, to the present day.

Countless people have been paying and sacrificing for today.

There were many more obscure mortals who were sacrificed.

This road has long been stained with blood, and if you don't reach the end, you want to turn back, how should you face those who have paved this road with blood and bones?

If he can't win, how can he watch his loved ones and those who love him die?

Those saints who sacrificed themselves.

The woman who sacrificed herself.

The Great Emperors who worked hard to protect the world.

and his friends and elders around him.

Senior Brother Mu.

Senior Sister Lu.

Yan Qingyu.

Cherish the dance.

Liu XII.

Liu Yu.

Chu Zi'er.

Master Chen Han.

Phoenix.

Eastern Princes.

Mu Tianzi.

Ye Siqing.

Queen Mother of the West.

Wind and thunder.

Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of People.

Hades.

Red lotus.

Ground burial.

Fire clouds.

Detachment.

Coral.

Shen Fangsi.

The moon is roaring.

Spirit carrots.

……

And also...... Chu Linglong.

He carries all their trust and expectations.

No one has ever forced him to take on these things, it is he who has chosen this path himself.

He also never regretted that he had chosen this path.

He Yanshan once said that he was always busy with others, never thinking about his own affairs, and completely putting the cart before the horse, cocooning himself.

There may be some truth to it, but in reality, he knows otherwise.

Because he is happiest to bear the trust of others, to help others, to see their smiles, and to gain their trust.

He's getting things all the time, he's getting too many things, more than he can imagine.

The young man who was only promising in Sanmiao Palace back then would have thought that one day, would he have so many friends who were kind-hearted?

Would he have thought that one day, he would be able to be trusted by so many people?

If he could travel back in time at this moment, he would rub the head of the young man who sat under the eaves and watched the monks fly in the sky and showed an extremely envious gaze, telling him that there was no need to worry, there was no need to feel inferior, and sooner or later, he would get what he had always wanted.

He has never been cocooned, he has always been free.

Freedom is not only in the body, but also in the spirit.

Only the spirit of unfettered is true freedom.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and walked slowly towards the oncoming tide.

He smelled the saltiness of the sea, the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the scorching sun.

He heard the whimper of the wind blowing the bamboo forest, the roar of the angry waves crashing on the shore and the heartbeat of the spring heart.

He saw the majestic and beautiful mountains, the clear and turbid water, and the human world.

He tasted the sweetness of watermelon, the bitterness of bitter gourd and the sourness of a bottle of old vinegar.

He touched the roughness of the cloth, the smoothness of the silk, and the silkiness of the silk.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he can feel a world, with his eyes, his nose, his ears, his tongue, his hands.

That's a world.

It was not a peaceful world.

There is no such thing as an absolutely peaceful world.

Absolute peace is born of absolute violence.

But that doesn't stop those creatures who are born with spirits from pursuing peace, from pursuing a better world.

It is precisely because of this that even if the world is always cruel and cold, and there are always all kinds of suffering and problems, it will continue to get better.

It will definitely get better, because life is passing and the flame will not be extinguished.

This is the world.

This is the world through the eyes of a tree.

This is a tree that does not speak a word and does not change the world with its own power.

It just stood there silently, watching all the creatures, through its roots all over the earth, watching all the creatures multiply, change, be born, or perish.

It mourns the destruction of the earth, but it still believes.

Even if it was destroyed by those it trusted, it did not change its mind.

This world is like this, because it is gloomy, so it will be beautiful.

It is a large tsubaki, a large tsubaki that exists among the fragments of branches.

It's long dead, and all that's left is a tiny breath.

It was awakened from its slumber by its merging own Dao, and it only took a moment to understand what was happening.

It doesn't have the strength to help the one who tries to restore its Path, and it won't help the young man, but it wants to show the world as it sees it to the young man.

The young man saw the world as it saw it, calm and silent.

It understood that he might understand, so it dissipated with peace of mind, without any resentment, without any resentment.

Chu Feng smiled and walked among the colorful colors.

The phantom of the Seven Levels appeared on Chu Feng's left arm bone, the phantom of the Yaochi Sacred Tree appeared on the arm bone of his right hand, the phantom of the Nai He Bridge appeared on his spine, and the phantom of the dead wood and tender seedlings appeared on his chest.

All the colors bypassed Chu Feng, as if Chu Feng was one of them, and even, that brilliance was absorbed by Chu Feng and merged into Chu Feng's body.

The Stygian was shocked, and it had no idea what was going on, why the enemy was so calm and calm in the face of his most powerful attack.

It simply couldn't understand why the enemy's strength was clearly not as strong as its own, but at this moment it completely suppressed itself and made its offensive completely ineffective.

Vines stretched out violently from under it, twitching wildly, sweeping out patches of blue light and falling towards Chu Feng.

But when the vines approached Chu Feng's body, they all quieted down, no longer crazy, quiet as if they were sheep.

There is no other way to use the wraith, and how can it face it if it can't fight?

Chu Feng slowly walked to the side of the wraith, looked at the crumpled child, and then stretched out his hand to it.

Chu Feng stretched out his left hand, not his right hand holding the sword.

He picked up the baby.

The baby's back was connected to countless tiny vines, he looked at the child in his arms, and then raised the water moon, a faint sword light swung down, accompanied by a loud cry of the child.

A word to readers:

If there is any blank space, then this story should be over here.

But after thinking about it, after all, I still have to give this story a complete result, so tomorrow will be the finale, and a sentence written at the end.