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Pain to the bone.

Chu Feng tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyes were already blurred by sticky blood.

Chu Feng coughed violently, the injury he was involved in causing him to convulse in pain, and blood was slowly dripping from his seven orifices.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He felt like all his bones were shattered, all his muscles were torn, all his organs were shattered.

Even though he knew that he was not so painful, although he also knew that the cold qi in his body was repairing all his flesh and blood, all his viscera, all his bones as quickly as possible.

But at this moment, he really can't stand up.

He leaned his back against the pillar, holding the ground with his feet, trying to get up.

But no sooner had he shifted his body up than the pain caused him to collapse to the ground, his hands dipped in the strange liquid.

Chu Feng closed his eyes, gasped, and secretly scolded himself for being a fool.

Gu Xiaoshuang had clearly told him that if he couldn't beat him, he would run, why did he still stand there and be strong?

Why can't you just move?

He is really stupid, and when he initiates stupidity, he is really a tendon, no wonder Yan Qingyu is always so angry.

At this moment, he was so stupid that he almost laughed out loud, let alone Yan Qingyu.

Chu Feng sighed, thinking a little helplessly, but he ran away, what should Yan Qingyu do?

Yan Qingyu saved his life, how could he watch Yan Qingyu die and do nothing?

Chu Feng opened his eyes, looked at the blurred figure that was slowly approaching, and clenched his fists.

He can't give up yet.

He still has to live, and he has to save Yan Qingyu.

He and Gu Xiaoshuang had already agreed that he would go back and go back to see her and Brother Xiao.

His life can't just be handed over here.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, and the cold qi in his left hand slowly condensed.

He wanted to give it a go and fight for a chance for himself.

Chu Feng closed his eyes, he immersed his consciousness into that cold, countless pictures quickly swept through his consciousness, he returned to the frozen sky and earth, he walked alone in the ice field.

He was searching, looking for something that might give him a glimmer of life.

"Die. As he spoke, his palms flipped slightly, and he fell towards the top of Chu Feng's head.

Chu Feng slowly raised his hand, and an ice lotus was twisted in his hand.

The ice lotus rotated slightly, and within a radius of dozens of zhang, heavy snow rose one after another.

It was a budding ice lotus, and the smooth surface reflected the cold moonlight, which seemed more and more tranquil and gratifying.

The ice lotus slowly bloomed, layer after layer.

The large, ornate petals on the outer layer open to the limit like five claws, and then fall off the lotus flower, fluttering and dancing lightly in the night breeze, as if they were cicada wings.

The outer petals are broken, while the inner layer is smaller but more delicate, and the petals are constantly opening as if they were carefully carved from transparent glass.

Layer upon layer, it seems endless.

That beautiful lotus flower seemed to make the drama reluctant to destroy this beautiful flower because of its amazement.

The drama is not only the movement stopped, but even the breathing, the heartbeat, and even the consciousness stopped.

Fang Qiong in the distance also vaguely felt it in an instant.

That ice lotus appeared, freezing time and freezing space.

All the time and space around that ice lotus were frozen, and only Chu Feng ...... And the boiling liquid in the stone tools is an exception, and even the drama has not been spared.

If Chu Feng had the ability to act at this time, he might be able to deal a heavy blow at this moment, but unfortunately, he didn't have the slightest ability to act, and he was just delaying time by doing so.

After all, nothing could be found that could turn the tide.

Chu Feng sighed leisurely.

Maybe the person who sat in the universe and used frost to create life had that power, but unfortunately, he could only pick this swaying ice lotus in the frozen world.

He wasn't strong enough to step into the universe like that person.

If he can become stronger, if he can become stronger, he will have the strength to stand up, he will have the strength to defeat the senior in front of him.

He will be able to go back alive, and he will be able to save Yan Qingyu.

But he did not have such great power.

He desperately thirsted for power, and if he could get it, he could pay for it.

But no miracle happened.

Even if there are a thousand lotus, there will be a day when they will fall.

What fluttered in the sky was the broken leaves of the ice lotus, and in Chu Feng's hand, there was only a bare lotus canopy left, and there was not a single petal.

Chu Feng's hand finally fell weakly, and fell into the groove under him, splashing the splashing liquid and spilling on the surface of the stone tool.

When the last lotus flower withered, the body of the drama trembled violently, he seemed to realize something, and looked at Chu Feng's expression with some disbelief.

Is Fang Cai's own time and space completely frozen?

The drama was a little shocked, shocked by the supernatural powers shown by Fang Cai Chu Feng, which was definitely not what he should be capable of cultivating.

He even wanted to see Chu Feng able to show such an ability again.

But he immediately smiled, how could he give Chu Feng such a chance again, he wanted to kill Chu Feng here.

The phantom of a hill emerged in the palm of the play.

This palm has the weight of a mountain, and the drama is confident that no matter what kind of body it is, in the face of such power, it will be blown apart.

This palm, as long as it falls on the top of Chu Feng's head, no matter how powerful he is, he will pay a heavy price.

He waved his palm, but in an instant, the round stone tool trembled violently.

He was startled, looked around, and didn't understand at all what kind of situation made the stone tool tremble suddenly.

The Demon Summoning Sutra has not yet been completed, and it is impossible for this stone tool to tremble!

"Roar!"

The puppet-like phantom that stood not far away finally let out an earth-shattering roar after a long silence, and a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared on the blurred face.

It was eyes filled with blood, full of hatred, full of killing, and savage.

"Roar!"

The phantom roared, roaring in rage.

The liquid filled with each groove of the stone tool slowly rose like a curtain, and rotated at high speed along the lines on the stone tool, and suddenly converged towards the center of the stone tool!

"Roar!"

The twelve phantoms also let out a beastly roar, and took their steps, quickly walking towards their front, the center of the stone tool.

Every step they took shook the stone tools violently, and even cracks appeared.

Wet drama's gaze swept over the young man in front of him, only to find that the young man's hands were immersed in the liquid, wrapped around streams of liquid.

The streams of liquid were like poisonous snakes, entangled with each other, and then continued to submerge into Chu Feng's body.

What the hell is going on?

Miao's eyes widened in horror.

Why did you choose this boy as the host, instead of the girl who carried the seven levels?

Why did the Evoke Sutra start before everything was done?

Why is that?

The drama didn't understand, but the drama knew that the Demon Summoning Sutra had succeeded.

The Evoking Sutra has been activated, and this boy will become the host of the mad demon he has awakened, and no one can stop him anymore.

"Hahaha-"

Bursts of crazy and poignant laughter floated in the night sky, looking incomparably permeable and terrifying.

A word to readers:

Today, I went to Beijing and met my old friends, and suddenly there were a lot of feelings, my former classmates and friends were scattered, many people have lost their news, what they are doing, what they are thinking, they have no way of knowing, and there is only a memory left. Time flies, my friend.