After closing his eyes, Yang Zhenqiang also tried to calm his heart at this moment, and he was not affected by the outside world.

At the same time, the moment he closed his eyes, a strange energy emanated from his heart to the surroundings around his body, and this energy was transformed into an invisible wavelength and dispersed like ocean waves around him.

It is like resisting the surge of the tide that swept in, like a storm and waves, that is, the fragrance of flowers that is not the fragrance of peach blossoms.

At this moment, the fragrance of flowers is like the landslide tsunami, hitting Yang Zhenqiang's whole body, and it is also the invisible energy that sits the most powerful confrontation.

In the midst of the confrontation, a trace of purple lightning sparks will be produced from time to time, dazzling like lightning and thunder.

Now.

It is quiet all around.

There was not a trace of noise, and even the light transmitted from the shed was so dazzling and quiet at this moment.

The rain in the sky has stopped, but the surrounding environment is frighteningly silent.

But this time passed little by little.

With the passage of time, Yang Zhenqiang could still rely on the energy he exuded to resist the invasion of flowers...

But this time is moving forward inexorably.

And this floral fragrance is slowly advancing, and every time you move forward a small grid, the floral fragrance brought by this is huge.

It was so bad that I almost fainted.

As for why this Yang Zhenqiang hasn't fainted yet, in addition to the milky white energy emanating from his body, it is the powerful self-controlled spiritual power that is urging him, and that obsession is also reminding him in his mind not to faint.

After all, people's obsessions are still extremely terrifying, terrifying to the point of frightening and outrageous.

In addition, there are his own wives and children waiting to be rescued by himself.

Then, he must not be unconscious, and his will must not be dissipated;

Be sober and absolutely maintain the only remaining will.

But this time is passing bit by bit.

In less than a few tens of seconds, the will is gradually depressed, and even the energy emitted from it has become extremely fragile and dilapidated at this moment, and it will be shattered with a light touch.

'Bang~' The crisp sound resounded in all directions, and it also dispersed into pieces of silver-white fragments floating in the air, and the fragments formed the most dazzling scenery in the air at this moment.

At the moment when his will was depressed, Yang Zhenqiang finally couldn't hold on, and he also lay on the table, and there was a crisp sound on the wooden table, and the sound covered the wooden table in all directions, and gradually disappeared into the air.

When Yang Zhenqiang lay down behind the wooden table, the speed of those flower scents moved faster and faster, like a torrential rain, frantically attacking the place where he was, and only the afterimages remained in place.

It's like devouring Yang Zhenqiang himself like crazy, and he has also devoured it all, and there are not even bones left.

It didn't take a while.

The movement speed of those petals is increasing exponentially, and from time to time they will leave a trace of lightning and thunder in the air, which is extremely beautiful and extremely domineering.

It makes people see it, but also frightening it.

'Smack~'

At this moment, the lightning of the air also struck the ground from time to time, and also knocked out a few small holes in the ground, and above the small holes was a wisp of green smoke, like a mist hovering between the mist.

The lightning struck, in addition to those few small holes, was the disaster of the teahouse within a radius of a hundred miles, and also the damage of those wooden tables.

'Boom~' The speed of the movement of those petals has also reached a terrifying level, and the lightning generated by the movement speed is also at this moment, like a thunderous storm, sweeping through this one-third of an acre of teahouse, and also sweeping this dilapidated teahouse at this moment.

But in this teahouse, no one came out from beginning to end.

For everything that happened outside of this teahouse, it was as if it had never been pure, and it was as if it had never happened.

Those crazy petals, without the blocking of energy, also swept Yang Zhenqiang himself madly at this moment, and they also swept towards him for a time, devouring them all.

Time is also passing bit by bit, and the speed at which the petals are devouring is getting faster and faster.

In a short time, Yang Zhenqiang himself was swallowed up, and there was not even a trace of a gap.

When Yang Zhenqiang was completely buried in the petals, the air was quiet, but it was also silent.

The silence was terrifying, and it was terrifying.

Unconsciously it will also hit a chill.

It was quiet.

The air was silent.

The rain also stopped.

Even the crazy petals stopped its crazy movements, and the speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely, scattered in the air, floating on the ground, and floating in front of the dilapidated teahouse, that is, outside the ruined teahouse.

Now.

The petals have also fallen silent.

The withered petals are not withering, and the petals growing between the branches of the peach blossom tree are also silent.

This moment.

It was as if the time had stopped.

The image in the air has also stopped.

Even the petals that were still floating in the air stood still at this moment.

However, the petals of the flower that stood still at that time were quite beautiful, like a beautiful picture, just like that in mid-air, motionless.

Originally, the breeze gradually passed, but it stopped at this moment, and gradually stopped with time.

All of this stopped, and time stood still in this moment.

After Yang Zhenqiang was buried by the sea of flowers, this time also stood still.

After time was stopped, the petals that buried Yang Zhenqiang also had a slight change at this moment.

I saw that between the petals, in the subtle gap, a trace of milky white light, like silver-white energy, was also like a spark of golden light, shuttling back and forth between the petals.

From time to time, it dances out along the gap for a few minutes, and it also flashes with a bit of dazzling light.

A few seconds passed.

These dazzling rays of light began to be active frequently, and they began to beat a little towards the surroundings of the petals, moving back and forth in these gaps, over and over again, like fish running on the sea, jumping over and over, looking a little lively.

But over time.

These jumping fish also began to slowly reduce their beating speed, and even the beating was not frequent.

In this way, these milky white rays also reduced the dazzling light at this moment, as if they were deliberately covered by flower petals.

When the milky white light slowly decreases, until there is no shadow of light at all, and it completely disappears in the gap between the petals... It was only then that the surroundings completely returned to a calm state.

At this moment, within a radius of ten miles, at a glance, in addition to the dilapidated and ruined ruins, it was the petals that were trapped in the air, and the petals scattered around Yang Zhenqiang, as well as the petals covering his whole body.

Although the scene is not very beautiful, the beauty of this broken flower petal can be regarded as beautiful.

At this moment, Yang Zhenqiang was buried by this petal, and the whole person was also unconscious, and there was no movement around.

But the time is passing, and the moist smell in the air is quietly flowing.

A minute passed.

There was still no movement around.

Even around Yang Zhenqiang, there was no movement.

At this moment, there is still about an hour and a half before Yang Zhenqiang and the person agreed.

If Yang Zhenqiang still refuses to wake up, then it is difficult to say whether his wife and children will live or die.

Ten minutes later.

The petals that were stuck in the air suddenly showed signs of moving at this time, and at this moment they slowly drifted to the ground and scattered to the ground.

The previous peach tree, which had been frozen by time, was also swaying with the graceful breeze at this moment, and swaying its body and swaying its branches and leaves.

Time passed around the teahouse again.

But what's weird... After a few seconds, these petals flew back towards the peach blossom tree, and even the ruins in front of the dilapidated teahouse were slowly regressing at this moment.

It looks like stepping back in time.

If this time is really going backwards, then everything that happened in this teahouse at this moment will also go back to ten minutes ago.

However, the speed of this reversal is also slowly accelerating, and it is also gradually accelerating the speed of the reversal at the moment.

After a while, the speed of this regression, like lightning, was rapidly flowing backwards.

A few seconds passed.

The speed of this regression has gradually slowed down a lot, and I know that it has finally completely returned to the normal flow of time.

The original dilapidated ruins were also restored ten minutes ago at this moment.

Even the petals that covered Yang Zhenqiang flew back to the peach blossom tree at this moment.

As for Yang Zhenqiang himself, who has not woken up yet, he has been lying on the wooden table, and he still hasn't woken up yet.

There was a quiet state again.

The petals are still the same as the original trajectory, floating down from time to time, and at this moment, the sky once again presents a magnificent scene of strange beauty.

The scenery is eye-catching, and the painting is fascinating.

The splendid and magnificent scenery has become the most unique beauty of this teahouse.

The flower scoop slowly flutters in the sky, and it is also like a beautiful elf, dancing in the air at this moment, giving people a very beautiful sense of beauty.

Five minutes later.

The petals fall to the ground.

Yang Zhenqiang, who was still lying on the wooden table and had not been awake, also had a slight movement at this moment.

The crisp breeze blew beside him, and the warm sun was reflected on the ground through the thin shed, like raindrops, which were densely sprinkled on this square acre.

At this moment, it gives people an extremely good feeling, and it also makes people feel a little comfortable.

The corners of Yang Zhenqiang's mouth slowly skimmed a few times at this moment, as if his consciousness was also awake a few times.