Qin Feng took a step forward, his left and right fists struck out at the same time, one punch urged Baihua Yefang to the limit, and the other punch used his dark energy technique, and the movement was amazing.

Boom.

The two collided offensively, and the tiger-shaped spirit shadow collapsed the moment it made contact, and was torn apart by the implicit offensive in Qin Feng's fists.

The offensive in Qin Feng's fists did not dissipate, and the two hundred and fifty petals turned into a multicolored rainbow and poured on one of them. His other punch also struck out with an astonishing aura, and there was an explosion above the chest of the middle-aged man on the right.

The two of them flew upside down, slamming into the ground behind them, motionless and lifeless.

Qin Feng's two punches were extremely domineering, tearing all the organs in the chests of the two of them, all the internal organs were shattered into slag, and from the blood they spit out, you could see the organs and tissues that were already broken.

In the second before they died, they only regretted it, regretting that they were blinded by interests, and they wanted to catch Qin Feng and lead to their fall.

Qin Feng didn't care about the two corpses that had a little bit of temperature left, and he walked continuously to the burial place.

He stood at the burial place, the vitality in his hand gathered, and a green blade of vitality continued to cut out, cutting all the soil on the ground and opening up a large pit.

The coffin came into view.

Qin Feng stretched out one hand, and a rich vitality swept out, holding the coffin and bringing it to the ground.

Qin Feng touched the coffin in front of him, the touch was cold and cold, and every time he touched it, it made him tremble, and his heart was cold.

Qin Feng resisted the urge to lie on the coffin and cry, he forcibly glared at it, and wanted to open the coffin himself, he kept hinting at himself in his subconscious.

"Fat Jiu will be fine, he won't die, he still has to crisscross with me and Qin Hu!"

His brow furrowed tightly, and an inexplicable sense of fear appeared in his heart, which made him dare not open the coffin.

"It's been four months since the Heavenly Cliff Festival, and a person is in a coffin, buried for four months, and it's already rotten, right?"

He realized this and said sadly: "Could it be that Fat Jiu has rotted and turned into a skeleton, and I can't recognize it at all?"

Qin Feng held back his thoughts, not thinking about it, his hand stretched out and touched both sides of the coffin lid.

The material of this coffin is very ordinary, it is a very common wood in the wasteland, it is extremely ordinary, and there is no warm and vast atmosphere like a broken plaque.

But Qin Feng still found some strangeness when he touched this coffin, the materials of this coffin were ordinary, but there were some remnants of vitality.

These energies are faint and seem to seep out of the coffin, filling the inside of the coffin, isolating the inside and outside of the coffin, like a protective shield.

Qin Feng's heart was cold, he was very familiar with this kind of method. This coffin is most likely carved by a member of the Wood Spirit Clan, and the materials used are very exquisite, but the technique is very superb, and it can store vitality, which makes the coffin have some extraordinary effects.

Qin Feng no longer hesitated, and with both hands, he pulled up along the edge of the coffin board.

Click.

The coffin board was lifted by Qin Feng and rolled to the side, Qin Feng was the first

Time noticed the man lying in the coffin.

I saw that the man had a fat head and big ears, a fat body, a young man, a ruddy complexion, a white and quiet face, and his hands on his chest.

The person in the coffin is Fat Jiu!

Qin Feng staggered two steps, and when he saw that the person in the coffin was Fat Jiu, he was completely dead.

He wanted to cry, but the grief and indignation in his heart prevented him from shedding tears.

He stared at Fat Jiu, stunned, he felt a sore pain in his eyes, his nose was sore, and his Adam's apple was spinning unconsciously.

couldn't help it, two hot tears rolled down from Qin Feng's eyes, and these tears were glowing with crystal brilliance, dripping on Fat Jiu's clothes, turning into two circular water stains.

Qin Feng couldn't hold back his crying, and choked up: "Fat Jiu, why, why! Why did you die!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's me who caused a big disaster, it's me who hurt you, and it's ...... you"

Qin Feng's chest fell together, his emotions fluctuated violently, his whole body was weak, and he held the edge of the coffin with two hands, lying on the coffin softly.

He released his mental power induction and found that Fat Jiu's condition was no longer breathing, and his vitality was completely gone, not a coma, but a real death.

Before this, Qin Feng was still holding a bit of luck, he thought that it might be that the two middle-aged people in Jin Xuancun wanted to disturb his heart, so he used such a means to wear down his fighting spirit in order to capture him.

But now Fat Jiu is lying in the coffin, with no breath, motionless, his chest no longer rises and falls, no different from a dead person.

Fat Jiu's body is still very ruddy, his skin is a little pale, but it is still very soft, and his ten fingers are still as fat and short as before.

This coffin was made by the people of the Wood Spirit Clan, although the material was very ordinary, and the whole body was an ordinary single wood, but the carvers of the Wood Spirit Clan left some formation patterns on the coffin wall, which could gather spirits and isolate the outside.

The seal is very good, and the coffin is in a class of its own.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that Fat Jiu's body is not rotten, and the whole person looks very alive, as if he is just sleeping.

Qin Feng lay on the edge of the coffin for a long time, he felt that he had no ** to continue living, and such a brother's parting was too big a blow to him.

Qin Feng remained motionless for an hour, his eyes were red and swollen, but the tears brewing in his eyes did not flow out again, but kept spinning, making his eyes red and swollen.

He tried his best to tell himself to be strong, to cheer up, everyone in Chongming Village was still waiting for him to appear, the hope of the clansmen was in him, and he still had hatred on his shoulders.

But when he saw Fat Jiu, he was deeply saddened. He buried his head and said, "Fat Jiu, I'm really shaken, if you will definitely lose your loved ones along the way to cultivation, then what's the use of cultivation?"

"Cultivation pursues immortality, and the road to immortality is free. But what is the meaning of a person's immortality, a person's heaven and earth? ”

"It's better for a few brothers to spend their lives in peace in the clan, birth, old age, sickness and death. ”

When Qin Feng thought like this, his heart suddenly beat, beating violently, and streams of fiery blood pumped out of his heart, transfusion

into all parts of his body.

These bloods are not simple, they are conveying a kind of consciousness, showing Qin Feng's Dao heart, telling his innermost desires, and showing his subconscious pursuit.

This is Qin Feng's Dao heart yearning for immortality.

Under this influence, his negative consciousness weakened slightly, and he gradually stopped self-doubting.

Qin Feng touched his hand, he had never felt such a cold body temperature, it was so cold.

Qin Feng shrugged sadly, and said dumbfoundedly: "Fat Jiu, I will avenge your revenge, and I will also avenge the revenge of the people of Chongming Village!"

"There are also the monks of the five factions in the Sunny Continent, the ancient feud, I still remember those people, sooner or later I will go back with Chongming Village one day, and let those who coveted the Chongming Law in the past pay the price!"

"Fat Jiu, it's a pity that you can't see it again on this day, I, Qin Feng, owe you a lot in this life, if there is a netherworld, there is a yellow spring, we will be good brothers!"

Qin Feng regretted it, annoyed by what he had done before. Fat nine days like to be in the limelight, and his mind is very simple. Helplessly, every appearance will be pressed by him and become his foil.

"In the next life, I would like to be your backdrop!"

Qin Feng stretched out his hand, touched Fat Jiu's face, and finally felt Fat Jiu's temperature.

As soon as he touched Fat Jiu, his eyes became more ruddy, and more tears were rolling. The body of his good brother was in front of him, which made him want to die.

If it weren't for that Dao heart, that subconscious thirst for immortality, Qin Feng felt that he would not be able to hold on.

Sou. Bai Lao floated out of the Jade Jian world, he patted Qin Feng's shoulder and comforted: "Boy, don't be sad, you should cheer up and avenge him." ”

"On the way of cultivation, I have seen too much life and death. Work hard, touch immortality, and attain the path of enlightenment, and maybe it will be possible to resurrect those who have passed away in the long river of time. ”

Qin Feng raised his head and cheered up slightly: "Resurrection?"

Bai Lao nodded: "Look at my state, don't you just want to die or not die, do you want to live or not?"

"The cultivation journey is too difficult, like climbing a dangerous peak, there are too many people who accidentally fall from this dangerous peak and turn into dry bones and ashes, after all, there are only a few who can persevere. ”

"When you reach the mountainside, you will find the beauty of the world. If you can reach the top, you will be able to completely transcend the earth that binds you and touch the sky above your head. ”

"It is possible to cross that cage of heaven and earth, rewrite fate, and reverse time!"

Qin Feng nodded with tears, he thanked Bai Lao and looked at Fat Jiu in the coffin again.

He couldn't bear the loneliness of being left alone in the process of climbing.

He wanted to ask for a transcendent coffin for Fat Jiu to preserve his body, in order to seek a way to resurrect him.

He finally touched Fat Jiu's face and wanted to close the coffin.

Suddenly, the Xuanhuang villain in his body said: "Bad old man, you know how to mislead others." ”

"Qin Feng, this little fat man is not dead. ”