After the final battle of the Daoist martial arts conference, everything in the Blue Water Pavilion gradually began to calm down again, and the people who came to participate in the competition or watch gradually left a lot, only a small number of people have not left, and the main figures of the two sides who initiated this conference have not left, it seems that there are some important secrets hidden after this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Xuanyuan Feng passed out from a coma at the end of the day's competition, and he didn't wake up for many days, and even his body became thinner and thinner, looking like he had become a mortal.

It's just that during this period of time, in the place where Xuanyuan Feng is resting, there are always so many people's eyes secretly paying attention to Xuanyuan Feng, hoping that he can recover and wake up as soon as possible, if it weren't for the comatose Xuanyuan Feng and the Tianyue Sect watching there, everything would not be so peaceful.

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Far away in the mountains of Cuixia, these days, every time there is a person standing on the mountain peak, looking at the endless sea of clouds in front of him alone, sighing from time to time, and dancing the fairy sword in his hand from time to time, as if he is praying for a certain person's blessing.

No matter how calm his state of mind is, the feeling he has never felt in his heart has a trembling of Mo Ran on that day, which makes him always think of his beloved little apprentice, and he doesn't know what is going on at this moment.

In the greenery, the sky is full of colorful clouds, but the worry in his heart has not been able to calm down, and he has cultivated to the point where he has seen through everything, and he can feel his situation in the dark, but he is close to the end of the world, and he can't help his apprentice, maybe only here is quietly supporting him for his sword dance.

The mother is worried, why isn't the master worried about his apprentice all the time?

It's just that without experience, there will never be a moment of growth, and everything has to rely on yourself.

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In the dark, since that day because of excessive waste of himself, he has gone against himself as if he was going against the sky, but if everything was done again, let Xuanyuan Feng choose himself, he would still choose like this!

I don't care if I win or lose, but my own life must be in my own hands.

If that's going crazy, then I don't care, so I don't care.

From the moment he lost consciousness, Xuanyuan Feng felt that he was no longer the same self he once was, and from the dazedness, his consciousness saw the desolate wilderness again, but there was no longer the figure he saw before, it seemed that he was the only one here.

Every moment of the day, it was so dark and desolate, as if there was no night or day, and it would be like this forever and ever.

"I, am I dead?" Xuanyuan Feng would always ask himself about the endless silence and anguish, but after a short time, he shook his head with a wry smile: "Is this hell? It's just that why is there no one else in hell?"

From the moment his consciousness woke up here, Xuanyuan Feng always couldn't help but ask himself, always talking and asking, he couldn't stop shaking his head, no matter how far he walked out of the desolate wilderness, what he saw was the same silence and desolation, and he was only accompanied by endless dusk and loneliness.

Even the passage of time Xuanyuan Feng he can't tell the difference, endless loneliness and loneliness can always make people can't help but go crazy, maybe it's like this.

The loneliness you give yourself, the world you lock up, and the madness is just a thought.

Whenever Xuanyuan Feng feels that he seems to be unable to bear this loneliness and loneliness in the next moment, in this unchanging world, maybe only if he is crazy and crazy, all this will end!

It's just that every now and then, there is always a voice that sounds, floating in his ears, so that he always recalls the same lonely ten years, but there are green mountains and green waters, and there is a master who looks at himself silently in a certain place, although he has not seen his traces once, but he can feel his existence, and now he also has this feeling, as if the master is by his side, always silently watching himself.

The thoughts that made him crazy always silently disappeared, and he turned back from the edge of madness.

It's just that this endless back and forth, Xuanyuan Feng is always going back and forth between wanting to go crazy and calm down, back and forth without interval, as if telling himself that the time here is going on, and everything is going on.

It's just that next to Xuanyuan Feng's sleeping body, there is always a woman staring at him silently, hoping that he will wake up the next moment, but in exchange for one disappointment after another, one loss after another.

Day after day, she waited by his side all the time, so that the idea that others also wanted to persuade her was helplessly dispelled again and again, and they let her go, because looking at the faint smile on Xuanyuan Feng's face, none of them could bear to say anything else, but they couldn't stop sighing when they saw their bodies getting thinner and thinner.

This endless wait everyone believes that this will be a long time, the two Venerables Xiaoyao and Hanxing have seen Xuanyuan Feng's situation at the moment many times and can't help sighing, it seems that the heavens are always jealous of heroes and heroes, how many shining new stars in this world are always as gloomy but aura as him, returning to calm, ordinary and quiet.

It's just that on the thirtieth day of Xuanyuan Feng's coma, the Heavenly Demon Sect Demon Tianran, who was in a coma like him, woke up suddenly, although his cultivation was detained by a big beating, and it was difficult to return to his peak moment without many days of rest and recuperation, but he woke up, then, everything would be fine, that's all.

However, Xuanyuan Feng was still in a coma and fell asleep, without the slightest tendency to get better, so that the people who were worried about him all the time were still worried about him, and nothing changed.

Every day in the real world, day and night are intertwined, and the passage of time is always in helplessness, but no one will feel that it is a very happy thing to know the passage of time, because no one is like Xuanyuan Feng, consciousness is in a place where it is never possible to distinguish the passage of time, because everything there is always and always like that, there is no change, only consciousness is hovering between madness and non-madness countless times.

Xuanyuan Feng, who was in that strange consciousness space, couldn't bear the loneliness and loneliness countless times, and hovered on the edge of madness countless times, this time, he had long forgotten how many times this was the first time he couldn't bear this endless loneliness, this dim and desolate world that would never change, no matter which way he walked, what he saw in front of him never changed, so that he finally had an urge to fall into madness again.

"Are you going crazy again?" Xuanyuan Feng, who had just risen and wanted to feel crazy, suddenly shook his head, as if to say to someone, and said as if talking to himself, but after the crazy feeling became stronger and stronger, I thought that I could endure it again, and all this would only be repeated endlessly, but I didn't expect him to follow, just roaring and roaring one by one, and it was becoming more and more difficult to control himself, and his consciousness began to be a little trance again.

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