Although the body was shattered, Chen Feng expected that the Hungry Ghost Dao Master was not dead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Otherwise, it would be impossible for his oni banner to stand safely and maintain its inherent secret power fluctuations.

A moment later, a dense black spot of light suddenly appeared in the surrounding air. A huge suction force suddenly emitted from the ghost flag, and these black points of light were thrown into the ghost banner one after another.

On the ghost flag, the face of the hungry ghost Dao Master gradually emerged.

His shriveled skin twitched, as if he were in excruciating pain. His eyes became blood-red, staring at Chen Feng, eager to bite Chen Feng in one bite.

When all the points of light merged into the ghost flag, the face of the hungry ghost Dao Lord finally became clear, but he no longer had a body.

"Ruined my body, you deserve to die!" The Hungry Ghost Dao Lord shouted angrily, and the light in the passage was dim.

"Swallow the sky!" The Hungry Ghost Dao Master let out a low roar, and the six sub-ghosts suddenly came out of the ghost flag, and with the mouth of the blood basin that gradually condensed, they rushed straight towards Chen Feng, this time, the speed was even faster!

Caught off guard, Chen Feng directly fanned out a blue and red flame with the fire phoenix fan, forcing the six sub-ghosts to retreat, and at the same time drawing out the silk thread again, using a knot to entangle the blood mouth.

The Hungry Ghost Dao Master couldn't help but be furious when he saw that it was another damn silk thread entangled in the bloody mouth.

The mouth of the hungry ghost Dao Master immediately opened, and he actually sucked all six sub-ghosts into his mouth, and chewed them one by one.

The black blood of the six sub-demons dripped along the ghost flags.

The hungry ghost Dao Master's mouth opened again, and every tooth flashed with black light. Then, he erupted into a strange black cloud.

The speed of this strange cloud was very fast, and as if it had spirituality, it rushed directly towards Chen Feng.

Most of Chen Feng's secret power was used to bind the blood mouth, and he couldn't use other secret techniques, so he had to pick up the battle knife and attach the secret knowledge to slash straight down.

The strange cloud seemed to have spirituality, and before the war knife could touch it, it turned into a rope and flung it in the air, entangling Chen Feng.

Chen Feng retreated again, but he couldn't move. Even, his secret power was stagnant, and it became slow to run. This made it even more difficult for him to restrain the bloody mouth!

"Now, we can't move, let's decide the winner!" The hungry ghost Dao Master closed his eyes, and black secret power emerged from the ghost flags, which were injected into the blood mouth one after another.

"Devouring the Earth!" After the Hungry Ghost Dao Master finished speaking in a low voice, the bloody mouth slowly opened.

Chen Feng had no choice but to mobilize more secret knowledge and secret power to strengthen his control over the Dao Knot.

There are still too few silk threads, and the restraint of the Dao knot on the blood mouth is becoming more and more difficult.

"Hahaha!" The Hungry Ghost Dao Master laughed triumphantly. When the bloody mouth was completely opened, it was the moment when Chen Feng was swallowed by the bloody mouth.

The Hungry Ghost Dao Master finished laughing and began to continue manipulating the bloody mouth that had just been bound and closed by the Dao Knot again.

Chen Feng found himself in a predicament. Without new means, he would not have been able to destroy the bloody mouth. If you continue to stalemate like this, you will most likely lose.

Do you want to summon a secret pet or a puppet? Chen Feng was very impressed by the devouring ability of the sub-ghost, and it was estimated that the secret pet and a small number of puppets would not be able to bargain, but a large number of puppets would be able to defeat the ghost flag. It's just that as a last resort, Chen Feng doesn't want to rely on external forces like this.

The fire of mysteries? That purple fire in the hidden meridians? Yin thunder? Or is it the red glow in the strange eyeballs? Chen Feng felt that these methods could destroy the blood mouth, but these were not the skills that Chen Feng wanted to use the most.

His gaze remained on the knot.

Chen Feng's cultivation is not high, but he has begun to comprehend the secret arts. The three thousand knots are the result of his comprehension.

Comprehension cannot happen all the time, and the number of occurrences can be said to be very small, but the progress of the secret technique of the Three Thousand Dao Knot can only be improved by comprehension.

Since the Three Thousand Dao Junction was effective against the blood mouth, Chen Feng hoped to use this opportunity to improve the Three Thousand Dao Junction.

There was silence in the passage, and the hungry ghost Dao Lord concentrated on controlling the blood. Although he still didn't admit it, in his heart, he had already regarded Chen Feng as a fierce rival.

Chen Feng's heart also slowly calmed down. He no longer thinks about the dark passage, the tomb full of yin qi and mysteries, the weird and ruthless opponent, and the difficult situation and future of himself.

He thought of the sky, he thought of the feeling of flying, and that was what he had always dreamed of. It's just that when he imagined it, he still found that no matter how blue the sky was, when people looked up, they might feel a trace of silence that could not be dissolved, and this faint sadness was because the sky was too vast.

In the whole of nature, there is no kind of heaven and earth, which is a kind of sorrow brought by loneliness. Chen Feng also has this sorrow, as a secret, he is an outlier among secrets. He had no companions, and most of the time, he walked alone.

He thought of a poem he had read: "The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it."

Chen Feng doesn't read much, but he has always liked the sentences in ancient poems that use small, dense and numerous things to imitate the hearts of the people in the world. The boundless net, the countless knots, the never-ending thoughts and troubles, the trivial and sad, the torment, the people can't escape.

"The boundless rain is as thin as sorrow", "How much sorrow is there?" A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains. Chen Feng thought of the rain in the sky, was that the tears of the sky? So many sorrows, endlessly, overwhelmingly attacked, caged the heart in an ethereal atmosphere. This kind of sadness has plunged all life into the void. In the rain, a person with experience will touch the bottom of his life at once: the vast world and the small and weak life, like the small and weak life, have feelings that cannot be placed.

Rain is the knot of heaven and earth.

In addition to the rain, there are also the fluttering snowflakes and catkins, those elves that no one can control, and those chaotic sorrows.

If you want to be a person who does not waste your life, you must know how to cherish and remember. However, the more you see through, the more knots you may have. Every day, every thing, every person, and every word in life is a silk thread, and once the heart fluctuates, it will tie a knot that cannot be untied.

What came to Chen Feng's mind was the artistic conception in the poems, and he thought of his own life.

Once, when I was a child, I didn't have the grand ambitions of other children. He doesn't want to do anything earth-shattering, he just hopes to be able to support his grandparents with a pair of hardworking hands.

Not everyone can soar, not everyone can have a lot of money, whether they have dreams or not, some people are destined to be famous, and some people are notorious.

Everyone has a thousand knots in their hearts, some people are trying to untie them, and many more are making them up. What can you explain in the face of incomprehensible inquiries from others? I can only laugh it off.

Chen Feng couldn't help but miss those little preferences taught by his grandparents.

The lively life may usher in a light rain. The rainbow after the rain could not moisten the crops. This is a chaotic life, a chaotic knot, and the world is like this.

When the mouth of blood gradually opened, Chen Feng's mind spread like a secret power between heaven and earth. His hand finally moved again, and the forty-sixth thread appeared.