After another ten years, Lei Kelin let go of everything he was obsessed with in the world and ascended through the tribulation, but he failed and almost died. Jiang Feng shook the heavenly tribulation with his immortal might, saved Lei Kelin, protected his soul, and sent him to reincarnate again.

However, not everyone is as lucky as Lei Kelin, in the past hundred years, Jiang Feng and others have become ancestors, and many of his brothers and sisters have also come to different endings.

Some of them went wrong in the process of cultivation, went mad, and their Dao hearts collapsed and died; some failed to cross the catastrophe and their souls were scattered, leaving only a pile of dust and ashes of the catastrophe; some sealed themselves in the forbidden land of the clouds, turning into the foundation of the sect and protecting the peace of the clouds and the sky hall for a hundred generations......

There are also those who have succeeded in ascending, Jiang Feng personally crossed the catastrophe and ascended to the Dharma for them, and watched them ascend to the immortal realm, Gao Zhuoyuan, Kong Yin, Cheng Lingxuan, watching one familiar face after another leave him, Jiang Feng's heart, the sense of emptiness is getting stronger and stronger.

When Jiang Feng was one hundred and eighty years old, Dugusheng came out of the customs strongly, sacrificed his old friends and sacrificed his old friends, and fought with Jiang Feng in the extreme realm, shocking the entire Hongchen industry.

His departure turned into a gap in Jiang Feng's emotional burst, causing the emptiness that had been suppressed and accumulated in Jiang Feng's heart to turn into loneliness and loneliness at this moment.

This kind of loneliness, precipitated over the years, is like old wine, becoming more and more intense, and Jiang Feng's heart recalls the feeling of being overwhelmed again after more than a hundred years.

He was born as a human being, but now, he feels that he is getting farther and farther away from the so-called "man". Jiang Feng suddenly realized why those powerhouses who stood tall in the earth immortals finally chose to ascend.

This choice is not only forced by the helplessness of the catastrophe, nor is it entirely for the pursuit of eternal life, but they can no longer find traces of their human being.

Jiang Feng thought that he could endure this, he could suppress this, he could get used to this, he thought he could, until something happened a hundred years later......

Summer Night Death is finally difficult to suppress the cultivation, forced to have no choice, can only cross the catastrophe and ascend, this pair of famous Kyushu, famous in the world, the fairy couple, love for nearly three hundred years, but have to be separated.

All the reluctance, all the attachment, reached its peak when the figure of the summer night disappeared in the clouds and skylight, and the couple took one last look, and then, it was the separation of heaven and man.

At this moment, the loneliness in Jiang Feng's heart filled all of his life, but he still did not choose to ascend, and the scenery above the top was only endless loneliness at this time.

No one in the world understands why Jiang Feng still chooses to stay in the human world, but his reputation is still rising with the passage of time, and he has suppressed the Demon Dao alone for three hundred years.

There are not a few comparators, some people even think that he has long been out of the blue, it is difficult to find a few people comparable to him in ancient and modern times, he has been standing at the peak of the earth immortal for many years, and even does not put the ordinary heavenly immortal in his eyes, this is the self-confidence of the first person in Kyushu.

Jiang Feng did not choose to close the heavenly machine like others, many years ago, he was already fearless of the heavenly calamity, and the will of heaven did not allow him to stay in the human world for a long time, but he went against the sky and stayed in the world for a long time.

After another few decades, Jiang Feng was three hundred and sixty years old, his closest relative, self-styled self-styled, dead, he was independent of the world, but he became a real loner.

This year, Jiang Feng left the Cloud Palace, disappeared into the vast red dust, since the summer night soared, he no longer maintained the description, now, like an old man with white hair and hair, wandering among the ordinary people in the market.

Jiang Feng stepped on every inch of land he had walked on, recalling every person in the past, only in this way could he let himself regain the feeling of being a human being.

"Who am I and who am I ......"

In the four hundred years of the world, Jiang Feng only had these doubts left in his heart, he had disappeared for a hundred years, and the cultivators in the world either thought that he had ascended, or thought that he had died, but there were more cultivators who supported the former's point of view, after all, with Jiang Feng's cultivation, the possibility of death was already very small.

The Demon Sect had also broken the seal and reappeared in the human world, but Jiang Feng didn't want to care anymore, and let them grow again, standing in line with the righteous path again, reciprocating, and reproducing one reincarnation after another.

Jiang Feng once also wanted to destroy the Demon Sect so that the cultivation realm would never have any demons in the future, but if he missed it once, he didn't plan to do it again, he felt that he should be like this, he felt that he had to do so, but this became a new question in his heart.

He traveled all over the red dust industry, while pursuing himself, he was also looking for this answer, because he felt that he should know the reason, he thought that his realm would never be confused by this, but he could never understand it.

This sense of strangeness and disobedience in his heart became an opportunity, like a gap in a secret realm, spurring him to hurry forward.

Jiang Feng's intuition hidden deep in his subconscious told him that this answer might be able to eliminate his obsession with staying in the human world for a long time and not wanting to ascend to the immortal.

This process was extremely slow, with Jiang Feng's cultivation, it took him a full fifty years to travel through Kyushu, and he didn't go to the other life ancient stars in the Red Dust Realm, even if he could have crossed the void and shuttled endlessly.

He had a vague feeling that the answer he was looking for was in Kyushu, in the land where he was born and raised.

At the age of five hundred, Jiang Feng stood on the coast of the East China Sea in Duzhou, looking at the vast and boundless sea in front of him, and his eyes were once again confused.

"There, where is it?"

With one step, Jiang Feng crossed the sea of moats and landed on a "strange" land.

"Thirteen Lands, why have I never been aware of the existence of this continent? I have clearly never set foot in this domain, why do I feel so familiar?"

Jiang Feng's emotions fluctuated violently, calming his heart for hundreds of years, and reappearing in turmoil. He followed the strange sense of familiarity in his heart to Chu Land, and the moment he stepped into this land, the image of a person suddenly appeared in his mind.

This person is dressed as a man, dressed in white and holding a fan, graceful and heroic, although he is smiling and silent, but he hides the momentum of the dragon and tiger, and his eyes are even more shocking.

Wen ...... Bin: It's her, how could I forget her? I still have an agreement with her, Ziwei Imperial City, where is Ziwei Imperial City?"

Jiang Feng wanted to pursue it, but suddenly like a mortal, he was lost in the mountains and forests, and he couldn't find it

"Who am I, how am I here, what is going on?"

Jiang Feng raised his head to the sky and shouted, alarming the hidden power of the thirteen places, but when they sensed this faint terrifying aura, none of them dared to come.

The fog was confusing, it was difficult to find it, at this time, the image of Chinese Bin in Jiang Feng's mind was suddenly clear, and the folding fan in her hand was written, and the one hundred and twenty-three characters that she had read appeared in front of her again.

"It's ......"

Just like back then, Jiang Feng still couldn't see anything from the one hundred and twenty-three words that the scripture was not like the scripture and the poem was not like the poem, but the moment he remembered the hundred words, a wild storm suddenly blew in his mind.

The storm swept through the four realms with the momentum of shattering the clouds and mist, and one familiar and unfamiliar scene after another suddenly flashed in Jiang Feng's mind.

Entering the WTO and training, being in the thirteen places, destroying bandits in the fence village, eliminating evil in the chaotic fairy city, and seizing bones in Wuhou County......

With the recollection, Jiang Feng's appearance began to regain his youth again, and when the memory of Wuhou County's relics spine appeared, he suddenly held his head and half-knelt on the ground in pain, and a golden light burst out from the center of his eyebrows.

"Relic Golden Light ......" Jiang Feng's mind flashed again when he was eight years old, Han Jiao crossed the catastrophe and turned into a dragon, and the picture of his relics turning into bones to save his life when he was dying, "My relics skull, where did my relics skull go?"

Jiang Feng asked himself, his face showed a look of hatred that had disappeared for many years, he looked at himself consciously, but he didn't even find his relic skull, not even the relic spine on his waist.

"What the hell is going on?"

Lost memories come in like a tide, fragments like stars, gradually converge, converging into a short life of 16 years, which is far less than 500 years long, but more real than 500 years.

Day after day, it gathers into a moon, gathers into an adult, and until today, it has turned into a mirage in the ancient city of Kaiyang.

"Kaiyang Ancient City, Mirage! I'm still in the Mirage!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Feng's scenery of the four realms suddenly blurred, turning into chaos, he clenched his fists violently, the chaotic realm suddenly shattered, and the fragments of mirror dust gathered into a road to the sky, leading directly to a magnificent and simple gilded mahogany gate.

......

Kaiyang Ancient City, the sixth floor of the mirage space.

The white mist was misty, swirling, Jiang Feng was in the center, sitting cross-legged, directly in front of him, a purple gold bell hung in the air and sounded, the sound wave was like a solid shape, like water waves, passing through Jiang Feng's body with closed eyes and unconscious.

A young figure walked slowly and cautiously, with a purple golden bell hanging on his head, and in a short time he had already arrived in front of Jiang Feng, and it was none other than the disciple of the Sound Demon Pavilion - Yin Jian!

"Jiang Feng, even if you are talented, you are not trapped in the illusion and cannot extricate yourself and let others slaughter you. ”

Yin Jian raised his hand and waved, and a flying sword floated in front of him, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jiang Feng's eyebrows.

"I respect you, and let you die in the Ecstasy Spring Dream, which is also my last respect for you. ”

In the secret realm of dreams, Jiang Feng walked on the road, gradually approaching the gate of the dark and natural, suddenly, the vision suddenly changed, he appeared in a new room covered with red and hanging colors, the dragon and phoenix red candles on the hall were swaying, and red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds were still placed on the table.

Jiang Feng was dressed in the groom's red suit, sitting on the mandarin duck quilt, and on the bed beside him, a pretty figure with a hijab on his head was wearing a wedding dress, sitting upright and waiting.

She put her hands on her knees, shook them slightly, grabbed her clothes, and waited, while Ruyi Langjun next to her lifted her big red hijab.

Jiang Feng looked at this scene stupidly, how could he forget it? This is an illusory dream, the day of his wedding to Xia Ye, the scene of the cave room, five hundred years, this night has always been remembered in his heart, whether it is false or real, he will never forget it.

"No! You're not her!"

Jiang Feng screamed and shook his head to leave, but Xia Yeyan noticed that something was wrong, hurriedly lifted his hijab and grabbed his wrist.

"Kaede-chan!"

With a light call, how many years of haunting dreams, Jiang Feng looked back, that beautiful face, Chu Chu is not like the color of the world, and the vulgar temperament has long been lost from the childishness of the year, and the fair skin has a faint moving luster.

The beauty of the precipitation of the years, such as fine wine, glycol, soaked into the heart and spleen, intoxicated without knowing it. At a glance of ten thousand years, Jiang Feng's eyes appeared in a trance for an instant, and he sank again.

He looked at the eyes that concealed concern and a faint melancholy, and the pity in his heart was even stronger, and suddenly he hugged the beautiful woman in front of him in his arms, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that he would hurt her because of his recklessness.