This was a world full of white mist, but Lin Feng's brows couldn't help but furrow, he found that his vision and divine sense were greatly restricted.

There was a calm all around, only the white mist was constantly flowing, adding a touch of life to this boring world.

"Interesting." Lin Feng muttered to himself.

Finding a direction casually, Lin Feng walked into the white mist without hesitation, and Lin Feng's figure was slowly submerged by the white mist.

After Lin Feng left, a white figure appeared in Lin Feng's original position, his nose moved slightly, looking at the direction Lin Feng left, his eyes radiating a trace of fierce light.

With a "pop" sound, the white figure disappeared directly into the white mist, but in the eyes of others, there was no change.

After walking into the fog, Lin Feng realized that his choice seemed to be wrong. In the fog, it was really difficult to discern the direction, but at this time, Lin Feng found that he seemed to be lost.

Faced with this situation, Lin Feng's eyes couldn't help but show a look of confusion, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Whew" A small storm appeared in Lin Feng's hand, and with a casual throw, divine power had already poured into this small storm. The storm spun wildly under the urging of Lin Feng's divine power, but Lin Feng found that the white mist was not affected in the slightest.

"What is this?" A trace of confusion appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, a hand was as deep as lightning, and a trace of white mist appeared in Lin Feng's hand.

Feeling the white mist in his hand, Lin Feng's eyes showed a look of surprise, he felt that this white mist was not simple.

Holding the white mist in his hand, Lin Feng only had one feeling, and that was heavy. But why is it still able to float in such a heavy fog?

Lin Feng shook his head and shook off the cluttered thoughts in his mind, now the most important thing for himself is to leave this layer and enter the next layer.

Besides, Lin Feng could feel that even if he understood the mystery of the white mist, it would not help him much.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking, a white dagger suddenly appeared behind Lin Feng and stabbed at the back of Lin Feng's heart.

"Whew" Suddenly, all the white mist rioted, and it struck towards Lin Feng fiercely, and Lin Feng was directly suppressed, and his speed was greatly reduced. Although Lin Feng was already aware of the attack behind him, the current Lin Feng obviously had no way to stop it.

The body in his body was surging wildly, but Lin Feng's face was still very calm, and there was not the slightest worry in his eyes, so wasn't Lin Feng worried?

The dagger fell on Lin Feng's body fiercely, but it made a clanging sound, as if a stone had met metal, and a gap appeared on the dagger. However, when he looked at it, Lin Feng's body did not have the slightest wound, and the dagger was indeed trembling.

Obviously, this attack not only did not pose any threat to Lin Feng, but the anti-shock force from Lin Feng's body made the attacker tremble.

The dagger quickly disappeared, trying to get out of here, it seems that this sneak attacker also knows the essence of the assassin, and misses one blow and retreats thousands of miles away.

It's a pity that although his speed is very fast, Lin Feng's speed is even faster, and one of Lin Feng's hands stretched out violently and grabbed the dagger that was about to disappear.

The strength in his hand increased sharply, and a white figure was directly pulled out by Lin Feng and fell to the ground fiercely.

He shook his head a little uncomfortably, feeling the weight on his body, but Lin Feng's face showed a look of helplessness.

Not knowing how this white figure did it, Lin Feng could feel that the white mist was pressing on him at the same time, it was also repelling himself.

Moreover, as time went by, the pressure on Lin Feng's body also increased.

However, in the face of this kind of pressure, Lin Feng was able to withstand it now, after all, Lin Feng's physical body had reached the level of the main artifact. In a sense, Lin Feng's physical body had reached the pinnacle of this world.

"Tell me, what's going on!" Lin Feng looked at the white figure in front of him, but there was a doubt in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

However, the white figure didn't react at all as if he hadn't heard Lin Feng's words at all.

Divine power poured out, and a sword appeared in Lin Feng's hand, and the sword stabbed down fiercely, directly piercing the arm of the white figure.

The white figure still didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but there was a white mist on his arm that kept pouring out, directly blending into this white mist world.

At the same time, Lin Feng felt that the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger, and the repulsive force teeth of this white mist world had increased a lot, which made Lin Feng's face change a lot.

The long sword in his hand was pulled out from the white figure, Lin Feng's face had become solemn, looking at the white figure's face that still had no expression, but the sword in Lin Feng's hand stabbed down violently.

The white mist spread violently, leaving nothing in place. And the pressure on Lin Feng's body also became even greater, but Lin Feng's face showed a smile, and a fine light couldn't help flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, ten white figures suddenly appeared beside Lin Feng, holding a white long sword in their hands, and then rushed towards Lin Feng like a person.

"Sure enough" Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's eyes did not have the slightest worry, but instead exuded excitement in his eyes, and he waved the long sword in his hand to meet it.

The long sword emitted a dazzling light, and with a gentle sweep, the ten figures were directly defeated by Lin Feng, turning into white mist and disappearing in front of Lin Feng's eyes.

However, Lin Feng, who saw this scene, was not the slightest bit happy.

It's just that I don't know when, hundreds of figures appeared next to Lin Feng.

With a chuckle, the long sword swung quickly, and Lin Feng at this time seemed to be the incarnation of a deadly Shura. In the white mist, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, but Lin Feng's face was still calm, without the slightest change.

At this time, on the eighteenth floor of the cemetery of the gods, Beirut and Qinghuo were observing Lin Feng, seeing that Lin Feng had killed these hundreds of white figures so easily, but there was a trace of inexplicable look in their eyes.

However, they knew that Lin Feng had chosen the most difficult path.

The white mist rolled wildly, like hot water boiled by power, making a "grunt" and "grunt" sound.

In the center of the white mist, a figure slowly emerged, exuding an ethereal momentum. (To be continued.) )