It wasn't until night fell that the clouds and wind woke up.

As soon as he awoke, he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, as if his stomach and intestines had been twisted. Uncle Zhang held Yun Feng's hand, and soon after Yun Feng woke up, he was also awakened.

"Little one, what is going on, and how do you feel now?" asked Uncle Zhang eagerly.

During this period, Uncle Zhao invited the pharmacist, and the pharmacist said that he was going crazy in cultivation, and he couldn't make a pill that could work quickly, so he could only cook some Qingling grass, and then it would be up to Yunfeng to create it himself.

For such a serious internal injury, ordinary people need to use Linggen Grass to dispense medicine, but Fengcheng can hardly buy Linggen Grass, so he can only replace it with Qingling Grass. Fortunately, Yun Feng's body was sealed with endless medicinal power, so he was not crippled.

Yunfeng looked at Uncle Zhang blankly, and said in a daze: "Uncle Zhang, I, my spiritual sense is gone... Nope. Nimbus... Reiki doesn't listen to me anymore, woo..."

Tears couldn't stop falling, this feeling was already the second experience, this time even the aura completely betrayed him.

This is the foundation of the cultivation of the cultivators in the whole world, and he has completely abandoned him, not only that, but the aura is even hostile to him, and cultivation is tantamount to suicide!

"What? don't worry, there must be a way, ask you tomorrow what Uncle Zhao has to do." "Uncle Zhang doesn't know how to cultivate, but even so, he can hear what a big deal this is, so he has to comfort him like this.

Under Uncle Zhang's comfort, Yunfeng stopped his tears and pretended to sleep. After Uncle Zhang fell asleep, Yunfeng sneaked out of the inn and ran towards the city wall.

How could he be able to sleep under such circumstances, Yun Feng was not reconciled, and his road ahead must not be cut off from this! Zhang Bo did not understand at all, and he could not wait for tomorrow, and he kept repeating in his heart that "there is a way, there must be a way" trying to pursue the so-called solution.

At night, there are still many lights in Fengcheng, and with the cultivation of divine consciousness, the monk's need for sleep will become less and less. The night is not as groomed in the morning and afternoon as it is during the day, so although there are few pedestrians in the streets, it is not bleak at all.

Most of the shops that are still open are casual or family-owned small shops, of course, they don't have the energy to shout or anything at this time, and the people who come to patronize are also habitual night owls.

On the slightly empty Fengcheng Avenue, the young man ran desperately, and the tears under his red eyes had not yet dried up.

For him, there are only two things he has to do, one is to find his family, and the other is to repay Uncle Zhang for saving his life.

But not being able to attract the aura of heaven and earth, and not being able to cultivate, is undoubtedly the biggest bad news for him. Either way, he had to give it a try, and there must be a way to solve this situation, even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

Even if the aura can't be driven, the power of the physical body is still there, and it is easy to climb over a city wall. He clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and he rolled over.

However, what Yunfeng didn't expect was that there were actually a lot of tents set up outside the city wall, and even at this time, there was still a lot of light.

And the sound of him landing attracted the attention of the patrols, and in a hurry, Yun Feng had to hurriedly flash behind a tent, and Yun Feng, whose spiritual sense had disappeared, could not immediately judge the other party's cultivation, so he could only hide as much as possible.

"It's strange, I heard something. ”

"Could it be a cat or a dog?"

"It's really scary, if there is another demon tide, we will be finished. ”

"Alas, if you don't get scared to death, you will be eaten by demon beasts sooner or later, aren't we just waiting for death here?"

"Then what else can we do, we don't have a chance to go to other cities, not to mention that we don't know where other cities are. ”

"It's all that white-haired hateful fellow, otherwise how could the deserted village become like this!"

"Hmph! What I'm saying is that this kind of guy who has lost his conscience wishes him a violent death as soon as possible, and he will not be able to overlive!"

The two of them complained spontaneously, Yunfeng listened to all of them, although he was angry, he still chose to leave.

Since it was certain that this was a settlement of refugees from a deserted village, no one should be able to spot him, so that he could easily cross over.

As for why they are here, they must feel that there is no point in staying in the deserted village, so they can only flee to Fengcheng. And the two city lords did not agree to take this group of mortals into the city, and this became the current situation.

The people in the deserted village laid the ground and set up tents at the gate of Fengcheng, although the demon tide suffered heavy casualties, but the population was still large, and Fengcheng was helpless.

The remnants of the deserted village did not know about the total destruction of the Fengcheng army, after all, none of the villagers who witnessed the battle survived, and if they knew, they would definitely not be able to stay here.

Yun Feng ran into the wild forest outside the city, he looked at his hands, and suddenly clenched his fists and blasted forward.

The huge force smashed on the tree, and the old tree was knocked down by the waist, and the red mark on Yun Feng's fist quickly dissipated, but he was extremely dissatisfied with this.

If it can trigger the aura, this punch should be able to penetrate the old tree, let alone shock himself.

Yun Feng's right fist was clenched, his hateful gaze looked at the sky, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I! no!

Since the aura cannot be absorbed into the body, it does not need to be in the body.

He struggled to gather his aura into a spear, and was about to control its shot, but the spear suddenly reversed direction and shot straight at him.

Yun Feng was caught off guard, and he couldn't dodge it, causing a blood mark to be drawn on his left arm, and the blood flowed down, and the white jade bracelet flashed a little light, but Yun Feng, who was staring at the sky, didn't notice this.

Yun Feng calmed his mood as much as possible, and kept repeating in his heart: "There must be a way! There must be a way! Think about it!"

As far as he knew, the aura could be divided into two categories, one was the endless aura that was free from heaven and earth, and the other was the aura that was refined in the monk's body. The aura of heaven and earth is hostile to me, but what about myself?

But how difficult it is to control the aura in the body freely, the aura of the dust micro realm is absorbed by the spirit wheel, which is an important material used to build the immortal treasure, how can it be easily released from the body, generally if you want to do this, you need at least half a step of cultivation to do it.

"Uhhh Yun Feng knelt on the ground tiredly, slammed the ground in anger, and muttered, "Abominable abomination!"

There must be a way, there must be! This is his only way forward, and he must find a way.

"Heavenly Hell Finger, Heavenly Hell Finger may be able to use it!" At this time, Yun Feng couldn't care about anything else, even if the Heavenly Hell Finger was one of the reasons why he was wronged, he had to rely on this trick at this time.

Yun Feng pointed forward, feeling the blood qi sealed in his body, and activated the technique of the Heavenly Demon Scroll, and the Blood Prison Demon Tiger appeared in an instant, and it was actually able to be successfully cast.

"Yes! Actually, I can! Doesn't it mean that I have hope of cultivating! As long as I use the Heavenly Demon Scroll, I can refine my blood qi into spiritual energy, and then I can cultivate! Anyway, everyone hates me, hahaha..." After a sickly laugh, Yun Feng slapped himself fiercely.

The boy fell to his knees and wept on the ground, and in the pale moonlight, the mournful tears reflected the same desperate glow.

"Uncle Zhang said, it's not my fault, and I don't want to lose my mind, I don't want to become a wicked person... But... But what am I going to do? You tell me! What am I going to do? What am I doing wrong? Why! Why am I going to be deprived of my only hope? Why? Miscellaneous... Why.. Woo......"

Naturally, no one responded to Yunfeng's cry in the deep forest, the breeze was slightly cool, and only the desperate boy shed tears of the same despair.

"That's right, after all, you and I are the same, loneliness is fate, but it is also the fate we have to rebel against. ”

When Yunfeng heard this voice, he slowly raised his head, and saw a terrible prison, and - imprisoned himself.

The black prison was extremely silent, but there was a chill to the bones without hearing the wind. There was no light in the sky, only a slight light emanating from the black and silver prison, through which some strange black shadows could occasionally be seen passing by, and the whole area was full of ominous and terrifying.

The only figure, the iron cables, the crossbars, and the spikes pierced through his body, and black blood flowed, but the boy who was almost like him did not have any pained look.

"You, don't you hurt. Yun Feng didn't show a look of surprise and asked numbly.

The black-haired young man smiled and said, "It's hurt, I've been used to it for a long time, anyway, even if I shout loudly, there won't be any response here." ”

Yun Feng's eyes were desperate, and he let out a light "um", he had just experienced such a feeling.

In the blink of an eye, with a few faint cries, the black prison gradually dimmed, as if it was about to turn into smoke and dust.

"Oh, it really only lasts for a short time, and when I leave, I'll give you a small gift. Although you have banished your own memories, mine can still be conveyed to you. The young man's right pupil suddenly turned into a dark vortex, and Yun Feng only felt that the sky was spinning, and his consciousness was blurred.

I seem to remember something......

It was a bloodstained night, a night of ignorance, and he was even more powerless then than he is now.

The young body didn't have any strength, let alone aura, and even his right eye was burning and painful, and he couldn't even open it.

His father's life hung by a thread, and it was about to end before he even remembered what his father and mother looked like? He didn't understand anything, and even the children of great monks could not be born to distinguish between good and evil.

But that feeling of being connected by blood, that tenderness that would do whatever it took for him, was what he longed for the most.

"Want to protect, that monster, stop! Stop, ahhhh

The young man's simple mind rewrote the meaning of the Dao, and the demonic energy instantly collapsed, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be dominated by him......

In the second scene, he was already a teenager, and in a certain mountain forest, while talking and laughing, blood rained in the sky. The corpses of the demon birds were sprinkled down, but the young man's expression did not have the slightest wave, why is it this time, against the sky?

When his gaze returned to clarity, Yun Feng looked at his hands and laughed at himself: "Heh, so what? Am I to blame? So what? Heavenly Dao, you don't allow me to cultivate, I don't obey!"

Maybe his talent is too demonic and terrifying, or maybe that power is too twisted and evil. Yun Feng probably guessed why the heavens didn't allow him to cultivate, but how could he just admit defeat?

"This is my original talent, this power that can even be twisted by heaven's will, I must take it back! As long as I have this power, heaven can't stop me!"

In the silence of the forest, the boy made a wish, a ridiculous target that could not be more childish, but it was the only hope he could grasp.

"These two memories ...... I should come from a more powerful place, but Xiao Hei is not from the family, but born from a strange place in my body, so the clue of my life experience is broken, and I can only explore it after becoming stronger. ”

"There is still hope for my future, as long as I find another way to absorb the aura, I will definitely be able to solve this problem!"

Yun Feng breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes flowed with unyielding determination, and walked towards Fengcheng.

Of course, things never go his way......

The next day, in Yun Lang Xuan, Yun Feng worked hard as a helper, but fortunately, the spirit furnace could still solve it with the aura in his body. Keep your hands close together, and although it is laborious, you can still export the inner spirit.

Although Uncle Zhao persuaded him to cultivate well, Yunfeng insisted on working, and Uncle Zhao couldn't listen to any persuasion.

"Kid, it's no problem, you see your arms are shaking, if you don't cultivate well, you will hurt the foundation. Uncle Zhao said worriedly.

Yun Feng suddenly smiled and responded, "No problem." ”

This sweaty head is actually the result of cultivation, Yun Feng is refining the aura of heaven and earth at an extremely slow speed, the speed is less than before, even then it will still hurt himself, but it is also the only way he can come up with.

The aura of the riot raged in his body, and the aura in the spirit wheel fought back independently without the control of Yun Feng, and Yun Feng was naturally extremely uncomfortable under the entanglement of each other.

And this kind of entry is slow, at this speed to the clutch realm, even if the immortal treasure is just a piece of mud, I am afraid it will take several years.

There are indeed such people, for example, in the core city of Yunkun, the cultivators of the Dust Realm are as lowly as mortals. Xianzang made a hoe field, and while increasing some strength, he might be more handy when planting a spiritual field.

Of course, Yunfeng could never be more than that, if there was no other way to improve his cultivation, he might not be able to enter the clutch realm for the rest of his life.

While Yunfeng was sweating profusely at work, something happened outside the city.

Three men and two women stood in the void, looking down on the settlement of the deserted village, and there was an extremely deep sword mark on the ground.

The cyan man pointed at the earth, and his tone was extremely cold: "I want you to die!"