In the middle of Linghu Lake, Qingyunju.

After Yun Feng left the Foreign Affairs Hall, he returned to his residence in the middle of the lake to try to run the exercises.

I don't know if it's the same as before, and if it causes discomfort, but I'll have to give it a try anyway!

"The chaos of the ruins, the darkness and ignorance, the Hongmeng floating universe, and the clarity of everything. ”

The sixteen-character mantra came out, and Yun Feng only felt dizzy and sleepy.

The power of the inner spirit flowed irregularly in his dense spiritual veins, making Yun Feng feel itchy and restless.

"Vientiane is out of nothingness, not born in Zhaozhao, not descended in the underworld, there is no heaven and earth, and it has been fixed since ancient times......"

As Vientiane Yan Xuan moved, Yun Feng felt more and more sleepy, and even his eyes turned black, and a dark shadow-like illusion gradually appeared in front of him.

Yun Feng clenched his teeth and simply closed his eyes, constantly warning himself in his heart to persevere.

"The form without form, the image without the image, the way without the Tao, the source without the source, the existence without the existence ......"

Twenty words are only the beginning sentence of the third chapter of Vientiane Yanxu, but it makes Yunfeng's divine consciousness roar, and the sea of consciousness buzzes.

The Cloud Wind Spirit Vein was perfect, and the Immortal Treasure was vast and magnificent, but even so, he still felt the sharp pain of the expansion in his body. The aura was frantically agitated, and the pain all over his body was comparable to that of absorbing the outer spirit.

Gradually, the world of Yunfeng lost its senses, and even the breath could not be detected.

No sight, no smell, no smell, no taste, no touch......

It's like being isolated by the world, silent and helpless.

The inner spirit is like a river and a sea, and it is becoming more and more turbulent and violent under the operation of Vientiane.

Swelling, sharp pain, tearing, all kinds of pain swarming, endlessly, and tiredness has long been covered by pain.

His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were bursting up, and the corners of Yun Feng's mouth were red, but it had reached this point, how could he be willing to give up!

Never give up until—suffocation.

In the last paragraph, Yun Feng didn't know if he had succeeded in reciting it, because he couldn't see the voice, and he couldn't even hear his own thoughts.

There was no breathing, there was no longer a trace of aura in the body, the blood stopped flowing, and even the heart stopped beating.

I can't feel anything, the world is dead.

He may want to ask himself, "Are you dead?"

You may want to shout, "It's not over yet!"

Perhaps, I am nostalgic for the lost emotion, I am looking back on my short life, and I am fantasizing about the indefinite future.

But more, presumably, is the unyielding, stubborn, crazy instinct - "bastard... Chaotic... Wasteland... Deep pool... Dark... Dark... Not... Bright... Hong... Cover... Float... House... Ten thousand... Elephant... Illustrious... Clear ......"

It's as dark as night, and chaos is like ink.

The world is like an abyss, as if there has never been light since time immemorial.

The darkness is endless, the darkness is boundless, and I don't know when it will ...... A teenager walked out of the chaos.

The boy's lips twitched, his expression tired, his limbs weak, and he just stepped into nothingness like a walking corpse, walking towards the darkness.

There is no beginning, there is no end, and you are alone in the chaos......

"Chaotic ruins, obscurity, Hongmeng and floating universe, Vientiane is clear......"

A voice without the slightest emotion sounded in this chaos, perhaps because it was too dead and silent here, and this murmuring sound actually spread throughout the chaos.

The boy muttered and kept going, not knowing where, not knowing the years, until a cloud of chaos exploded......

It was a loud sound that shook the world from the depths of the young man's mind, and even his five senses that had been silent gradually recovered.

"It hurts...... It hurts...... It hurts...... "Yun Feng, whose five senses have recovered, felt a piercing pain for the first time.

However, in the next moment, he was stunned.

In the endless chaos, in the boundless darkness, a ball of light burst open!

Like a pebble falling into the water in a bowl, the whole chaos is stirring!

Yun Feng tried to open his bloated eyes wide, staring at this magnificent scene through his bloodshot eyes.

The majestic wave of chaos hit, the whole space shook violently, the wind of chaos swept by, and Yun Feng had to close his eyes in fear.

However, the moment I opened my eyes again - it was the incomparably magnificent and vast Daewoo dotted with thousands of stars and brilliant brilliance!

"Well... It's beautiful..."

Nothing could be more stunning than this scene, the so-called Chaos Ruins...... The so-called obscurity...... The so-called Hongmeng Fuyu! The so-called Vientiane is clear!

All the pain has been forgotten, and anyone who is in front of this scene will forget themselves.

The vast universe is embellished like jewels, and the silver-white river that crosses the field of vision is like a casual stroke of a pen by someone who doesn't know it, and the brilliance of each star covers up the whole reckless chaos.

Chaos is like a canvas, and everything is the brush.

The pen walks the dragon, the writing is the starry bucket, the wonderful pen is full of flowers, and the painting is colorful!

Yun Feng was stunned, and gradually became intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself.

Time flowed, and it seemed to stand still, until Yunfeng's immortal treasure underwent earth-shaking changes.

The black mist and white mist rose and turned into a vast sky.

The gray matter settles and condenses into the earth.

The mountains, rivers, flowers and trees were reflected one by one, and the original indescribable mist immortal treasure turned into a whole world.

However, before Yunfeng could look closely, the entire Daewoo gradually blurred.

Chaos struck, and Yun Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and it was already late at night.

"I'm not injured, is it an illusion?" Yun Feng looked at his body and wondered.

Only then did he suddenly notice that someone was sleeping on his stomach beside the bed.

"Sister Yan, Sister Yan!" Yun Feng shouted.

Mu Yan rubbed her sleepy eyes and said "um" tiredly.

"Sister Yan, why did you sleep in my room?" Yun Feng wondered.

"Whew~ You're finally awake!" Mu Yan said with a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, what does that mean?"

"You've been in the school for three days, and you skipped class on the second day of school, and Master Mo came over to take a look, saying that you had an epiphany in your cultivation and entered the so-called 'Forget the Dust' realm, so you shouldn't be disturbed, so I didn't call you to wake up. Mu Yan explained.

Yun Feng was stunned, just such a trance, he actually settled for three days?

"Sister Yan, I'm sorry for the trouble for you, you can't rest well if you are guarding here. Yunfeng said apologetically.

Mu Yan waved her hand and responded in a chic manner: "Don't worry about it, it's all your own family, what's the trouble." Originally, it was supposed to be a wild sand yesterday, but this guy slept in the morning in the literary class, and it happened that he had passed the afternoon martial arts class in advance, so he was punished by Master Mo and faced the wall of the stele forest, so I could only come in his place. ”

Mu Yan was sleepy because of this, her cultivation during the day couldn't consume much divine sense, but she hadn't slept for two consecutive nights, so she would lie on the side of Yunfeng's bed and fall asleep tonight.

Wild Sand didn't deliberately want to avoid the vigil, but he didn't know each other very well, and he angered Mo Shi for three days in a row, and there were only three things, and no one could save him.

And Qing'er's foundation is too poor, and she has to practice hard, so she can only keep watch by Mu Yan every night.

Yun Feng apologized again and again, but Mu Yan really didn't care.

"It's okay to say it, there's still some time before dawn, you have a good rest, and I'll go back to sleep." Mu Yan didn't ask Yun Feng what he had realized, and turned around and left after speaking.

After Mu Yan left, Yun Feng began to savor his previous understanding.

Yun Feng subconsciously looked inward at Xianzang, and although the result did not surprise him, it was still shocking enough.

It was an incomparably vast flat continent, and if it was compared with the present world, it was at least worth half of Yuezhou.

The continent is separated from the middle, half by day and half by night, which is supposed to be the evolution of black fog and white fog.

"Sure enough, since it wasn't a dream, the fruits of the practice must have been brought out. Yun Feng was in a happy mood, because the changes in the Immortal Treasure brought him not only a more majestic and changeable inner spiritual power, but also a perfect fit for him to use his physique to cultivate different exercises and accommodate all kinds of Immortal Treasure.

This was the luckiest time in his life, and this Forgotten Dust Realm alone was enough to be worth all his achievements from the time he shaped the Immortal Treasure to the present.

It's just the price, it's almost the cost of life.

"It was terrible, not only did I feel that my body was no longer mine, but even my consciousness was completely dead, and I almost couldn't wake up. Yun Feng clutched his chest in fear, this was the closest he had ever come to death, and the silent fear was far more terrifying than all the dangers he encountered.

"Uh-huh!"

However, as soon as he remembered the scene opened up by Hongmeng, Yunfeng Divine Sense felt a tingling.

"What's going on. "Yunfeng stopped to visualize, looked inwardly at the sea, but what he saw was a vast ocean that had lost its luster!

His divine sense attainment was not low, after all, whether it was the operation of the inner spirit, or the perception method of the Heavenly Hidden Scroll, or the virtual refining technique when refining the weapon, these were all extremely god-consuming actions.

Yun Feng didn't know how to cultivate his divine sense, so he had to use up his divine consciousness every time like exercising his physical body, so that he could have a sea of consciousness beyond ordinary people.

And now, this already vast sea of consciousness has expanded dozens of times, but there is not much divine consciousness left in it, so it looks a little bleak.

"Could it be that ......" Yun Feng originally thought that it should be the reason for witnessing that superb scene, but as soon as Fang had the thought of that scene, he felt a headache.

Yun Feng covered his head, and kept muttering: "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to ......" Only then did he dispel the idea of continuing to meditate.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he had to lie down on the bed, there was not much time before dawn, and if he didn't sleep to regain his senses, it would not be good to deal with tomorrow morning.

At this point, Yunfeng was almost certain that contemplating Hongmeng Enlightenment was definitely a fairly efficient means of cultivating divine consciousness, which was another incomparably huge gain.

It's just that if he is allowed to completely cultivate the Vientiane Void again, Yun Feng will definitely not have the courage to do so.

In the past three days, he only ran the Vientiane Void once, and just kept repeating the first sixteen characters when he was confused, and he got such a harvest.

This proves that there are still infinite mysteries hidden in Vientiane, but if he is not absolutely sure next time, he will never try again.

Yun Feng, who had already fallen asleep, didn't understand that this cultivation was far luckier than he imagined.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a Dao Source Demon Body and could suppress the invasion of pure Dao power, he would have already been dead the moment he saw the chaos explode. The winds of chaos weren't meant to scare people, they were the embodiment of the rupture of the path of chaos, but they didn't interfere with him.

If it weren't for the stubbornness and unyielding inheritance in his bones, if he hadn't kept reciting the beginning of Vientiane Yanxu, he would never have woken up from this chaos.

Jiuxiao in the silent ruins didn't know about it, the blonde stupid dragon's blood crystal had not yet condensed, so it was impossible for him to take a great risk to let his will stay and observe the clouds and wind for a long time.

He hurriedly glanced at the other Origin Realms, but he didn't expect that this big disciple was almost killed by his own exercises.

Stubbornness is both a blessing and a curse.

Everything is a coincidence, and it is also fate.

There is no catastrophe, let alone a catastrophe, you have not yet entered the catastrophe, how can you die here?