After another half of the time of the pillar incense, Yang Peng and the white fox sneaked down for more than twenty feet, but they still couldn't reach the end.

Yang Peng's heart has begun to panic, not only because of the fear of unknowable things, this is due to human instinct, no one can completely eliminate it, but to suppress it.

And as the depth of the dive deepened, the tearing sensation on the body became more and more aggravated, and the most important thing was that Yang Peng could only not breathe for the time of the five pillars of incense at most, and now the situation was already terrible, and there was not much time left for him.

One zhang, two zhang。。。。。 Five zhang, ten zhang。。。。。。

Yang Peng didn't know how many feet he had dived, but as he continued to dive, the more the blood-colored liquid pressed Yang Peng's body, and the tearing sensation on his skin made Yang Peng feel painful.

But Yang Peng was still struggling to support, and he felt that as the depth of the dive deepened, there was a strange energy that was silently attracting Yang Peng, and this force made Yang Peng difficult to resist, which was a call from the depths of his heart.

"I must persevere!" This voice echoed in Yang Peng's mind countless times.

Time passed quietly, and the skin was constantly torn apart by the blood-colored liquid, but the energy in the liquid also seeped into Yang Peng's body meridians at this moment, refining the meridians again and again, which was extremely beneficial to the circulation of Dao Qi.

The nerves have been numbed by the pain, and the head is groggy and almost immediately unconscious.

As long as Yang Peng loses consciousness and passes out of a coma, there is only a dead end waiting for him.

Seeing that Yang Peng was in this situation, the white fox didn't make any moves, just watched quietly from the side, just watching Yang Peng's cultivation on the cliff, watching his growth.

Yang Pengzhong has childhood memories, which makes him miss and make him happy。。。。。。。

In the silence of the night, all the villagers went to bed early in the morning, but his mother did not fall asleep, just in front of his little bed, singing softly, singing the tactful ballad, just to let Xiao Yang Peng, who was awakened by a nightmare, sing like heaven, and the singing voice in the United States cannot be replaced。。。。。。。

It was just dusk and he came back early, and the children of the village would not come back until it was dark.

He wasn't without his "little buddy", and besides, what kind of playmate was that—the grass and flowers next to the field path。。。。。。

This little red flower is a little red! If this little grass is green, then it is a little green!

He looked at the grass and said to the little green next to him, "You have to protect him well, you must do it!" and then waved his little fist.

He gave each one a name, one of his few pleasures during the day, and one of his other pleasures was playing with his "little friend" at the end of the trail while waiting for his father to finish his day's farm work.

Whenever his father saw Yang Peng, his heart would constantly condemn himself: "It's all my fault! It's all my fault!! I really shouldn't!!"

He quietly walked behind him and patted his little shoulder: "What about chatting with them here again?"

Xiao Yang Peng turned his head to look at his father, made a "shhh" gesture in front of his small mouth, waved his little hand, and said to his father innocently: "Look, it's still sleeping!"

Little finger pointed to a small grass, and it grew there alone, surrounded by dense grass。。。。。。。

His father, looking at a small piece of grass, could see the god and the sadness。。。。。。

Xiao Yang Peng said again: "Yes, yes!!, it's sleeping!!"

His father was awakened by the sound and nodded, "Yes, yes!!, they are all sleeping。。。。。。

His father looked at Yang Peng quietly, looked at the scars on his little face and sighed: "It's Dad's fault! It's Dad's fault!!" He stroked the scars with his rough and warm big hands, and his eyes flashed with tears.

When Xiao Yang Peng heard this, he shouted loudly: "No! No!!No!! Dad, you are not wrong, it is those bad people who are wrong, those people are all big bad guys!!!

The voice was quieter than the last, and in the end, all that was left was his whimper。。。。。。。。

When his father heard this, he hugged him tightly in his arms with both hands, and the tears in his eyes fell one by one, and buried his face in his shoulder: "My good son, forever son!"

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, it's just that they haven't reached the sad place.

All kinds of childhood reflections in Yang Peng's mind are like rainbows, colorful and fascinating.

Yang Peng looked at these quietly, the burden on his shoulders slowly lightened, and his whole body relaxed, as if he closed his eyes and rested。。。。。。。

The eyes closed slowly, and the childhood memories were still being reflected one by one, but when Yang Peng closed his eyes.

He saw it, and it was in front of him - the old man, he was dressed in a white robe, and a big "life" word was engraved and embroidered, and the handwriting was dragon and phoenix dancing, vigorous and powerful.

He just looked at Yang Peng's current appearance silently, with a kind expression, without the slightest intention to blame.

Yang Peng saw that Ming Lao had a lot to say, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't even say a word, but Ming Lao didn't say anything when he saw Yang Peng's appearance, and still looked at him so quietly.

Yang Peng was puzzled, looked at himself, and saw through the white light that he was in the blood-colored liquid, the liquid was constantly tearing his skin, but new skin and flesh were growing, and when he looked up, he saw that his eyes were closed, and his expression was wooden, and the white fox was on his head, its expression was panicked, constantly pulling Yang Peng's hair, and there was a trace of white light flickering.

Yang Peng was stunned for a moment, looked at the old man, and immediately patted his head and shouted: "It's not good, old life, let me go out quickly." The elder pointed to the location of Yang Peng's heart.

Yang Peng suddenly realized that all this was just his own imagination.

Thinking of this, Yang Peng's eyes were tightly closed, and he tried to recall in his heart. But just when it was done, Yang Peng opened his eyes and looked at the old man quietly, his eyes full of reluctance.

But as the white light gradually weakened, Yang Peng's consciousness gradually returned to his original body.

And in the end, all that was left was the lonely old man and that kind smile。。。。。。