Chapter 333: Those who offend me in the sky will be punished even if they are far away!

Scene after scene of tragic pictures wandered in his mind with his eyes closed, and the endless tragic pictures were like a powerful magnet, firmly fixing Han Feng, who thought that he was not half interested in this, in his heart, and made him try his best, and he couldn't break through the predicament even if he wanted to break his head.

"This is..."Suddenly, there was a moisturizing sensation in Han Feng's somewhat dry eyes, which made him a little curious, and he reached out and touched it subconsciously, and the feeling that soothed his eyes was actually tears that still had residual warmth.

"They are all people who have nothing to do with me, why should I shed tears for them?" Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of pupils were occupied by thin bloodshots, which looked terrifying. And the whole body is interpreting the incredible from top to bottom, muttering incomprehensibly, and the object of inquiry is obviously the owner of the voice.

"Are they really irrelevant to you? Can you really bear to let them die in front of you and be indifferent? Why can the martyrs throw their heads and spill their blood desperately and desperately protect the people behind them who have nothing to do with them?"

The owner of this voice is like another Han Feng, even better than Han Feng himself, every word is deeply rooted in Han Feng's heart, but Han Feng's kindness has long been buried deep in his heart when his parents died in a car accident, and now, if there is no reminder from that voice, I am afraid that even he himself has forgotten that he was also kind.

The three sentences did not have an impassioned tone, nor an aggressive momentum, nor did they have breathless pressure, but it was these three seemingly insignificant words that successfully made Han Feng have no words to refute.

"I...", a simple word 'I', has no follow-up, the ethereal and silent space, silence quietly comes up, and it becomes the only hustle and bustle.

"Everyone's life seems to be predetermined in advance. Isn't the original purpose of our cultivation precisely to get out of the grip of heaven and earth? It's like a young child crying and trying to leave the support of adults, isn't it?

But why do the children who have grown up want to return to the support of their parents again? That's it, it's too early to tell you these things now, and you will meet them again when you have a chance in the future. The owner of that voice suddenly stopped what he was saying, as if he had broken some rules, Han Feng only heard the man sneer, and then started a new topic.

Han Feng was half-understood when he heard this, his head was dazed, and his mood was almost broken, but fortunately, the person stopped in time, so that Han Feng's broken state of mind slowly recovered.

"There is no regret choice in life, and there is no regret medicine for you, when you make a choice, it means that your heart is ready to meet all the preparations that will happen after you don't know what will happen (good or bad). What should be said, what should be shown to you, I have already let you listen and watch, and what your choice will be in the end, to be honest, I don't know, but, child, one last word of advice, obey the voice of your heart, and never make a decision that you will regret later. ”

"Obey the voice in my heart, regret the decision I made now?" Han Feng was a little stupid, "If I go against my heart's thoughts, will I really regret it in the future?"

In the snowy space, there seemed to be no flow of time, and Han Feng felt that it might be a breath, or a thousand years...

"It's moving, it's moving. "In an hour, in the eyes of Elder Yang, Han Feng went from the initial braiding like flying, to the stagnation in the back, to the suppression, and finally to the absolute failure, until now Han Feng's body began to move (like blowing the horn of resistance). However, such a short period of time has made Elder Yang and others very miserable, from full of hope, to dashed hope, self-deprecation, and now Han Feng's imminent counterattack, it is like shuttling in the long river of time, and it has been as long as thousands of years.

"I, absolutely, will not do it, let myself, regret it, things!" The eyes that were temporarily blind due to spying on the mysteries of the Ascending Steps, the blood stains still hung on their faces, and they still looked scary. But at this moment, the upper and lower eyelids gradually separated, the snow-capped world was gone, and the steps to the sky were restored in front of his eyes again, but the experience in that space made Han Feng remember and benefit a lot for the rest of his life.

One word and one action, when the aftermath of the word 'matter' fell, Han Feng had already stood up tremblingly, although his body was trembling, but Elder Yang, who had been nervously looking forward to Han Feng's back, saw a momentum that made people's blood boil.

Han Feng's face was pale, and he couldn't see any expression for a while, he was ruthlessly hidden under his pale face, and only a hoarse and low voice came from his mouth, "At our feet, are the bones of the martyrs, don't let them down!"

At the same time, along with Han Feng's blood-boiling words, the Heavenly Ascending Stairs suddenly flashed, and the already faint golden bright color that was about to disappear actually deepened by a point, and Elder Yang saw the golden light on the Heavenly Ascending Stairs shining a little bit every time Han Feng stepped over the hundredth floor.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the dry graves of thousands of bones, and the stone steps in front of him suddenly changed. The smell of blood pervades the sky, and even the vast sky is dyed bright red. The sound of rushing and killing, the sound of rescue, the sound of self-explosion, and other desperate sounds turned into an impassioned symphony at this moment, surround Han Feng's ears.

The body shook, and a crisp sound came from the body, like the sound of a glass bottle cap shattering, followed by the trembling body that was a little trembling on the contrary, but stood more steadily, the blood on the face also recovered a little, and a very domineering look flashed and flashed in the eyes.

With his right foot raised, he resolutely stepped down, ignoring whether there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him, or a grave of ten thousand bones.

Seven hundred and one layer

"Hold your ground until the last man!" The martyrs of the first, second, and third fronts fell one after another, but none of them fled from the battle, and their resolute eyes made people awe-inspiring. There were not many people left, including Han Feng.

Eight hundred and one layer

Han Feng stood on one foot, his eyes were unwavering, but his whole body seemed to be full of holes, blood was constantly flowing, and his mouth was still resolute, "Remember what we are fighting for!" Their number of people has decreased drastically again, including Han Feng, at this time, they can be counted with the naked eye.

It was just an ordinary sentence, but what came out of Han Feng's mouth at this moment inexplicably made people's hearts boil, and Elder Yang, who had been watching with anticipation at the bottom, heard every word from Han Feng's mouth when he heard every word from Han Feng's mouth, his heart was like pouring a spoonful of water into the boiling oil and water, and the blood that had not been seen for a long time was ignited again.

It was the feeling of youth, it was the feeling of blood boiling, it was the last guardian barrier formed by the martyrs with their bodies.

Looking into the distance, his back was straight, and even him, there were only the last ten people left, and the enemy on the opposite side still couldn't see the end. Yi Ran was not afraid, his eyes burst out with a powerful momentum like a rush into the sky, and he shouted loudly, "For the bones of the ancestors and the temple of the gods, regardless of everything, we will rest until we die!"

The last ninety-nine stone steps, there was no one behind him, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of corpses of martyrs who were desperate for their lives. Han Feng didn't have to walk anymore, but ran, his right hand raised horizontally, as if he was holding a killing spear that had drunk the blood of hundreds of millions of enemies. As fast as the wind, moving left and right, it was like hiding from one oncoming move after another.

The ninth hundred and ninety-ninth floor was also the stone staircase that Han Feng took the longest time to climb.

And all of this, it seems to have succeeded, but it also seems to have failed, shattered one by one like a mirror image, whether it is the enemies who are still grinning their teeth, or the martyrs who have achieved eternal success, they are all gradually fading away in Han Feng's eyes.

A black robe was covered with scabs made of blood, solidified on the clothes, and when he reached the nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor, his momentum was as high as Han Feng, who even Elder Yang didn't dare to look at directly, the tiger's body was shocked, and the blood scabs all faded, Han Feng faced the back of the sunset, although he was a little rickety, a little lonely, but the momentum of a husband and a man who couldn't open it was awe-inspiring.

"Those who offend me in the sky, even if they are far away, they will be punished!" Han Feng's voice was like a bell, and his voice was so loud that his firmness and determination could be heard in nine heavens and ten places.