Yang Tingfeng felt that his consciousness was already a little blurred, and it even seemed that his soul had the intention of leaving the body, is this the process of human death?

No, it can't go on like this, if it is like this, it may really die, even if it is not dead, his consciousness will fall into a permanent coma, that is to say, Yang Tingfeng subconsciously thinks that he is dead, but he is not dead.

Method, way to break the formation, Yang Tingfeng's mind changed rapidly, but there was no way, the more anxious he was, the more helpless he was.

An unyielding breed in Yang Tingfeng's heart, "There is a saying that my life is up to me, not to the sky" Yang Tingfeng's murmur sounded in the darkness, not that he didn't want to shout loudly, but the serious degradation of his physical functions caused the exit to be just a murmur.

Yang Tingfeng struggled to get up and sat on the ground, his already cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see anything.

Time was still passing, Yang Tingfeng felt that his consciousness was still blurring, and Tianlinggai was like another invisible big hand, dragging his soul out of his body.

Yang Tingfeng stubbornly held on to the last trace of thought in his heart, and kept muttering the sentence "My life is up to me".

In the dark, the invisible big hand had already begun to exert its strength, and Yang Tingfeng was desperately protecting the last clarity in his heart, and he was stalemate with the invisible big hand.

In the process of Yang Tingfeng's resistance, the big hands seemed to have lost their strength and had been in a state of stalemate, but when Yang Tingfeng had no idea of resisting before, those big hands seemed to have the strength to pierce the sky.

Yang Tingfeng knew that he was right, if he didn't resist, he might have fallen into a coma at this time, or even died, as for what resistance he had before, it was better to enjoy being left behind by Yang Tingfeng.

Why did he have this idea before, Yang Tingfeng felt that he was dominated by this infinite darkness.

He made Yang Tingfeng forget about Cang Liugun, and also made Yang Tingfeng lose the heart to resist, as if Yang Tingfeng himself felt as if he had tried his best but was helpless.

In fact, Yang Tingfeng did not have any resistance except for walking in the dark all the time, and even his own aging made Yang Tingfeng subconsciously feel as if he had really gone through many years, and aging was inevitable.

The two sides were at a stalemate with each other, and I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ting's big hand in the limelight shattered...

And Yang Tingfeng has a little bit of consciousness left at this time, which is not even consciousness, it should be called instinct more appropriately.

With the shattering of the big hand, one by one the vitality began to return to Yang Tingfeng's body, and the shriveled state of the body began to slowly improve, I don't know how much time passed, Yang Tingfeng's physical function was completely restored as before.

The soul gradually returned to itself, and its consciousness slowly cleared up. Yang Tingfeng opened his eyes that were a little dazed, he didn't know how he broke them, but it was good if he succeeded.

A strong light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and Yang Tingfeng, who was stabbed, couldn't open his eyes, and he covered his eyes with both hands to avoid being stabbed by his eyes.

It wasn't until he slowly adapted to it that Yang Tingfeng slowly opened a gap and slowly expanded.

At the moment when Yang Tingfeng opened his eyes, a cloud of white floated in front of him, and Yang Tingfeng couldn't help but raise his hand to grab it, but he grabbed it empty.

Yang Tingfeng was shocked to find that his hand was missing??

I feel like my hand is in front of my eyes, but I seem to see everything, what's going on? Could it be that my eyes have been in the dark for a long time?

"Smack"

Yang Tingfeng stretched out his palms and slapped them together, he could clearly hear and touch, why couldn't he see it? Yang Tingfeng really suspected that something was wrong with his eyes, and couldn't help but rub his eyes fiercely, but he still couldn't see it.

Yang Tingfeng looked under him again, and found that he was suspended in mid-air, as if he was invisibly stepping on an invisible floor.

But Yang Tingfeng can't care about these things now, he won't be blind..." After thinking for a while, Yang Tingfeng suddenly realized that he seemed to be a fool, he could see the trees, the clouds, and the lake under him, how could he be blind.

It should be affected by something, so I am transparent now, I can touch it, but I can't see it.

Yang Tingfeng was not entangled in what he could not see, his eyes looked downward, like a primeval forest, there was a small lake under Yang Tingfeng's location, surrounded by trees and weeds, and occasionally two small animals could be seen.

Next to the lake, there is a man in white standing with his hands in his hands, snow-white clothes, fairy posture and meticulously groomed long hair with the wind, everywhere there is a smell of immortals.

On the opposite side of the man in white, on the other side of the lake, a middle-aged man in black stood with his hands in his hands, opposite the man in white.

It's just that the temperament of the man in black is very different from that of the man in white, the man in black has a domineering aura all over his body, and everything is an ant in his eyes, as if he doesn't even care about the world.

Yang Tingfeng shouted, and found that the two people below continued their confrontation as if they hadn't heard it, Yang Tingfeng understood, this should be the so-called second level, but what the specific content Yang Tingfeng didn't know yet.

The first level should be regarded as passing, Yang Tingfeng is a little confused, what is this group of forces for? Why don't you create a sect if you want to cultivate talents? Looking at the beginning of the movement below, Yang Tingfeng put aside his thoughts and watched carefully.

"I have a sword, named Zhenyan, and I have read thousands of people, and all of them are defeated. The man in white didn't talk too much nonsense, condensed a long sword in his hand, raised his hand, and the calm lake water boiled, and the water droplets in the sky that swung up instantly hit the man in black robe.

The black-robed man let out a cold snort in his mouth, and a seven-foot drag knife was condensed in his hand, the blade of the knife turned slightly, and something seemed to hit the water droplets, and the water droplets exploded and fell back into the lake to calm down.

The black-robed man held the knife in both hands and raised it to the sky, and the sky behind him lit up with a dark red color.

"The Blood, the Broken Firmament"

The black-robed man snorted in his mouth, and slashed the knife, and a dark red light emitted from the blade of the knife and hit the man in the lake.

The water of the lake was cleaved by a dark red light, and the silt at the bottom of the lake was clearly visible.

Yang Tingfeng was a little shocked, the knife can cut off the stream, what realm should this be, and the dark red light when the knife is fired covers the sky, and it can affect the mysterious technique of the power of nature, which is also too fierce..

The white-robed man raised the green blade in his hand, and the sky behind him lit up with blue.

"Wild Glory"

The man in the lake swung his sword forward with an expressionless face, and a cyan light emitted from the blade of the sword and crashed into a dark red light.

Yang Tingfeng looked intently at the collision below, and the world seemed to be occupied by blue-red light at this moment.

"Boom"

The lake lit up with a dazzling blue-white light, and Yang Tingfeng closed his eyes, only to hear a violent explosion.

The surroundings slowly calmed down, and then there was the sound of swords colliding, Yang Tingfeng opened his eyes, and his little face was full of shock again.

The little lake is gone... Only a large pit remained, and there was no lake in sight in the pit, and the jungle next to the small lake had also turned out a clearing, and there were many broken branches and trees on the clearing.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were still fighting in close quarters on the big pit, Yang Tingfeng would have thought that it was an illusion just now.

What kind of realm is this fight, the shock on Yang Tingfeng's face has not diminished in the slightest.

The two people below flew into the air and continued to fight, but they didn't continue to use the power of the occult skills like just now, but competed with each other in the melee knife against sword.

Stepping into the air, at least above the Wuxuan realm, but no matter what realm it is, it is the existence that Yang Tingfeng is looking up to now, and the sword qi and sword qi that emanate from it occasionally fall into the void and form a pit on the ground.

The two fought for a long time, from the sun hanging high to the west.

Both of them had some minor injuries on their bodies, their robes were disheveled, and their bodies were a little embarrassed.

"Blood, Blood Moon Slash"

The black-robed man's face raised a touch of hideousness, dragged the knife out of his hand, and hung in the air to form a blood-red half-moon, and the entire sky where the black-robed man was located turned blood-red.

"Desolation"

The white-robed man's face also turned hideous, and the green blade in his hand slowly lifted, dyeing the sky behind him cyan, and the mysterious runes on the sword body flew around the sword, forming a huge illusory sword, the sword body was all cyan, and the runes flowed in it.

"Get up," the white-robed man shouted.

With both hands in his hands, he swung a huge rune sword and smashed it towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man lightly patted the blood-red half-moon, and the blood-red half-moon slowly crashed into the huge rune sword.

In Yang Tingfeng's eyes, the world seemed to be still at this moment, and there were only Fu Jian and Blood Moon in his eyes, and the two sides slowly collided together.

The explosion exploded, and the air waves of the explosion spread out in all directions, enveloping the two people in the air and the shocked Yang Tingfeng.

Yang Tingfeng looked into the distance, but he couldn't see anything, and the entire sky was wrapped in blue-red qi waves.

After the tea time, Yang Tingfeng slowly regained his vision, but it was only limited to the air, and the ground was still wrapped in blue and red air waves, and he couldn't see clearly.

This battle shocked Yang Tingfeng very much, it turned out that manpower can be so powerful, and a touch of pride rose in his heart, he believed that he would be able to reach such heights in the future.

In fact, according to the thinking of the set people, this level was originally to make people feel their own sense of insignificance, and finally decadent and collapsed.

But this is like a movie for Yang Tingfeng, what sense of insignificance, what kind of shame and filth? All of them have been thrown aside by Yang Tingfeng, after all, Yang Tingfeng has seen a lot of movies than this one.

The scene gradually changed, and the second battle began, which was in the middle of the sea, fighting against two huge mysterious beasts, a turtle and a huge dragon who had lived for an unknown number of years.

Yang Tingfeng watched it with relish, and even took out a bag of fried potatoes, watching this fight with the mentality of watching a movie.

In this way, the beginning of one battle after another, and the end of one after another, after watching ten battles, Yang Tingfeng dozed off a little, and his eyes were already a little tired, but there seemed to be something that prevented Yang Tingfeng from sleeping.

Although he was sleepy, his eyes were still staring at the boss, and in desperation, Yang Tingfeng looked at it with interest and lack of money.

Finally in the ninety-ninth scene, the scene was not changing, and with the end of the battle, Yang Tingfeng, who couldn't wait for the next scene, was a little bored and continued to eat fried potatoes.

Suddenly, Yang Tingfeng noticed that the clouds in the sky were moving closer to one place, what was this? Yang Tingfeng guessed the use of the clouds.

As the clouds gathered more and more, they condensed into a huge palm, and then Yang Tingfeng saw the big hand formed by the clouds slapping towards him.

"it.."

Yang Tingfeng wanted to hide, but there seemed to be an inexplicable force in the air, no matter how much Yang Tingfeng struggled, it would be useless, so he could only watch his big hand slap towards him.

Yang Tingfeng noticed that this big hand seemed to contain a touch of anger, a bit of a sense of personal vendetta in the communiqué, couldn't he afford to play? Yang Tingfeng wanted to yell very much, but before he could roar out, he felt that his whole body was slapped away.

......

Well, Yang Tingfeng now feels like he is falling apart, very unbearable, although he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, but this feeling is really painful.