Before touching the black-tailed cicada on the mural, Yuan Feng also imagined various possibilities, which were nothing more than two ways: one way was that only this demon cicada was resurrected, and the other was that all the demon cicadas on the mural were resurrected at the same time.

So he also thought of a way to deal with it in advance, that is, after touching the magic cicada, at the moment when the magic cicada was resurrected, he pulled out the sword inserted in the rock, kicked the rock with his foot, and jumped up, just flying above the head of the demon cicada, so that the magic cicada that he had touched could not see him for the time being.

When the cicada climbed out of the mural, he fell down again, and he should have jumped right on its neck, and then hugged its neck tightly, as long as he didn't let go, it would be difficult for the cicada to throw him off.

At that time, even if the other nearby demon cicadas were resurrected, it would be impossible to hurt Yuan Feng.

Because the other demon cicadas are larger, and their claws are half the size of this little demon cicada, they can't successfully attack Yuan Feng who is so small on the neck of the demon cicada.

It was precisely because of this factor that Yuan Feng dared to adopt this plan, but people are not as good as heaven, and this time Yuan Feng miscalculated.

When he touched the head of the cicada, he was about to kick the rock hard, but he found that his hand was no longer possible, and when he turned his head to look, he found that his palm was actually glued to the head of the cicada!

And the palm of his hand was getting hotter and hotter, and he suddenly remembered that the palm of this hand had a birthmark, a birthmark that looked like a frog.

As his palms became hotter and hotter, the tips of his fingers began to turn black and hard, and soon they became like the black rocks on the mural!

Then, the black color quickly spread along his hand, to his arm, and then from his arm to his shoulder, and then to his body, and before long, his whole body turned into black rocks.

In other words, instead of resurrecting the demon cicada, he turned himself into a mural!

This sudden change also took him by surprise, and although he tried to retract his palm, it was to no avail.

He could only watch himself turn into a black rock, and when he felt that his whole body was cold and unable to move at all, he knew that no one could save him.

Immediately afterward, he felt black and dizzy in front of him, and the last thing he saw in his eyes before he completely lost consciousness was the iron-blooded guards hiding in the water, shouting one after another, crawling up from the water and rushing towards the mural where he was trapped, apparently desperate to save him.

At that moment, he was really moved, after all, he had given a death order in advance, no matter what danger he had, no one was allowed to leave the water to save him, otherwise the military law would deal with it, and he didn't want them to make senseless sacrifices.

However, none of the guards could see that something had happened to him, and he was still hiding in the water to obey any orders, and they all rushed over without hesitation.

It is enough to see that these guards have a heartfelt view of him.

With this emotion, as well as the guilt of not being able to rescue these guards safely, Yuan Feng completely lost consciousness......

When these guards rushed to this mural like crazy and rushed to this mural, they were all stunned, because the general who had no one to replace in their hearts actually turned from a living person into a stone man carved from black rock on the mural in front of everyone.

Even the short sword in Yuan Feng's hand had become carved out of black rock.

This completely unreasonable scene made all the guards look at each other, at a loss, and for a while, they were all there, not knowing what to do next, in order to save the general.

Even some pessimistic people thought that the general was dead.

Just when everyone was silently staring at the great general Yuan Feng, who had become a mural, and fell into grief, they didn't know that the general was still alive, but he had gone to another small world.

And this small world is in the stone tablet soaked in water that Yuan Feng had seen before.

The reason why Yuan Feng did not resurrect the demon cicada, but instead turned into a mural and came to the small world in the stone tablet was because the birthmark in his palm happened to be the token to enter this small world.

If before, he had arranged for other guards to touch the cicada, it would have really resurrected the cicada, but by mistake, after he touched the cicada on the mural with the hand with the birthmark, he activated the entrance to the small world, and in the process of seemingly becoming a mural, he actually entered the small world in the stone tablet.

This point, not to mention that those guards couldn't think of it, even Yuan Feng himself didn't think of it.

Not long after entering the small world, Yuan Feng woke up.

When he opened his eyes, Yuan Feng hurriedly gasped, only to see that around him was an endless field of ice and snow, a vast white one, as if the heavens and the earth were connected.

Yuan Feng was suddenly a little puzzled, didn't he turn into a black rock? How did you come to such a snow-white world again?

Where the hell is this? Does it mean that when people die, they all come here?

Just when Yuan Feng was thinking wildly, some black dots appeared on the horizon in the distance, and then these black dots became more and more, and they all became a black line densely.

What is this again? Yuan Feng stared at the black line that seemed to be getting closer and closer, and thought to himself.

It didn't take long for Yuan Feng to finally be sure that there should be a group of things rushing towards him.

Gradually, the sound of "booming" footsteps could be heard, and even Yuan Feng could feel that the ground was shaking slightly.

A hint of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart, that is, he had a gut feeling that this group of things rushing forward was definitely a threat to him.

Because he is naturally sensitive to crises, so that during every war, his sensitivity can always remind him to pay attention to safety in time, and every time he receives such reminders, he will take various precautions in advance, so he can always save the day.

Only this time, although he knew that these black things were not good, he didn't know how to deal with them.

Even if he wanted to turn around and run away, he had nowhere to hide, because there was no grass around him, there were no caves, no caves, no caves, and there was no place to hide.

And although he has a short sword in his hand, it is only good against one or two fierce beasts, and such a large group rushing over, it is not a short sword that can withstand it, although he still has an ancient sword in his hand.

He knew that this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape......

Since there is no way out, it is better to fight to the death!

Sitting back and waiting to die, it has always been not Yuan Feng's style.

Looking at the black tide that was getting closer and closer, Yuan Feng did not panic, and calmly looked at this group of black things that didn't know what they were, carefully observing, looking for the fleeting best fighter.

Because Yuan Feng understands that if the thief captures the king first, this black rushing thing should also have a leader, if he can find the leader, kill it desperately, or find a way to control it, then this seemingly formidable black tide may be able to turn into a plate of loose sand, and it will no longer threaten him.

So he seemed to be standing there very calmly, but in fact, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and the hand holding the sword was also ready to attack at any time, just waiting for this seemingly domineering and invincible black tide to come to him.

When this black trend was finally less than three hundred zhang away from Yuan Feng, he saw clearly what some black trends were.

It turned out to be a magic cicada!

Thousands of magic cicadas!

They are all demon cicadas dozens of times larger than him!

At that moment, Yuan Feng realized that he did not resurrect the demon cicada in the cave, but came directly to the world of the demon cicada.

Looking at the behemoth roaring in front of him, Yuan Feng smiled bitterly, he knew in his heart that even if he came here with an army of 100,000, he would not be able to defeat this group of super-large and ferocious monsters.

What's more, he still came alone, and it was undoubtedly a suicide act of hitting a stone with an egg.

However, the more desperate the moment, the more Yuan Feng's blood was aroused, he licked his somewhat chapped lips, and held the sword in his hand a little tighter.

Not only did he not flinch, but he took a deep breath, took off his clothes, wrapped a large bag of dust on the ground, carried it behind his back, and then rushed towards the black demon cicada tide without hesitation.

Of course, he didn't rush blindly, but rushed towards the smallest one in the first row of magic cicadas.

Because he saw the smallest cicada on the mural again, since he originally wanted to control this cicada, and the other cicadas on the mural seemed to be very respectful to this little cicada, it was obvious that it was the leader of this group of cicadas.

In this case, he decided that the purpose and goal remained the same, that is, to do his best to subdue this little demon cicada and threaten the other demon cicadas, hoping that he still had hope of life, otherwise he would only be trampled by this group of black tides and turned into a pool of blood.

That's why he rushed towards the black cicada tide, to be exact, towards the little demon cicada.

His idea is to use fast running, get the maximum impact, and speed, when approaching the little magic cicada, kick the ground hard, fly up, and when jumping in front of the little magic cicada, the little magic cicada will definitely be attracted to him and look at him.

And at this moment, he scattered the dust wrapped in the clothes behind his back into the eyes of the little demon cicada, and it would definitely be dusty at that time, affecting the little demon cicada's vision, and even making it instinctively close its eyes and turn its head to avoid it.

When that happens, his chance will come.

He will take the opportunity to mix in the dust, jump on the neck of the little demon cicada, and then plunge the sword into the neck of the little demon cicada, and stimulate the little demon cicada through pain, although it can't kill it immediately, at least it can also make it run forward more crazily with Yuan Feng, which is equivalent to Yuan Feng having his own mount, as long as it is properly controlled, it is not excluded that he can escape to a relatively safe place with him.

Although this approach is not very certain, and even a little careless, especially if the timing of dust scattering is not just right, it is not impossible to be bitten to death by the little demon cicada on the spot.

But at this moment, for Yuan Feng, there is no turning back when he opens the bow, so he can only bite the bullet.

Just when he rushed to a distance of less than two feet from the little demon cicada, he kicked the ground violently, instantly rose into the air, and flew towards the head of the little demon cicada......