It seems that such a slow movement grinds the soul, like a blade cutting your flesh and blood, elegant and gentle.

Of course, the main factor here is because Hei Jiao is also in a state of detachment, but it is because of his beast physique that he can move and Ye Feng can only sit on the ground, looking at the silver shiny sword that is slowly falling above his head, anxious but powerless.

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from the top of Ye Feng's head, and large drops flowed down, forming a wet water stain on the ground.

The current situation is out of Ye Feng's control, desperate, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, it's just a matter of insufficient strength, and when you are exhausted by explosive strength, you are doomed to failure.

Ye Feng suddenly became scared in his heart.

Are you really going to die?

Aren't you boasting that you want to be a cultivator and always protect your closest ones?

Aren't you self-assured?

Do you believe that there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome, and there is no enemy that cannot be defeated?

A series of self-questions crossed my heart, but there were no answers.

Everyone is afraid of death, and there really is no one who is not afraid of death. The so-called warriors are also afraid of death, but they have forgotten about death when they are fighting, and they have forgotten their gods when they sprint.

Now at the most sober moment, Ye Feng quietly watched the sword above his head slowly fall, time was so slow, but looking at the approaching sword was so fast.

Ye Feng felt an inexplicable panic, I was dying! The moment the sword fell, the moment I was separated from my head, my life was over!

Where am I going?

Is it gone, or is it the beginning of reincarnation?

Unknown events are frightening, and the reason why we are so afraid of death is because we don't know what death is and where it will be.

We don't know, so we're afraid, so we don't dare to think.

Suddenly, pictures appeared in front of me, like bubbles floating up, and the fragile ripples reflected the memories of the past.

It's my parents, it's my brother!

No, no!

Ye Feng shouted, I can't die! You must not die now!

I still have work to do, my parents haven't seen me and my brother yet, I haven't looked at them again. I'm dead, what if my brother is alone in such a wilderness, he will be afraid of being alone, just like I am now.

I still have a dream, I still have a mission, I haven't seen her again, how can I go first again?

The good youth is still at the peak, I can't die!

Ye Feng's mood gradually cleared, as if he had been covered by dark clouds before, gray, and he couldn't see everything clearly.

It was the shadow of death that made him lose his way, unable to see himself and his heart clearly.

Now the sun is down, the snow has vanished, and the sky has broken a big hole, shining a warm light.

Hope lies ahead!

Ye Feng looked at the sword light above his head again, although the cold was so piercing, the cold edge also made his skin shrink involuntarily. But Ye Feng didn't seem to feel it anymore. In his eyes, it is no longer the crisis of the sword, no longer the imminent death, his heart is now blank, his thoughts are empty, like a white paper airplane flying in the sky, nothing is thought, nothing is forgotten.

Yes, just forgot.

Forget.

The sword stopped suddenly. Maybe it's not that it's stopped, it's that it can't go down anymore, and the space seems to be frozen. The sword froze like this, and there were still two inches left on the top of Ye Feng's head, and even Ye Feng didn't know that he was only two inches away from death.

Hei Jiao's original leisurely expression was also solidified, but looking at the muscles of his face was still beating, he knew that he was not really solidified.

Soon Hei Jiao's expression became frightened, and obviously this scene also made him feel inexplicably frightened. He exerted his hands, and the green tendons protruded like green snakes slowly swimming on him, trying to pull out the sword, but it turned out that even if he used all his strength, he couldn't move the sword at all.

He let go of his hand and stepped back, the hair on his body stood on end, as if he had encountered something more terrible than the solidification of space.

It wasn't until Hei Jiao retreated to Ye Feng two or three feet away that he stopped, panting one after another, and he was desperate to break out with all his strength to retreat with the danger of being injured again, what was going on?

I saw Hei Jiao say breathlessly: "It's really a hell of a life, don't you just kill someone, this kind of evil thing has come out." Huh, Lao Tzu has lived so long, and he has never seen anything like this. Space freezes! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's quick reaction and quick body skills, Lao Tzu might have become a funeral object like that sword by now. ”

Obviously, the kind of space solidification just now had a deep impression on Heijiao, and he vented his anger one by one. For Ye Feng in the center of the freezing point, Heijiao had long thought that he was dead and could not die anymore.

After all, even he couldn't guarantee that he could escape safely in this situation, let alone Ye Feng who was at the center point.

Hei Jiao didn't plan to care about the situation on Ye Feng's side now, and after observing for a while, he found that the range of spatial solidification was no longer growing. The black Jiao becomes a Jiao form, in the previous battle, the Black Jiao has always been in human form, after all, once something is broken in this kind of place, it is not good for anyone, so the black Jiao becomes a human form, which is more flexible for Jiao-shaped combat.

The entire huge Jiao body danced in a figure-eight shape to recover the previous injuries.

Time is passing, there is no change of sun and moon in the sea of consciousness, there is no concept of days, and the black Jiao has completely recovered.

Now he's starting to get ready to take control of his body. As for Ye Feng, who was still in the solidified space, Hei Jiao was also puzzled why he hadn't disappeared since he died. It is understood that the space is solidified, and even the time of that piece is solidified.

Heijiao walked to the sea of consciousness, looked at the sea water that had already bottomed out, and said a little distressed: "There were a lot of them when I came in, and now they have bottomed out, what a waste, this stupid boy has nothing to fight with me, do you think you can fight me, isn't it still dead now." So much mental power was wasted in vain, alas. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Feng, looking at Ye Feng, who was still motionless, he couldn't help but shake his head, as if he was so compassionate.

Just sat on the shore of the sea of consciousness, his mouth made breathing movements, and countless mists entered Hei Jiao's body one by one and were absorbed by him.

Only by replacing the seawater with Hei Jiao's own spiritual power can Hei Jiao control Ye Feng's body, and then the body really belongs to him.

Now all he has to do is to absorb the seawater, turn it into his own spiritual power, and then transfer his spiritual power, and then it will be done.

Just when Hei Jiao was absorbing spiritual power, Ye Yang and Bai Ling in the grassland outside were still waiting. They were waiting for a hope, and when Ye Feng opened his eyes, he still had a familiar smile, his eyes were as warm as a spring breeze, and his thin lips spit out: "I'm back." ”

Ye Yang kept staring at Ye Feng without even a trace of movement. His mind was also thinking about the same thing as Ye Feng, but it was Ye Feng who died, what should he do. The thought that his dearest brother would leave him made his heart ache.

Suddenly, when he was thinking about it, he found that Ye Feng's face had turned pale, his originally ruddy face had lost his blood, and the whole person seemed to have lost his spirit.

Ye Yang panicked and even became frightened, and said loudly to Bai Ling: "Senior Bai Ling, look, what's wrong with my brother?" ”

His voice trembled, as if he was afraid that he would get some terrifying news.

Bai Ling looked at Ye Feng, frowned, his expression was also worried, and said, "It's very unfavorable to look at Ye Feng like this, it's in ...... Well...... Weak winds. ”

In fact, Bai Ling looked at Ye Feng's face like this, and he had already guessed that Ye Feng might not be at a disadvantage, but more likely that he had already lost. Because his face was pale and his expression was depressed, this was the result of the erosion of the sea of consciousness. If Ye Feng was still there, he would definitely not let the sea of consciousness be destroyed, and now that it's like this, what is it if he doesn't lose.

How could Ye Yang not hear Bai Ling's words. Suddenly, the tears that had been in his eyes for a long time finally fell. wanted to rush over and hug Ye Feng's body, even if it didn't have his temperature.

Bai Ling hurriedly raised his hand to stop Ye Yang's actions, and said in a loud voice: "Stop, there is still a turnaround, you see!" ”

Ye Yang heard the sound and looked towards Ye Feng. I saw that Ye Feng's miserable white face magically gradually turned red. Ye Yang wiped the remaining tears on his face, and said with a smile: "Yes, there is still hope for my brother." I knew my brother would succeed! ”

Ye Yang continued to wait.

In the sea of consciousness, Hei Jiao felt that today was the day that he had encountered the most strange things in his life. He found that the man whom he had been sure to condemn to death was alive in front of him when he opened his eyes for the second time.

Hei Jiao was startled, stood up, looked at Ye Feng vigilantly, and said, "Boy, why are you still alive?" ”

Ye Feng looked at him lightly, his voice seemed to have an ethereal feeling, and his voice was on all sides: "Why am I still alive?" Hehe, I've never died, of course I'm still alive. But you'll be dead right away. ”

The last sentence was in a harsh tone.

When Hei Jiao heard this, he laughed: "Boy, you lied to me the first time, and now you want to lie to me for the second time, dream!" ”

Ye Feng was noncommittal, and walked slowly towards the black Jiao, with a mysterious charm in the interval between his steps, giving people an intriguing feeling.

Hei Jiao also noticed this, and his playful attitude faded, and he said in a cautious tone: "What is this?" ”

"This is empty!"

I saw an overwhelming palm shadow coming, but there was no monstrous momentum.

Some of them are just palms that feel like nothing, but they are real.

Before Hei Jiao could react, his body had already been hit and flew three feet away.