The Yuan Power contained in the Tree Qilin was really enough, and Du Tulong had been buried in the sand dunes for nine days and ten nights of practice, and he had not yet digested those Yuan Forces. Although his cultivation is still the Great Perfection of the Emperor Extreme Realm, his strength is not at the same level as before.

At this time, Du Feng really understood why he fought so hard with Xiao Jingshan. Just breaking through to the Great Perfection of the Emperor Extreme Realm, compared to those old monsters who have stayed in the Great Perfection of the Emperor Extreme Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, it is not the same thing at all. It seems that defeating the Xizhou Poison Emperor was just an accident. The main reason is that the other party happens to use poison, and Du Feng is not poisonous. In addition, the Xizhou Poison Emperor is just a clone, and he doesn't care about that body at all.

If he was to fight Xiao Jingshan again now, he wouldn't need Jian Er and Xiao Hei to help him at all, and he wouldn't have to wait for Xiao Jingshan to summon the Tree Qilin. Even if it is Xiao Jingshan in the pseudo-heavenly realm, Du Feng can beat the other party with his iron fist.

After another three days, Du Feng finally absorbed the remaining Yuan Power. I don't know why, this time Du Tulong is particularly generous. In addition to taking away the Demon Pill of the Tree Qilin, all the remaining Yuan Power was given to Du Feng, which greatly improved his state.

"Let's go, come back with me. ”

Du Feng came out of the sand dunes, took the ghost servant and Xiao Hei, and plunged into the strong wind belt. At this time, he didn't need to wear white porcelain bone armor at all when he passed through the strong wind belt, let alone be so careful. The gray sand grains are automatically shaken apart when they get close to the body, and there has been a qualitative leap in strength.

"Brother Sword, I'll just wait for you. ”

When Du Feng arrived next to the Hell Furnace, he found that Jian Er was waiting in place. It's so funny, I waited by the scorching fire pit for more than ten days, and never left halfway.

"It's nothing, it's good that you're back. ”

Jian Er smiled slightly and didn't care about this little thing, he was usually very cold, and it was rare to laugh once.

"Let's go, let's get rich together. ”

Du Feng jumped into the fire pit and took the initiative to open the way in front. Because he knew the fire attribute exercises, he deliberately sucked the flames around him into himself, which reduced the burden on Kenji. The two brothers cooperated very well, and soon surpassed the depth of the last discovery of the Medicine King Ding.

It continues to fall, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. However, now Du Feng's state has skyrocketed, and it is not a problem to deal with it at all. Continue to lead the way ahead, only the descent slows down a bit. He was a little excited, wondering what treasures he could find.

Judging from Xiao Jingshan's reflection, the treasures in the hell furnace are definitely indispensable. Otherwise, it wouldn't have made him so mad.

"Look ahead!"

During the descent, there were flames all around, so the eyes were full of red. But Du Feng suddenly found that a little blue appeared in front of him. He concentrated his eyes and looked deeper, and found the sky, white clouds, and grasslands, what the hell was going on.

In Du Feng's imagination, there should be a volcanic cavern at the bottom of the Hell Furnace, which contains a large number of treasures. Or from the bottom of the hell furnace, you can directly lead to the eighteenth layer of hell in the netherworld, and go over to chat with the Yama Emperor.

But things are very different from the phenomenon, not only is there no purgatory, there are no evil spirits, and there are no treasures. If you descend further, you can see trees growing on the grassland. Probably because autumn has arrived, the leaves are starting to turn yellow. An old man sat on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree, and held a whip for herding sheep in his hand.

The weeds on the grassland are also beginning to wither and yellow, and the cattle and sheep are desperately eating. While the weeds are not gone, they must feed themselves enough to fit their autumn fat. Only in this way can we withstand the coming cold winter.

In late autumn, the willows are dewy and frosty, and the decayed grass is sparse and the water is cool.

The trail is quiet and smoky, and the golden wind is bleak and wild.

The geese chirp in the sky and line up obliquely, and the flowers fall and the lotus is on the sunset.

The clouds are light and the sky is high, and the sheep and cattle are full of granaries.

"Brother Sword, what do you see?"

Du Feng thought he was dazzled, and asked Jian Er beside him again.

As a result, Kenji was really different from what he described, and what he saw was a stout middle-aged man, rowing a boat in the surging river. The sky was a little dark and drizzling, the vast river, the water and the sky, and in the west wind, a lonely goose that had lost its flock was screaming.

There was still such a situation, and Du Feng also saw the wild geese. But instead of a lost lone goose, a flock of geese is flying south in a row. Although the autumn breeze is dashing and the grass and trees are beginning to turn yellow, you can feel that it is indeed full of life. Because the chrysanthemums are gradually blooming, the cattle and sheep are fat, and the farmers are about to have a bumper harvest. In the distant villages, there was little smoke from cooking, and the farmers were busy with dinner. The old man, who was napping under the tree, also woke up and drove the cattle and sheep to go home. The old lady of the family had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him to go back.

When he arrived at Jian Er, he became a person rowing in the vast river. There is also a lone goose, which makes a wail in the rain. What does this portend, Du Feng doesn't dare to think about it and can't figure it out. Everyone has their own different mood, and he can't judge others.

The two of them just stood there stupidly, continuing to observe from the hole at the bottom of the hell's furnace. What Du Feng saw was that after the old man returned home, a sumptuous dinner had already been set on the table. Drinking wine and eating food while listening to the old woman's chatter, it is nothing more than to let him drink less and get drunk.

When people reach this age, even if they have a little bad habits, they don't want to change, and the old man continues to drink a little wine, and he actually falls asleep on the dinner table while drinking. The old woman did not wake him up, but put a dress on him, and then silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Could this be life, Du Feng fell into thought. What he sees tomorrow is the life of an ordinary man in the world. Mortals have a short lifespan and are very fragile. In the event of a slight drought or flood, you may have to go hungry. If you encounter a little wind and rain, you may not be able to afford to get sick. But I don't know why, Du Feng is a little envious of this old man's life.

After the old woman finished cleaning up the table, she quietly took off the old man's wine bag, took a small spoon and poured it into the wine bag from a large container. Du Feng glanced at the container, how did it feel a little familiar.

No, it's not an ordinary wine vat, but a ding, a bronzed ding. Du Feng thought about it again, that mouth of the tripod looked exactly the same as the medicine king tripod he got. What the hell is going on, why is the container of the uncle and aunt's home wine exactly the same as his own medicine king.

Du Feng suddenly broke away from the illusion, just like being awakened from a dream. When he looked at it again, there was no blue sky and grassland, and there was a raging fire all around.

(End of chapter)