The spiritual skills bloomed, firmly locking on a certain point of the barrier.

In the next moment, the deep blue icy airflow, the fiery red dust flame meteor, the silver-purple thunder and lightning, the golden sharp divine light, the dark silent shadow, and the pure white warm iridescent, all kinds of powerful spiritual skills were like a prosperous flame, lighting up this abyss world.

"Buzz!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Countless cacophony of voices filled the eardrums of the people, either sharp or low, rumbling and echoing, as if there were countless bees and flies buzzing around their ears, and nothing could be heard except the endless noise.

In front of him, colorful fireworks spread and bloomed wantonly, rendering this world about to be destroyed, and between the violent shaking and collapse, behind him were countless hideous cracks torn apart in the dark world, like a scarred rag.

How to describe this magnificent scene of annihilation?

It seems to be reborn from the ashes of destruction, and there seems to be a faint light and hope in the midst of despair.

The crowd in the midst of light and darkness staggered away from the darkness and rushed into the colorful light.

The cracks behind them chased and tore at them, as if to devour them into dust, sinking and burying them with the world that was about to be shattered.

A little faster, a little faster......

In the violently shaking and buzzing world, everyone could no longer see the surrounding scene clearly, nor could they see their companions clearly, and they only cared about rushing forward desperately and breaking out of this barrier of death.

In the chaos, Mo Feng wanted to grab Zi Chenruo, Nian Yubai and the others beside him, but after a stumble, their figures became blurry and distant, obviously within reach, and seemed to be across a moat.

In this bizarre world, nothing can be heard, nothing can be seen.

Only the light ahead, faint and faint.

"Whew!"

Before the last crack touched his back, Mo Feng leaped hard, finally plunging into the bright world.

In an instant, from death to new life, it is like coming from the twilight of snow and winter to the spring of March.

The whole world is only left with the pure white of a vast piece of light.

Mo Feng felt that he had fallen on a soft grass, and the tender blades of grass tickled his face, but before Mo Feng could turn over and see the surrounding scene clearly, a feeling of weakness and sleepiness hit him like a tidal wave, making him lose consciousness instantly.

Half-asleep and half-asleep, Mo Feng felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare that he couldn't break free from, and countless bizarre images passed by him one by one, intertwined into a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

On a desolate and remote path, the little boy who scuffled with others and had a bleeding head.

In the cold rainstorm night, the boy who forcibly suppressed the panic and killed people with a knife for the first time.

In the dilapidated and dilapidated abandoned factory, the young man who led his men to hide from the pursuit and hide uneasily.

Under the misty light, the man who sat at the top, with great power in his hands.

Until that day, when he succeeded in avenging his brother, and received the news of the death of the gentleman, the man calmly ordered those loyal subordinates to be reduced to zero, and left one after another according to the back road he had arranged in advance, or whitewashed, or continued on this road of blood and fire.

But that's none of his business, is it?

Finally, after being sent to the gloomy and cold laboratory, lying on a cold and hard platform without temperature, he began to look back on his life that was about to come to an end.

His name is Qin Feng, and he has no regrets.

The cold world is gradually covered by warm white light, like lying in the soft spring water, and like soaking in a hot spring, people don't want to wake up.

In the chaos of consciousness, he seemed to see a brilliant starry sky, and a flawless white light door in the center of the starry sky.

Light spread through that portal, spreading across the endless starry sky.

He vaguely saw that there was a jade bottle floating up and down in the white light, with simple and elegant lines, like a cultural relic and antique from a thousand years ago.

The white light streaked across most of the starry sky with the jade bottle, and came to a remote corner, where there was a star hidden deep in the vast clouds.

The white light had dimmed a lot by this time, and it only shallow wrapped the jade bottle, submerging into the endless sea of clouds on the periphery of this star.

After several twists and turns, the white light and the jade bottle seemed to be bumped by some kind of bump when they pierced the atmosphere, and they were staggered at a slight angle to each other.

As a result, the two who fell down separately separated themselves by a subtle distance.

Not far, not close.

The white light fell into a forest, and the jade bottle smashed into a swamp, piercing a deep hole.

Seeing this picture, Mo Feng suddenly woke up.

What appeared in front of him was a lush forest, with the fragrance of flowers and birds, so peaceful that people couldn't help but feel relaxed and peaceful.

Mo Feng subconsciously wanted to sit up from the grass, but as soon as he moved, the feeling of weakness that he was unable to do so hit again, making it extremely difficult for him to even move.

Just...... What's going on?

Mo Feng thought desperately, feeling like he was stuck in an endless nightmare and couldn't wake up, completely immersed in the memories of the past.

But...... It shouldn't be, why did he inexplicably begin to grieve and mourn the past? Those memories he hadn't touched for a long, long time, and it stands to reason that he wouldn't recall them abruptly.

And the last jade bottle and white light I saw, isn't this ......

Mo Feng calmed down, looking at the mysterious jade bottle that was quietly floating in the sea of souls, he was sure that it was the white jade bottle in those pictures, and don't forget, he did pick it up in a deep hole in the Gulian Swamp.

So......

Mo Feng's heart was shocked, the white light that accompanied the jade bottle, could it contain his thoughts? Isn't the forest in the picture the place where the previous owner of the body was surrounded and killed by the masters of the Hei family?

All of a sudden, everything is connected.

What did he see...... Could it be the memory of this jade bottle?

Mo Feng couldn't help but laugh dumbly, feeling that his thinking was too outrageous, just a bottle, how could there be such a thing as memory? It didn't feel like it had a machine spirit, otherwise it would have been with him for so long, and the machine spirit would have shown its head no matter how calm it was, right?

If these images are true, then he and this mysterious jade bottle are both from the same place, from the white light door standing in the starry sky.

What is behind the light door? And if he doesn't come sooner or later, why did he suddenly see some truth?

Suddenly, a slight moan interrupted Mo Feng's train of thought, and he reluctantly turned his head sideways, only to see Shu Jinye lying not far away, her gorgeous brocade dress had been stained with a lot of dust, and there were still some damages, and it didn't look much better than a beggar's outfit.

Mo Feng worked hard for a long time before he could barely get up, only to feel that there was still an indescribable feeling of weakness and powerlessness all over his body, as if he had lost all his strength.

But his body is obviously good, and he has neither been injured nor encountered any mess such as poisoning?

Wrong!

Mo Feng suddenly noticed that his spiritual power had completely fallen into a state of silence, as if he had been cut off from contact with himself, and he could no longer command.

In this world where spiritual power is the mainstay, how is a cultivator who has lost his spiritual power different from ordinary people?

It's not that Mo Feng has suddenly weakened, it's just that his body has become accustomed to the existence of powerful spiritual power, and if everything is suddenly cleared, that sense of incompatibility will make him extremely weak and tired.

Mo Feng's heart sank, and the question about the Guangmen Jade Bottle was instantly forgotten by him, and now that he was in an unknown place, and was in such a strange state, how could he still be in the mood to be curious about some inexplicable things?

When he barely stood up against a tree, he noticed that there was not just Shu Jinye around.

Fang Zijin, Nian Yubai, Zi Chenruo, Yu Liang, Liang Gang, Mo Lingsheng, these people who were closest to Mo Feng were all in the same place with him now.

But the others were completely gone.

"Mo Feng?" Not far away, there was a soft call from the purple-clothed girl with a little weakness.

"How are you now?" Ink Wind slowly moved to her. After he gave up communicating spiritual power and only concentrated on the operation of the Xuan power, his condition began to gradually improve, and he recovered a lot from the discomfort of having his spiritual power cleared.

Fortunately, although the spiritual power is strangely lost, he still has the soul power and the mysterious power to use, so he will not fall into the sad situation of being powerless.

"My spiritual powers...... It doesn't seem to be useful. Zichenruo said softly.

Mo Feng suddenly had no luck, and sighed lightly: "This place is strange, and the spiritual power is probably sealed, but the other two systems are not affected." ”

"And ...... Why, the inner ring of the ice field, is like this?" Zichen Ruo said again.

Mo Feng couldn't help but be stunned, he almost forgot that they were in the ice field, and it was normal for the lush and lush woods around him to be placed elsewhere, but in the ice field, especially in the inner ring of the ice field, there was a strong sense of weirdness.

"Anyway, I'll wake up the others first, and then let's figure it out together. Mo Feng could only say that.

By the time Mo Feng walked around one by one, everyone was awakened.

Mo Lingsheng, who was originally the strongest cultivator, became the weakest one, and said with a pale face: "Why is even my spiritual power completely sealed?"

Shu Jinye was surprised: "How come, aren't you a master of the middle stage of the illusion god?"

"Sister, don't use it at all?" Fang Zijin also felt incredible.

"What am I lying to you for!" Mo Lingsheng frowned deeply, forcibly suppressing the uneasiness and worry in his heart.

"However, this is too exaggerated, there is no room for resistance even in the Illusory God Realm, what the hell is this place?" Fang Zijin said that the future was dark.

In their current state, once they encounter any danger, I am afraid that they will die extremely aggrieved.

Maybe he was afraid of something, Zichenruo suddenly said in a deep voice: "It's not good, someone is coming." ”

"Let's hide it first. After Mo Feng finished speaking, he realized that everyone was still lying here in all directions, and it seemed that except for him, who cultivated mystical power, he could still move around, and the others were weak and unable to move at all.

Before he could make a move, a sound of Suosuo's footsteps sounded from the right, and then an ice crystal spear cut through the grass and two figures came out.

Everyone stared at the two people who came out of the grass with wide eyes, and for a while they only felt like a dream, refreshing their world view.

The two of them were tall and short, a man and a woman, both slender and weak, but even the thickest of the people would not think they were human. Because the complexion of these two people is too white, not the kind of white with red in it, but a real "snow white", which is almost transparent.

Snow-white skin, snow-white long hair, snow-white eyebrows, only the pupils are ice blue, and even they are wearing snow-white animal skin clothes, which are estimated to be either fox skins or mink skins.

Coupled with the ice and snow spears in the hands of the two of them, anyone who looks at it will feel a cold air rushing towards their faces, and only a white expanse is left in their eyes.

Princess Shu stared at them blankly for a while, and suddenly had a nonsensical thought, if these people's skin was a little more bloody, then their contours and facial features should still be quite handsome. Well, with human aesthetics.

Of course, the focus of Mo Feng's observation was completely different from hers, he first noticed that the spears in the hands of these two people were made of tough materials, the spear tips were sharp, and the workmanship was very delicate and delicate, I am afraid that it was at least at the level above the prefecture, and both of them had a bracelet studded with blue beads on their wrists, and there was a very strange fluctuation on them. What made Mo Feng even more vigilant was the diamond-shaped blue crystal between their eyebrows, which was as bright as a sapphire, but did it really not hurt to be embedded in the flesh and blood like this?

Ahem, I thought about it. Then again...... I always felt that the diamond-shaped crystal would not be a decoration, maybe it had something to do with the attack methods of this alien race.

Seeing that their steps were light and fluttering, and their ten fingers were slender and soft, it didn't seem like they had cultivated the physical power, but since they were holding spears, they must have a power similar to spiritual power, otherwise the soul master would not need this kind of weapon to fight directly.

Mo Feng's thoughts turned sharply, and when he saw that the two of them were expressionless, he said, "May I ask where this is?"

The tall woman on the opposite side turned to the thin boy and said, "Tassi Valley Rinonu?"

"Idy Idas. The boy shook his head in confusion.

Finished...... Is this rhythm another tragic situation of falling into a language barrier?

He was already so tired from dealing with Shu that Mo Feng was about to vomit blood, and now that he encountered this situation of not being able to communicate, he really had to smile bitterly.

I saw that the woman's face sank, and she said coldly: "Marinos Wu Da, Qiuqi Lima hey!"

Mo Feng felt bad, and subconsciously pulled out a long knife from the spirit ring, but he didn't expect the young man on the opposite side to instantly explode and stare at the long knife in his hand, and said loudly to the woman: "Ilius, Takida!"

"Black Illinois, scattered Siwo. The woman's face sank like water, and the tip of the spear pointed to the opposite side, as if she was telling the boy something.

"What are they talking about?" Fang Zijin had a bad premonition.