In the black tower, a smile gradually appeared on the face of Chenfeng, whose eyes were closed. If Morrowind can't speak at this moment, he will definitely laugh out loud.

In this wonderful state, in this mysterious black tower, on this seemingly ordinary futon, Morrowind experienced an all-round sublimation of life.

Many confusions in cultivation and medicine refining were easily solved, and even his own state of mind became extremely mellow and free, which was a wonderful feeling of mystery and mystery.

"Hoo ......"

I don't know how long it took, Chenfeng ended this rare realization, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and only felt relaxed, and the whole body was indescribably comfortable.

"Boom!"

Just as Chenfeng was about to get up, a suffocating breath suddenly greeted him, pointing directly at Chenfeng's mind like a slashing head and covering his face.

Chenfeng couldn't help but sit on the futon, and he only felt like he was drowning, and it was difficult to breathe.

"What is this?"

This is the first thought of the morning breeze, and this breath is like substance, giving people a feeling of chill all over the body. Fortunately, after the breath invaded the body, there was no follow-up action, which made the frightened Chenfeng feel a lot more at ease.

"Come to think of it, isn't this the strange feeling I had when I first entered the fourth floor? ”

Morrowind finally knew the source of this aura, the feeling that was unique to the fourth layer, and which made him very upset.

I don't know how long it took, Morrowind exhausted all means, but still couldn't get rid of the influence of this breath, and lost the battle against this strange feeling, and the whole person fell into chaos again.

It's like a dream, but it's so real.

Chenfeng is standing in the sky of the fourth layer of Yunshan at the moment, and the entire fourth floor is in full view, and those seriously destroyed houses, the miserable mountains of corpses and bones, the dead grass all over the mountains and the pitch-black wooden stakes standing silently constitute a strange picture.

The morning breeze is like a puppet held by a string, moving back and forth between these scenery things, forced to watch it all with a cold eye.

At one point, the scene suddenly changed, it was the scene when the morning breeze first came to the first floor of Yunshan, rows of dilapidated houses with gray walls and white tiles, broken branches and willows everywhere, the air was full of the smell of decay, and of course, the deathly silence.

Silent and oppressive, quiet and lonely, the morning breeze still magically floated in the sky, like a bystander, he walked through many places, and even many places he had not been to before.

After a long time, the scene changed again, this time it was a two-story barren desert, flying sand and stones, not a single inch of grass grows, and the majestic and solemn atmosphere made people awe-inspiring.

After that, the morning breeze traveled through the third layer of Yunshan as a bystander without exception, and the dead silence of the snow was different from the barrenness of the previous ones, which had a unique taste.

A magical journey, Chenfeng is in it, as if it is just a moment, and as if it has experienced thousands of years, Chenfeng only feels that there is a feeling of extreme tiredness in his head, which only makes people drowsy.

Just when Morrowind felt weak and about to fall into a deep sleep, the scene in the dream suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

First the first layer of the now lush scene, then the second layer of the golden desert is boundless, and finally the third layer of those tireless snowflakes that flutter like elves, all vividly evolving one by one in front of their eyes again.

Looking at the continuous switching of the scene in front of him, Chenfeng grasped a trace of the key, as if he was passively feeling and watching some kind of change in the first three layers of Yunshan at this moment.

Is it the prosperity and failure? Is it the boundlessness of time and the ruthlessness of the years? Or is it the cycle of life and the alternation of prosperity?

Just when Chenfeng was in the midst of demonic obstacle-like hard thinking, even Chengyu outside Yunshan was not idle.

Continuously inject mighty mana into the smooth stone wall, although the stone wall has not changed much, but the narrow passage behind the stone wall into the cloud mountain has changed a lot, the original black rumbling passage is bright and bright as day at the moment, not to mention, the passage is slowly shortening at this moment.

Just as the passage was finally shortened to the thickness of a door, Lian Chengyu suddenly withdrew his mana, and with both hands shot out an extremely complex magic seal, and slammed it into the passage that was still hidden behind the stone wall.

"Boom ......"

A low sound came from behind the stone wall, first the passage that had turned into a door of light, and then the entire cloud mountain shook lightly a few times, and even the four-story black tower where the morning breeze was located shook slightly.

"It's finally done, damn it, it's really tough. ”

After half a day of tossing, Lian Chengyu had no mana in his body, and at this moment he sat on the ground dejectedly, took out a pill the size of a dragon's eye from his arms and swallowed it in one bite, scolding in his mouth.

"Why hasn't this kid come out yet? Nothing will happen, there shouldn't be anything wrong here, um, that's what kind of fun is going on? Well, let's go take a look, I'm pretty busy here anyway." ”

After recovering a few percent of his strength, Lian Chengyu suddenly remembered that the morning breeze had not returned, and muttered while getting up and walking towards Yunshan.

The moment Lian Chengyu's figure appeared on the top of the fourth-story low mountain, Lian Chengyu was completely stunned, and his whole body stiffened, unable to move a single step.

The shock on Lian Chengyu's face was no less than the morning breeze that had first arrived here.

After all, Lian Chengyu's cultivation is profound, and at first glance, he can see the entire four-layer corpse mountain and sea of bones clearly, those corpses and bones that are miserable, those undead who are so resentful that they do not enter reincarnation, Lian Chengyu's face gradually showed sadness, his eyes were red, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and his hands clenched involuntarily, making a gurgling sound.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Lian Chengyu roared wildly, and the sound moved the four fields. There was a bone-chilling coldness in his voice, as well as a deep helplessness.

In the face of this tragedy that has been preserved for nearly 10,000 years, Lian Chengyu can understand the despair here more than Chenfeng. 18,000 Inner Sect disciples, a number of elders, a peerless girl in the cardamom years, and a high-spirited genius boy, all of them!

"Mood?"

Standing on the top of the mountain for a long time, Lian Chengyu gradually regained his senses, stared at the gray sky overhead, and let out a puzzled sound. The erratic, gossamer-like breath in this heaven and earth is a certain artistic conception.

"Not good!"

After confirming that the breath was the artistic conception, Lian Chengyu suddenly let out a scream and flew towards the black tower standing in the center of the fourth floor.

In the Black Tower, the morning breeze has been quiet at the moment after the magical journey of Fang Cai. Sitting on the inconspicuous futon, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, as if he was pondering some difficult problem.

Before Lian Chengyu came to the Black Tower, he first looked at the Black Tower with a complicated expression, and then pushed open the door and walked up the spiral stairs step by step, without flying directly to the top of the tower.

When Lian Chengyu came to the top of the tower, Chenfeng was still meditating with his eyes closed, and Lian Chengyu observed for a long time and did not make a sound to disturb. Just standing on the edge and looking at the scene full of sorrow around him, he was silent.

"Hmmm......"

I don't know how long it took, the morning breeze let out a soft snort, and I woke up slowly.

The originally dark eyes were a little gray at the moment, although the gray disappeared in a flash, but it was still keenly noticed by Lian Chengyu.

"Uncle Lian?"

Chenfeng saw Lian Chengyu, and he couldn't tell the difference between the dream and reality, so he had to snort softly in order to verify.

"But do you have any feelings?" asked Lian Chengyu reluctantly squeezing out a smile.

"Feeling, it seems that I have had a long dream, and I have seen the rise and fall of the first few layers of Yunshan countless times in the dream, and finally it seems like I am asleep, so strange......"

Morrowind relayed this experience to Lian Chengyu, and he didn't know what was going on, so he could only hope that Lian Chengyu would solve his doubts.

"That's the artistic conception, I didn't expect you to come into contact with the artistic conception so early, I really don't know if it's good or bad!"

After listening to Chenfeng's words, Lian Chengyu completely confirmed the thoughts in his heart, and said with some emotion.

"Mood?"

Morrowind was confused, what was this, he had heard of it for the first time.

"Artistic conception, also known as mystery, can be understood as the true meaning of a certain power between heaven and earth, and if you understand this true meaning, you will naturally be able to use its power. So, you understand, right?"

Lian Chengyu thought about it for a while before explaining to Chenfeng in the most straightforward way.

"Well, understood. ”

After all, so many books in Chenfeng are not read in vain, in fact, when Lian Chengyu said the mystery, he understood, and he saw many strong people who comprehended the mystery of different things from the book, such as those who comprehended the mystery of water, they could turn over the clouds and rain between their hands and feet, and those who comprehended the mystery of fire could get twice the result with half the effort.

"Do you know what kind of artistic conception you have just understood?"

Lian Chengyu saw that Chenfeng understood the mystery, so he no longer explained in a wordy way, but asked directly.

"Should... It should be life and death!" Morrowind thought about it, still a little uncertain.

"Are you sure?"

Lian Chengyu blurted out, his expression excited, it turned out that from beginning to end, he couldn't be sure what kind of artistic conception power Chenfeng comprehended.

"Well, you shouldn't be wrong. I thought about it for a long time, and I realized that death comes from life, and life contains death, and the rest is not very clear for the time being. Morrowind said with certainty.

"It's already good, practice more in the future, don't waste it. ”

Even Chengyu obviously stayed at the level of knowing the mystery of life and death, and as for how to cultivate, he knew very little.

"This artistic conception of life and death is very powerful in the back?"

Chenfeng saw Lian Chengyu's initial expression in his eyes, so he asked tentatively.

"Amazing? Sort of, the so-called mysteries, in fact, there is no difference between strength and weakness, the strength of the mysteries depends on the degree of comprehension of the cultivators, and the comprehension of the mysteries in the later stage, even if there is a slight breakthrough, the corresponding strength of the mysteries will increase exponentially. ”

Lian Chengyu seemed to think of something, and his face was embarrassed.

"Uncle Lian, what happened here?"

Chenfeng nodded, looked at the scene around the Great Black Tower, and asked subconsciously.

"This fourth floor of Yunshan used to be a place for the inner disciples of the Yunshan Sect to live and cultivate, and what we see is actually just a residential area. Did you see the low mountain over there, it was the place where we teleported from, there were still many buildings near the low mountain, there were teahouses, restaurants, trading shops, martial arts arenas and the like, and now they no longer exist. ”

Lian Chengyu said truthfully, his voice sighing.

Chenfeng listened to Lian Chengyu's words and looked at everything around him in silence.

The morning breeze seems to see that 10,000 years ago, this place was full of people and traffic, just like the city written in the book.

Occasionally, when a high-ranking person comes to the Black Tower to solve his doubts, the surroundings will be quiet, and there will be thousands of monks sitting under the Black Tower, circle after circle.