In the face of this endless resentment, Qin Feng's expression was extremely solemn.

He sat cross-legged!

Shape as you like!

Soul to heart!

Three-life quenching recipe!

Qin Feng resolutely chose to run the Three Lives Quenching Technique to refine this endless resentment, his current physical condition is very bad, it can already be said that he has reached a limit, not to mention the hidden dangers that may be brought by forcibly absorbing these resentments, he can now be said to be drinking to quench his thirst.

Qin Feng knew very well the consequences of doing this, this infinite resentment was forcibly absorbed by him, he had almost no reason to be spared, and he would eventually explode and die, but Qin Feng would rather choose to do this than be eroded by this infinite resentment and eventually be called the walking dead.

However, just when he was just running the Three Lives Quenching Technique, a sudden change occurred, and he suddenly found that the endless resentment suddenly became even more crazy, like a storm coming, frantically pouring into his body!

What's going on?!

Qin Feng, who was ready to endure the tremendous pain caused by quenching this endless resentment, did not feel the painful feeling that was enough to make people crazy.

Not only did he not feel pain, but he was even pleasantly surprised to find that this resentment was quenched very quickly, and it immediately merged with his own spiritual power, as if they were originally of the same bloodline.

The whole body feels a feeling of extreme comfort.

This is?!

Qin Feng's expression was extremely pleasantly surprised!

It's confession!

These monks who were killed were all disciples of the Taixu Immortal Sect, and they suffered this tragedy, and their resentment was full of resentment, and they did not disperse for thousands of years, which was extremely terrifying.

In other words, anyone here will inevitably be eroded by endless resentment.

However, Qin Feng chose to use the three-life quenching recipe to fight to the death, but he gained vitality!

The master of these endless grievances, as a disciple of the Taixu Immortal Sect, is more obsessed with resentment, that is, the love for the sect and the unswerving follower to death, and the three-life quenching recipe, as the unique method of the Taixu Immortal Sect, is the symbol of the Taixu Immortal Sect!

Even with this endless resentment, in the face of the three-life quenching technique, the actions they made were not endless erosion, but were willingly quenched!

This is the obsession of the thousands of martyrdom cultivators of the Taixu Immortal Sect!

This obsession has endured hundreds of millions of years of vastness and loneliness!

Still so strong!

Thousands of years later, they still choose to give!

These grievances are the last manifestation of the existence of these monks in this world.

They are willing to give!

Sacrificial in general!

He was willing to turn into energy that could be extracted by the Three-Life Quenching Recipe for Qin Feng to improve his strength.

It's all because Qin Feng cultivates the Three-Life Quenching Technique!

Regarded as a disciple of the same sect by this endless resentment!

Endless resentment poured in, Qin Feng's spirit suddenly felt like he was in a trance, only to feel that the surrounding heaven and earth were shifting, the world was turned upside down, and then, endless pain swept over, and under this huge pain, the whole person's divine consciousness began to become a little trance.

Qin Feng knew that this was because these resentment energies were too huge, and his body was saturated and could no longer bear it, but this endless resentment was still pouring in.

In the entire bronze hall, there are at least tens of thousands of monks in distress, including more than 10,000 monks above the realm of Jindan, although after endless years of erosion, the energy contained in these grievances may not be as much as one ten-thousandth of the strength of these monks when they were alive, but the base is too large, and there are even the grievances of the great monks in the Yuan Infant Stage or even higher strength, so these grievances in this Bronze Hall add up to a very terrifying one, which may be equivalent to the strength of a monk above the Golden Pill, or even the strength of the monk in the Yuan Infant Realm, such a terrifying energy is by no means something that only Qin Feng, who has the strength of the ninth layer of Qi Practitioners, can withstand！

Are you really going to explode and die?!

Under the great pain, in Qin Feng's residual consciousness, there was an incomparably strong unwillingness!

At this time, in a trance, as if in a dream, everything became illusory.

Qin Feng seemed to see that under the sarcophagus, the white bones spread out like a tide, and a crystal clear skeleton lay there quietly.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The eyes seemed to be endlessly dark, only the crystal clear skeleton.

In that endless darkness, Qin Feng saw the skeleton clearly, an incomparably beautiful skeleton, and without a sound, the beautiful skeleton turned into a sky full of stars, and in the void, the light of the stars seemed to fall from the sky!

Starlight Convergence!

Transmogrification!

Hazy, unrecognizable woman.

However, a pair of eyes are so clear and real.

He saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

What kind of eyes are these, as bright as the most beautiful stars in the night sky.

The green silk flew, and the crystal-like eyes looked over.

It's like traveling through billions of years of waiting.

Speak silently.

This gaze dispelled the darkness of this heaven and earth, and replaced it with a vast starry sky.

By the time Qin Feng came to his senses, he was now sitting cross-legged, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was pale and terrifying.

The image from the previous image in my mind is gone.

However, the heart-rending pain did not disappear with the dissipation of the picture, and it was still tearing his nerves mercilessly.

Qin Feng endured this pain, his eyes closed slightly, and he was recalling and thinking about the picture in his mind before.

It's dreamlike, but some of the images are so real.

He escaped this catastrophe and avoided the doom of dying by exploding.

Not only that, Qin Feng suddenly found that the extremely serious injuries on his body had healed at this time, and it could even be said that he was unprecedentedly healthy, and the whole person was also at the peak of his strength.

Strength?

Qin Feng suddenly discovered that his strength at this time had actually jumped to the peak of the eleventh layer of Qi Practitioners, and he was only one step away from the last palace of the Twelve Palaces of Qi Training!

Breakthrough?

And it's a continuous breakthrough!

Qin Feng closed his eyes tightly, carefully perceiving his situation, at this time, his heart moved, he remembered the mysterious skeleton and the woman he transformed in the dreamlike picture, his eyes flickered.

At this moment, a picture appeared in Qin Feng's divine sense:

The bright starlight spread, and an ancient and vast starry sky unfolded in the void like a picture scroll.

A thin middle-aged man stood in the vast starry sky, the thin figure looked extremely lonely, this lonely and thin figure, but exuded a palpitating atmosphere, under the background of the monstrous starlight, the man in a bloody suit seemed to be the king who came from the Shura hell, and the power was terrifying.

A pair of bloody eyes opened, and his voice was like a flood of bells:

Too void and eternal, the fire will not be extinguished, when the hundred saints return, the day of destroying the gods and slaughtering the Buddha!

A golden light 'shot straight out' towards the Qin Feng Divine Sea!

Qin Feng woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, looked at it deeply, and then saw such a scene:

A skeleton let out a mournful 'edict', and then turned into powder!

Two!

Three!

Almost instantly, countless bones turned into powder, and countless golden words of the word 'edict' pierced the void, and the sound shook the sky!

Qin Feng's mind seemed to have seen the calendar of the year:

Countless Taixu monks followed one after another, bloody, professed, generous and sad, and went to their deaths......