Life experience, a secret hidden in the depths of memory, although Leng Feng is very eager to know, but such a result makes his heart churn all over the world, thousands of thoughts, entwined in his heart, wry smile, helpless and extremely uncomfortable. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info couldn't accept this ending for a while.

"Leng Feng, the bridge is about to collapse. ”

Jiang Wenwang on the other side of the wooden bridge shouted, and he clearly felt that the wooden bridge trembled.

Hearing Jiang Wenwang's voice, Leng Feng immediately sobered up, his face was still hesitant, he really hoped that the previous picture was fake, and the next step was to reappear under the wooden bridge.

This is an old man covered in blood, the old man's face is pale, but Leng Feng will never admit it, this is the grandfather who raised him, the old man's body trembled, the blood stained the bed in his arms, Leng Feng fixed his eyes, it was his infant self.

The old man walked with difficulty in his arms, but in the end he still could not hold on, and collapsed outside a quiet village.

"King, milk, milk. ”

This is Yang Yun's grandmother, and she is also the grandmother who loves herself the most in the village, at that time the grandmother was still very young, put down the hoe on her shoulder, and hurriedly ran to Leng Feng's grandfather's side, looking at the old man covered in blood, Grandma Wang couldn't help but put down one, suddenly he heard the baby's cry, and immediately endured fear, pushed the old man away, and saw Leng Feng in swaddling clothes.

Then he hugged Leng Feng like crazy, ran towards the village, and after a while, he put himself next to a baby girl, and then took care of Grandpa Yang and Uncle Yang and ran outside the village.

Looking at the baby girl who was looking at the baby, Leng Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Cloud, sister, sister. ”

This is a Yang Yun who has been bullying and taking care of himself since he was a child, and it is the first time he has seen Yang Yun at this age, the baby's self, when he saw Yang Yun, his eyes showed curiosity, and he couldn't help but stop crying, looking at himself who stopped crying, Yang Yun looked at it questioningly, and then stretched out his little hand and pinched his face, and suddenly the baby's cry started again.

Looking at this scene, Leng Feng crossed a black line on his eyebrows, the picture was dim again, reminiscing is a very beautiful thing, at this moment he really wanted to go back to the original village and take a look at this Sister Yun who had been bullying him.

The third step fell, and the picture under the bridge surged again, this is his childhood self, the grandfather on the side is weaving a bamboo basket, Leng Feng looked at it comfortably, this picture has repeatedly appeared in his heart, this time he can see it again, tears are still wet on his cheeks.

followed by the fourth step, this scene Leng Feng was very clear, this was the first time he took the wooden sword of the Yang Yun family, although it was with the consent of Grandma Wang, but he was still reprimanded by his grandfather, and ordered himself to send the wooden sword back. Although he couldn't hear those words, Leng Feng still remembered them in his heart.

"Xiao Feng, can you take whatever you like, people don't mind, you can't take it, what you want Grandpa can make for you, go and send this wooden sword back. ”

Leng Feng on the wooden bridge showed a smile, and his face with tears was very ugly.

"Grandpa, I will not forget your nurturing grace, even if you steal me, I will never blame you. ”

The next few steps are all things that he has experienced, the death of his grandfather, meeting Chilin, meeting Mu Zichen, Mu family ancestral land, small heart, no man's land, Tianling Valley, etc., until he walked to the middle of the bridge, Leng Feng saw his scene on the death platform, and the next moment Leng Feng frowned.

He clearly remembered that when Du Huatian and Jiang Wenwang stepped forward, their faces were worried. It's like thinking of something. Leng Feng showed a shocked look, the first half of the bridge is the past, and this latter section is the future.

His heart churned, he was no longer the little monk he used to be, knowing this cause and effect, and being able to intervene in the future of the Dao was definitely not something that a Tiantai monk could do.

The shock is shock, but Leng Feng did not stop his pace, he took one step at a time, and the scene below was showing, this was a blue world, Leng Feng and Mu Zichen walked together, and they laughed, and from time to time they could see Mu Zichen's blush.

Looking at this scene, Leng Feng smiled, he really didn't expect to meet Mu Zichen again in this year of death. The picture is fleeting, several times shorter than the previous one. At this moment, Leng Feng frowned again, but after a while, he came to his senses, thinking about it, the future is too involved, and it is enough to have a short scene.

The next step fell, and there was an abyss in front of him, even though it was only a projection, Leng Feng standing on the bridge could also feel the deep demonic energy, and the demonic energy was like a wave, desperately hitting the boundary wall. Looking at this scene, Leng Feng fell into deep thought, where is this? Why did he appear in his future, could it be that this place is his own, and in the near future, he wants to go?

The demonic qi is so deep, unless he is brainless, how can he go, he didn't see himself in this scene, maybe he should be outside the boundary wall.

Another step, the picture under the bridge surged, it was a demonic figure, under the figure of ten thousand beings trembling, the mighty demonic energy superimposed on the sky, and under that firmament, the figure suddenly turned back, with an evil smile on his face, which made Leng Feng's heart tremble, it turned out to be himself.

Before he had time to think about it, the wooden bridge snapped and broke, and Leng Feng, who had lost his center of gravity, hurriedly flew into the sky, but found that he couldn't exert spiritual power on this abyss, not even soul power, and a roar came out, Du Huatian and Jiang Wenwang on the shore hurriedly came back to their senses, looking at the falling cold front, and their hearts couldn't help twitching.

The divine sense hurriedly poked out, but was bounced back by the abyss.

"How so. Jiang Wenwang was a little angry, with unwillingness on his face, for some reason, Leng Feng's death actually made his heart tremble, you must know that he crawled out of the blood prison, and he didn't even blink an eyelid when he killed people. At this moment, seeing his opponent passing, there was an inexplicable desolation.

Suddenly, a sentence from his master sounded in his mind, his master was also a strong man in assassination, and in another conversation, he asked.

"Master, who is your biggest enemy in this life? ”

The old man was silent for a long time with reminiscence. Then he spoke slowly.

"Jiang Liu'er. The voice was a little hoarse, but he could distinguish it.

"And who's your best friend in life?"

Although they are killers, every killer has a close friend. Jiang Wenwang's words made the old man silent again, and after a long time, the old man spoke again.

"Jiang Liu'er. ”

The figure was still hoarse, but it made Jiang Wenwang frown, how could this biggest enemy and best friend be the same person, at this moment he was in a trance.

Suddenly he looked at Du Huatian, at this moment he was still sitting cross-legged pranayama, Jiang Wenwang was a little puzzled, he and Leng Feng had known each other for a long time, why Leng Feng's death had no effect on him at all.

"You're so calm. The voice was full of mockery.

For Jiang Wenwang's ridicule, Du Huatian shook his head and sneered.

"Believe it or not, in less than an hour, that guy will be able to climb up. ”

"Why are you so confident, do you know that the abyss under this bridge can't exert spiritual power. Jiang Wenwang sneered again, amused by Du Huatian's self-confidence.

"What's this, you can't exert spiritual power in hell, this guy is not alive and well. ”

Thinking about the area of the Buddha Cave, Du Huatian was very confident in it, it was the legendary eighteenth layer of hell, not to mention the demon suppressed in it, it was the boundary wall that absorbed spiritual power, it was not something that a concentrating god could withstand, and at that time he was still a virtual realm.

Leng Feng, who fell into the abyss, turned pale, suddenly stretched out his hands along his arms, and slammed them on the stone wall, fortunately, Leng Feng's physique was unbeatable, even ordinary demon cultivators were difficult to compare, and his arms were like two shovels, which were fiercely inserted into the stone wall, stopping his own fall.

Leng Feng, who stabilized his body, looked down, a trace of familiarity, calling to himself, this place was extremely dark, even darker than the previous netherworld, his divine sense could not be detected, and his eyes could not see. Only his hands climbed on the strange rocks.

After a long time, Leng Feng was ruthless, and slowly searched downward, perhaps, the broken wooden bridge was not a coincidence, but in the past long years, someone deliberately did it. But if this is the case, the more Leng Feng's heart trembles, the more he can calculate such an accurate realm, what realm of monks should be.

The breath of the call became more and more intense, and the speed at which the cold front descended became slower and slower, and gradually a faint red light appeared below, although it was only faint, but for the cold front at this time, it was like the morning sun cutting through the black clothes.

It was another time for a stick of incense, and Leng Feng was already at the source of this call, holding the stone wall with both hands, his face solemn and unbearable.

This is a ball of blood, a ball of living blood, blood floats in the void, in the middle of the night like a bright moon in the middle of the night, looking at the blood, Leng Feng didn't dare to do anything, he knew very well that he couldn't use any spiritual power and soul power here, if it weren't for his amazing physique, I am afraid that he would have fallen down at this time.

Suddenly, the blood moved, like a flame, boiling and burning, and gradually approached Leng Feng, looking at such a change, Leng Feng shouted, turned around and climbed up, but the blood, faster and faster, was placed next to Leng Feng in an instant, without the slightest hesitation, and submerged into Leng Feng's body.

"Ah~~~"

Leng Feng let out a ghost howl, trying to dodge but had already been submerged by it, the submersion of blood made this place dark again, Leng Feng couldn't help but touch the place where the flames had submerged, except for an extra mark, he didn't find any discomfort.

But when Leng Feng let go, an old sentence came to his mind.

"Don't forget the tow I sent you. ”