Xu Feng struggled in the cold wind, and the further he walked to the end of this world, the lower the temperature became.

At this time, Xu Feng already felt that his body was being coagulated a little bit, every step he took, he was moving his steps with difficulty, and even the speed of blood flow was decreasing.

This kind of yin and cold can't even resist the body of gold and stone. This gray and black world doesn't seem to welcome the arrival of a human being, let alone a human being, gritting his teeth and forcing to the end of countless mountains step by step.

Xu Feng used the realm of gold and stone, the divine thoughts of the divine thought master, could have traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and when he first arrived in this world, it was indeed across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in a moment, but the more he got to the end, the more difficult it was to travel, until the gray turned into darkness, and the mountains were all pitch black, but Xu Feng always felt that behind the endless mountains, there was a dazzling light waiting for him.

I never thought that there was such a vast and strange world hidden in the black sword, and if I wanted to completely solve this secret, I was afraid that I would have to see the light behind the mountains.

It was a feeling, not a real glow coming from behind the black mountains.

Half an hour, an hour, the night was getting darker and darker, and the neighbors in the Ding family's compound had fallen asleep.

These foreigners who came to Yingdu to survive felt that it was extremely cold tonight, and the quilt on their bodies was like cold iron doused with cold water, and they couldn't gather a trace of warmth.

In the corner of the compound, the hut where Xu Feng lived, with a thick layer of hoarfrost on the door, Xu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, had become an ice sculpture at this time.

For some reason, all the water vapor in the air fell on his body, and then it continued to condense into crystal ice, wrapping Xu Feng in it layer by layer.

See tomorrow!

In the night, Xu Feng sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, put his fingers together, flicked the long sword in his hand, and countless thoughts flooded in his heart.

In the Tsing Yi test, it is clear that he will meet many old people, whether it is the disciples of the sect at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, or those Taoist priests who have been offended by him, it doesn't matter if he wants to see it or not, but the person he wants to see the most should not have news yet.

There is Xiaoying's name on the list of heaven and earth dragons and tigers, so which sect she has entered to practice, whether she will come to Yingdu, and whether she will participate in the competition of Taixu Palace three days later. These, for Xu Feng, are still unknown.

Thinking of the old man with a wooden hairpin on his head, Xu Feng still had a trace of coldness in his heart. The master of that realm, if it weren't for this strange sword in his hand, his life would probably be lost.

He didn't know what conspiracy he was facing in the future, or what kind of shocking secrets he was hiding in his body, so that he could provoke such a master to watch.

The moment he came out of the tower, he knew that he was still too weak in front of the strong, and the Tsing Yi test in front of him was an opportunity, as long as he entered the Taixu Palace of Dongcheng Courtyard, countless classic martial arts, countless magical exercises, and it was not a casual learning.

You only have one life, so why not be greedy.

Xu Feng will definitely not waste this opportunity in this world, he not only wants to become the strong man of his dreams, shelter those things he has always cared about, but also have a deeper purpose. He wanted to figure out the mystery that the old man of Tiangen had not solved—why he could enter the apocalypse even though he was unable to communicate with the five veins. Because according to the records of various cultivation classics, I am obviously an ordinary person who cannot embark on the path of cultivation, but I am enlightened. Xu Feng vaguely felt that the difference between him and other people in this world was a very important point, and he had to firmly grasp this point.

On the Shenyuan Continent, it is recognized that there is only one person who knows the best about cultivation, and that is Long Qianqiu.

Moreover, Xu Feng has always had a strong impulse in his heart, that is, to solve the mystery of his body, he doesn't know if there is a special passage between the universe, so that the life of another world can continue to interpret his life in a completely different time and space.

But this really happened to him! Xu Feng in the past, of course, has also seen all kinds of legends about the past and the future, but after all, those are all dramas for amusement, and only when he becomes that strange person himself does he really realize how big this impulse to find the reason is. It's like a child who grows up and longs to find his birth mother.

And he felt he had the power to find the truth. If you find this truth and unravel it...... Xu Feng couldn't believe what he was facing, it was an answer that was enough to subvert his heart, about rebirth, about eternity, about life and death, about God.

However, for life and death and the future, it is this Long Qianqiu who has absolute authority. Therefore, no matter from which aspect, you must meet this legendary dean of Dongcheng Academy, not to mention the opportunity to get the cultivation of Dongcheng Academy.

Participate in the Taixu Palace competition and win the top three, and you will have the opportunity to meet this supreme powerhouse who has a reputation on the mainland.

Among the 300 disciples who won the Tsing Yi test, three were selected. Xu Feng scratched his head and thought, three people, too few!

"Why, why!" Xu Feng asked himself lightly.

There are miracles in this world, such as one's own experience, but there are no absolute miracles, such as people who have never learned, it is absolutely impossible to win the first place among hundreds of people.

With a snap, slender fingers flicked on the sword. "It's up to you, can you do it?" Xu Feng asked again.

However, this time, the black sword, which had always been like stagnant water, turned out to be a little strange, like a dusty waste that no one had touched for many years, and some black dust was like nothing on the black sword.

The black dust was like scattered smoke, and the moment it fell from the sword body, it disappeared.

Could it be that the Golden Stone Realm has been able to open the secret in the black sword! Xu Fengdao pointed slightly, and flicked it a few times again, but there was no movement again.

This strange black sword, which has been following him for a long time, is still like an unopened box, and it is full of secrets.

Judging from the previous combat experience, only by fighting hard and driving the true yuan and divine thoughts in the body to a state of madness, on the edge of the true yuan's silence, can this black sword exert its greatest power.

This state depends on chance, and only when the state is at its best, can the true element and divine thoughts be brought into full play.

It's more important to look at the opponent. Fortunately, those opponents in the past were either the competition of the sect and would not have to worry about their lives, or there were many disciples whose realm was not as good as their own, so they stepped forward to warm up and stimulate the true yuan in their bodies little by little.

On an occasion like the Dragon and Tiger List, an opponent like Daoist Zhu Zhi is of course the most suitable, but there are very few such opportunities, for fear of encountering the old Taoist master in the northern suburbs, I am afraid that Zhenyuan will be defeated in the hands of the other party before it is released.

Therefore, the most important thing is to improve one's realm, and be able to enter the state of all the true elements and divine thoughts at the peak of the Apocalypse at will, so that he can steadily give full play to the advantages of the Dao Sword in his hand and improve his combat strength.

Judging from previous combat experience, this dark sword can restrain the attack of the opponent's divine thoughts during the battle, like a bottomless black vortex, but it is completely open to Xu Feng's divine thoughts.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng slowly crossed his divine thoughts into the black sword, and there was no reaction in the past, but at this time it was completely different.

With a bang, Xu Feng's mind trembled, and he came to a strange world.

A vast and boundless space unfolded in Xu Feng's divine thoughts, completely different from the real world, which was completely gray. The mountains, the earth, the rivers, and even the withered and withered plants and trees are gray.

The never-ending cold wind howled and raged, and large black clouds floated on the gray sky, and the clouds were constantly swept up by the wind, torn, and fell to the ground, turning into black fog.

Xu Feng was moved by the depression that he had never been able to do.

Beyond a rocky bare hill and at the bottom of a valley covered with grey rocks, a few crows stood on top of bent dead wood.

There is still life here, what kind of world is this!

Xu Feng was shocked, and then looked at those crows, but they were like pieces of paper without a soul, falling from the trees one after another, making a monotonous ...... Quack. The crows didn't even have eyes, and the sides of their heads shook to create a deep black hole.

The further you go, the stronger the cold wind, the colder it becomes between the gray heaven and the earth, as if walking in a world built of ice for hundreds of millions of years, those gray mountains, the earth, like condensed frozen soil, hard and cold, as far as the eye can see, the gray hills are undulating, and the black clouds are like paper ashes flying up after the memorial, rolling up and shaking in the low air.

At this time, Xu Feng's black hair had some fine ice crystals, and there was also a layer of frost on his eyebrows and eyelashes, he closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and his hands fell calmly on the sword body, as if he was thinking deeply.