Cultivators generally don't sleep, but Xu Feng is used to sleeping, because he heard that staying up late will cause sudden death.

But tonight, Xu Feng had no intention of sleeping, because tomorrow was an important day, and he had to push himself again.

Xu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, was ethereal, and a mysterious thought was released, and he came to the other world in the black sword again, it was still a cold wind raging, and there was no daylight, but because of the experience of the last time, Xu Feng was much calmer.

The wind howled, and the whole world was gray, biting, and cold.

Numb and heavy footsteps, like a walker staggering in hell. If there is torture in hell, walking in this other world is probably the harshest punishment in hell.

It was as if every inch of muscle, every organ was frozen and cracked, then shattered into tiny debris, and then frozen and cracked, and then shattered again. And over and over again, and so on.

The point is, it's a slow process that allows you to feel the slightest pain clearly.

It's like a stone that is crushed, crushed, and then more shattered.

Xu Feng once heard of a kind of torture, sewing a living person into a freshly peeled cowhide, and then setting it on a fire to roast slowly, as the blood inside and outside the cowhide steamed dry little by little, the cowhide will be like a tightened linen, getting tighter and tighter, and the people inside are hooped to death.

It's just that it's not cowhide that's slowly tightening here, but the cold air currents that can't be seen or touched.

Knowing that it was a sea of fire and an iceberg, Xu Feng still wanted to explore it, because he wanted to compete for the Dao Yuan of this Tsing Yi test, and with his current strength, he was still too weak, so he wanted to try his luck again in this different world.

Raising his head, an extremely cold breath slowly spit out from Xu Feng's mouth, condensing into countless strange pictures in the dark air, slightly white and hazy, like an illusion, mysterious and abnormal.

The pace was still difficult, but Xu Feng still managed to reach the edge of the cliff step by step.

If this is a world, this is the apex of the world, with endless mountains on one side and unfathomable darkness on the other.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

Xu Feng felt the endless darkness, as if there was a world-destroying demon below, but in an instant, he hurriedly put away his thoughts.

This time, the voice was not remembered, Xu Feng simply sat cross-legged on the black cliff, letting his body be washed by the cold wind.

As time passed, the original brown palaces in the Xu Feng Mud Pill Palace, as well as those ethereal divine thoughts that were as crimson as magma, became lighter and lighter in color until they became transparent, like crystal ice.

Just like being covered with ice crystals, and like a mud fetus Buddha statue is gilded with a body, the practitioner needs to wash his bones when he enters the golden stone realm, but that is only the body, from the cultivator's perception of the vitality of heaven and earth, after the opening of the apocalypse, the mud pill palace has begun to take shape, and it will never change in the long years of cultivation in the future.

However, at this moment, Xu Feng's mud pill palace that was full of thoughts was slowly being rebuilt.

Just as a cicada sheds its bulky carapace and spreads its wings, a snake sheds its torn skin and regains its agility.

If the old gentlemen who taught cultivation in Dongcheng Academy knew that Xu Feng had recast the mud pill, they would definitely go crazy, because in their lifelong cultivation philosophy, the foundation of the cultivator was laid at the place of the apocalypse, and there was no possibility of the mud pill being reforged, and they had taught it this way for hundreds, thousands of years, and the reality was indeed like this.

Things that have crossed the cognition of the cultivation world are happening to Xu Feng.

With the reshaping of the Mud Pill Palace, countless white or pale yellow gases overflowed from Xu Feng's ears and nose, like impurities washed away, and those gases transformed into various patterns in the air.

There are quiet landscapes, quiet rice fields, piles of gold and silver, and girls with affection. Each pattern is Xu Feng's inherent obsession.

Break the attachment and open the mind, wash the god and be reborn.

After a long period of pain, Xu Feng began to feel a kind of pleasure, which was the pleasure of penetrating the heavens and the earth, even in this other world, the divine thoughts moved slightly, and they reached thousands of miles away in an instant.

In the black clouds, several eyeless crows stared vigilantly at the figure on the cliffside, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Wail...... Croak......

The black clouds rolled, and those crows fell from the dark clouds with a scream as if they had been hit by sharp arrows, but before they could hit the ground, they turned into black smoke and dissipated without a trace.

............

When Xu Feng opened his eyes, the white of the fish belly in the east had just been smeared on the sky.

A nice sunny day for making a name for yourself.

He casually glanced at the white porcelain teapot on the table, his mind moved slightly, and the teapot exploded into pieces with a snap.

The broken porcelain with white mist shot into the cracks of the brick wall, and then a large piece of the wall instantly turned into ice white and fell in a slump.

Xu Feng collected his mind, he wasn't sure what kind of realm his divine cultivation had reached, he only knew that it was very strong, countless times stronger than his own yesterday.

Xu Feng touched himself very cold, as if the cold air of that world had not yet been exhausted. Not only is Zhenyuan's secluded mansion cool, but even the heart is also cold, as if he is more indifferent to everything in this world.

As he was thinking, he heard the sound of his heartbeat dozens of feet away.

"Dingbo, if you have something, just say it. Xu Feng said softly.

Ding Bo held a basket in his hands, looked around suspiciously, and found that there was no one around, but he clearly heard someone talking in his ear.

Ding Bowei hesitated, and after thinking about it, he was immediately overjoyed and ran towards Xu Feng's small room.

Xu Feng's gaze fell on the basket on Ding Bo's arm. Immediately knew that on the surface there were a few water spinachs and inside were thick silver tickets.

"The immortals know everything. Ding Bo said with some uneasiness.

The well-maintained hand, with a topaz wrench on his thumb, gently stroked the water spinach.

"Xu Shangxian, all this silver is given to you, you bet for me, earn us fifty-five, and lose mine. ”

In terms of fame, Xu Feng is not very loud, at least compared to Xianjianmen and Sanqingdao, he is a nobody.

Xu Feng smiled: "Do you believe me?"

"I inquired in the Taoist temple through my relatives, and the name of Xu Shangxian is known to everyone, and everyone knows it. ”

Xu Feng laughed, too, I am afraid that he is notorious in Sanqing Dao.

Uncle Ding is an understanding person, and he must have heard something, but it is not easy to dare to make a decisive move and smash all his net worth into it.

No wonder there is no worry about food and clothing, and his son is a tool, and he is still so well maintained at such an old age, because he has this ability, or mental strength, and if he has mental strength, he will be blessed.

"Boss Ding is a blessed man. ”

After Xu Feng finished speaking, he was not polite and took the silver ticket.

Ding Bo bowed his hand again and again, and when he saw the porcelain pot with a piece of powder on the ground, he was slightly stunned, but he didn't see it, and retreated respectfully.