Ye Feng began to live in the bitter mother village.

Although he still had strong doubts about the Demon Beast Realm, Tang Geguo, and the relationship between humans and demon beasts, he still quickly suppressed these thoughts and put all his thoughts on how to recover from his injuries.

Only when his strength is restored and he becomes stronger can he be qualified to face this complicated situation and uncover the ultimate truth.

Therefore, Ye Feng sat outside Tan Zong's stone house every day, lazily basking in the sun, and it was a whole day.

Tan Zong set up another stone house next to the stone house, which was specially used for himself.

As for Ye Feng, Tan Zong explained to the villagers, saying that he was a distant relative, and he fooled the past casually. He couldn't help but be fooled, because he didn't know Ye Feng's origin at all, and he didn't dare to ask. In front of Ye Feng, the head of the bitter mother village, who had always been irritable, turned into a well-behaved little sheep.

For Ye Feng, the people in the village were full of fear, and most of them did not dare to approach.

"If you let your acquaintances see it, they're afraid they'll have such an expression!"

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed the muscles and bones on his face, and looked at the eyes projected around him lightly, those eyes were full of awe, fear, disgust, curiosity, all kinds of emotions, and so on.

Ye Feng knew the reason.

He was injured by a blow from the Shuangshou Tiger, a powerhouse of the Hedao Realm, and the whole person was like a tomato being smashed with a stick, and the whole person became sparse, and he could barely maintain a human form, and the bones on his face were also broken a lot, and the whole head looked weird and terrifying, ugly to the extreme.

When Tan Zong really saw Ye Feng's appearance clearly for the first time after the day, Rao is Tan Zong was bold, and he was also so frightened that his face turned white, and he shivered all over his body, and he didn't dare to look at Ye Feng at all.

Therefore, the people of the bitter mother village are disgusted and awe-inspiring towards Ye Feng, naturally there is no need to say much, if it weren't for Tan Zong secretly saying something to the people in the village and asking them to control the people below, I am afraid that the people in the village would have driven Ye Feng out a long time ago, where could he still be allowed to stay in the village?

Ye Feng didn't care about the opinions and thoughts of these people, he was a human being in the third life, and it was no longer just the eyes of some people who could affect his mood.

What he does every day now is to bask in the sun outside the stone house, and then press and pinch his body with one hand, and the bones make a crackling sound from time to time.

Ye Feng was like a puzzle, adjusting his state every day, returning himself to his original appearance little by little.

He runs the "Heaven and Earth Melting Pot Technique", burning his body up and down every day, and the little essence qi produced is all used by him to heal the body, and little by little to heal the defects and wounds inside the body.

And when he was hungry, Ye Feng went out directly, looking for powerful demon beasts, and killed them casually to serve as his own rations.

Ye Feng's days passed quietly and silently. Tan Zong didn't dare to come to talk to him, and the other villagers also stayed away from him, and Ye Feng was like a superfluous existence in the bitter mother village, and was quietly ignored by people.

"I don't know, how are Xue'er and the others doing on the Hundred Beast Mountain? I hope they won't be affected by the counterattack of the Demon Beast World......"

Ye Feng casually moved a bone to the correct position, and reassembled it with a click, with a faint look of longing on his face.

He spent a month peacefully in the Bitter Mother Village, adding up the time in the desert, this eighth trial, he had entered the demon beast realm for a full three and a half months.

......

......

While!

Qingzhou, misty swamp, hundred beast mountain.

A heavy and depressed bell rang slowly, and it instantly spread throughout the entire Hundred Beast Mountain.

The trialists who were still on the Hundred Beast Mountain, no matter what they were doing, all raised their heads at this time and looked at the big bell on the top of the Hundred Beast Mountain.

This big bell was erected more than two months ago and is called the Mourning Bell.

In addition to the mourning bell, there are two more large walls on the Hundred Beasts Mountain, on which are engraved with the names one by one. On one side is the Lost Wall, which represents the trialists who have been lost in the Demon Beast World and cannot return, and on the other side is the Wailing Wall, on which new names are engraved as soon as the mourning bell rings, allowing their relatives and friends to come to mourn, implying complete fall.

When a mourning bell rings, it represents the fall of a trialist.

In the past two months, the mourning bell has been rung 78 times, an average of once a day. This means that seventy-eight names have been left on the Wailing Wall.

As for the Lost Wall, there are even more names, and there are more than 390 people, all of whom are trialists who are trapped in the Demon Beast Realm and cannot escape.

"The last accident, the powerhouse of the Demon Beast Realm directly attacked the spatial passage of the Hundred Beast Mountain, causing a spatial shock storm, and it was precisely because of this that so many trialists fell inside. However, you can rest assured that the powerhouses of our alliance have already taken action, and even have great powers, always keeping an eye on the situation of the trialists, and once something happens, they will show their condition through the mourning bell and the wall of loss as soon as possible......"

On the side of the Boundary Piercing Hall, Qiao Wujian was explaining seriously to Qiao Tiandao, and the sound of the mourning bell came.

His voice stopped abruptly, and Qiao Tiandao's face also changed, and he swept towards the outside quickly.

Two large black walls stood at the bottom of the Twin Lotus Fields, next to the passages through which the trialists entered and exited. This is a projection of the Wall of Lost and the Wall of Wailing, with each petal on it, on which the trialist can see the situation of relatives and friends he knows.

Qiao Tiandao landed under the wailing wall, and when he saw the gray name displayed on it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked at the Lost Wall again, and at the top position, Ye Feng's name was still there, as if it was covered with a layer of fog.

"Great, Childe is fine!"

Qiao Tiandao heard a voice beside him that was as relieved as himself, and he turned his eyes to see that it was a woman wearing a long cyan dress, wearing a cold and white mask on her face.

"I knew that he was a cockroach and couldn't die. ”

Another girl landed in front of the double wall, her fists clenched, her mouth complaining, but tears of joy flashed in her eyes. Being stared at by Qiao Tiandao and the woman in the blue dress, the girl who came later couldn't help but wipe her tears and revealed a shining smile.

They are both fallen people at the end of the world, and they can experience their own feelings with each other, and they all have a sense of relief in their hearts.

"Woo woo woo woo ......"

Just when they were rejoicing that their relatives and friends were safe, under the Wailing Wall, a teenager fell to the ground and cried with tears streaming down his face, his eyes full of despair.

When the mourning bell rings, someone laughs, and someone cries. Unless it is an existence like a lone star, otherwise, there must be people who will be worried, sad, and painful.

Alas!

Qiao Tiandao sniffed, turned around and strode away.

His steps were more determined and powerful. Qiao Tiandao originally just participated in this Hundred Beast Mountain trial with the mentality of hanging a child, but now, he began to become serious, serious, and ready to do his best to improve his strength.

"In this land of China, no one should cry. If you really want to have a place to cry, the Demon Beast World is a very good choice!"

Qiao Tiandao came to the Boundary Piercing Hall again, and under Qiao Wujian's worried gaze, he stepped into the space door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Childe, I'm sure you'll be fine. I've worked hard to help you, but that's not enough, I have to work harder!"

The girl in the green dress wearing the mask also entered the Piercing Hall.

"Fengfeng, if you bring me out of the Void Cloud Country, then you will be responsible for my life, no matter where you run, I will find you, I swear. ”

Ji Momo stroked the scar on her arm and stepped into the space door with murderous energy.

"It's just such a little demon beast, it's not enough to kill!"

In the Demon Beast Realm, in a valley, a woman in white clothes was located on a towering rock in the center, and in all directions, all kinds of hideous demon beasts flew forward, almost blocking the valley tightly.

The woman stretched out her slender and slender hands, and her body swirled slightly, like a fairy in the snow, exuding a cool and long aura.

"Frost Heart's Divine Power: Ten Thousand Snow Frost Dragon Wave-"

The cold air was pervasive, as if two frost dragons were circling and cruising, and the entire valley was wandered in an instant, and all the demon beasts turned into ice sculptures, and their hideous faces were still lifelike in the ice and snow.

"Points, I need points, I want to change to the cup of eternal cold ice in the Fenbao Building, so that my strength can grow explosively, I can't go on like this anymore, I can't stand behind others forever!"

The cold face of the woman in white showed a hint of anxiety.

In fact, not only her, but also the people around Ye Feng were all affected by different influences because he fell into the demon beast realm, and they all began to feel the coming tide of this vast world.

Not only Ye Feng, but the fall and fall of many geniuses, to a certain extent, is a huge stimulus for the entire Shenzhou Continent.

Those fallen geniuses, those fallen trialists, each of them are the elite descendants of the various major sect families in Kyushu, one or two may not feel much yet, but there are nearly four hundred people, affecting all aspects of the Kyushu continent.

In the Shenzhou Continent, the breath of mountain rain began to become solemn, and many people who originally had a fluke had to face up to the changes in the general trend of this world and began to prepare for their own layouts.

(End of chapter)