The repair secret technique was running rapidly, Ning Fei struggled to shake his body, a slight crisp sound kept sounding on his body, and a layer of pitch-black blood scabs fell off his body like molting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The essence power that overflowed around was quickly swallowed by him, it was the essence of the Heavenly Tribulation, and it also contained a little bit of the essence of the hidden old man.

The emptiness in the body was quickly filled, and although the strength did not increase, it clearly felt that it had changed, as if the existence of life was more real than before.

Clenched his fists slightly, every power in his body was stronger and easier to manipulate, as if this was the real power he could have, although he could use it before, it seemed to be borrowed.

Ning Fei understood that this was a kind of transformation, he didn't understand whether it was because of the Heavenly Tribulation or because of the Hidden Old Man, after all, the Hidden Old Man was a powerful Sage in his eyes, and he was many times stronger than the Heavenly Tribulation he was facing now.

"There are saints who have volunteered to defend him against calamity, and even though he is now an emperor, he is not afraid. There have been many such people in the world, they are very qualified, and the calamities they encounter are terrible and terrifying, but they rarely meet others to help, and in the end they can only end up in the catastrophe with hatred, not that they are not strong enough, but that heaven and earth do not allow them. ”

Some old people sighed and mourned for those who had passed away.

"If those people had survived, the monk world would have been alive and well now, and perhaps the so-called eclipse would have been just a joke. "There are young people.

The old man before shook his head and sighed: "How can this be? The mighty cultivator of heaven and earth is unpredictable, even if he is as strong as Dao Zun, he can only sigh in vain." Even if those people survive and reach the pinnacle of life one by one, heaven and earth will naturally have an eclipse relative to them, and maybe other beings will appear. If you think about it, maybe it's not as good as it is now. ”

"Isn't this the sorrow of the monks? Heaven and earth obviously have the power to destroy the monks, but they still want to leave a glimmer of life, is this playing with us like chess pieces?"

"Chess pieces? Maybe not even chess pieces. ”

"It's really hateful, one day, an invincible existence will be born among the monks, so that the heavens and the earth will be brought to their knees, and all the monks will be liberated. ”

"Time goes by endlessly, and there will always be something unimaginable. Since there will be such an existence as heaven and earth, even if such an existence appears, it is not necessarily impossible. ”

Everyone looked at the calamity above the ring, and after a while, they all fell silent, because in that calamity cloud, a few drops of blood dripped down, and no one knew whose blood it was, and no one knew what it represented.

Only the old man in the hidden world showed a more cautious expression, and a light light rose from outside his body.

The blood fell, writhed in mid-air, turned into a blood net, and rolled towards Ningfei.

It was a more terrifying aura than facing the palm of his hand, as soon as it appeared, Ning Fei was not only physically unable to move, his mind was stagnant, unable to make further thoughts, at this moment, he couldn't even understand what the falling blood net was going to do.

Not only Ning Fei, but even everyone outside the Heavenly Tribulation felt a suppression from the higher-ranking beings, as if as long as the other party's mind was slightly strengthened, the body and soul would completely obey the other party and do anything according to the other party's ideas.

The suppressed panic spread among the crowd, and they were horrified to find that no matter how hard they tried, they could not get rid of this suppression, it was already an instinct that penetrated deep into the soul, and the catastrophe was only awakening that instinct at this moment.

Some people want to cut off this instinct, but they are desperate to find that it is an indispensable part of life, the connection between living beings and heaven and earth, without this instinct, life can not get anything needed between heaven and earth, and can only slowly consume itself and then die in loneliness and helplessness.

Life depends on heaven and earth for its existence, and if it loses this support, it will also lose the foundation of existence.

"As long as you live, there is hope, and heaven and earth are not omnipotent, and Dao Zun has been able to exist alone without relying on heaven and earth. The old man shouted loudly, pulling everyone out of their inexplicable grief and indignation.

His breath fell, and the light light spread out with bright blood, colliding with the falling web of blood.

The sound continued, and the blood-stained light was dissipated inch by inch by the blood net.

The reclusive old man laughed miserably, and once again shot out a blood-stained light, blocking the falling blood net.

The obstacles dissipated again and again, and the old man in the hidden world became even older, and a dying breath lingered on his side, threatening to take his life at any time.

But he didn't care, he continued to block the blood net, and seeing the blood net weakening little by little, he finally showed a faint smile.

"Even if he is a powerful sage, he can't help this kind of consumption, he has no strength, but he can't do anything to the Heavenly Tribulation. Ji Tai clenched his fists, and then let go helplessly, even if he was a powerful existence among the emperors, he could only feel powerless in the face of such a catastrophe, he wanted to make a move, but he knew in his heart that not only was it useless, but it might also make Ning Fei and the old man in the hidden world more dangerous.

"No, a person like him can completely interfere with the Heavenly Tribulation, but he can't do this, it seems that there is an inexplicable existence staring at him, as long as he really releases his power, he will encounter unimaginable shocks, and it will only be worse than now. Yu Chun said in a deep voice.

Ji Taiyi's heart froze, and he instantly thought of the palm that hit the chest of the hidden old man, it was an attack that was impossible to dodge no matter what, and it seemed to be a light blow, but it caused the hidden old man to suffer a heavy blow.

"He was already seriously injured before, and he was severely injured by that palm again, and now he has to spend the origin to help Ning Fei......" Ji Taiyi's heart trembled, he knew very well that no one could be safe and sound in such a loss, even the sage was in danger of dying.

The blood net was faint, and the feeling that was oppressed in everyone's hearts finally disappeared, and Ning Fei, who was under the blood net, finally recovered his thoughts, understood everything around him, and he struggled to struggle.

The blood-stained light dissipated and returned, and the body of the reclusive old man trembled, and almost a faint aura of death appeared on his side, but he stood firmly, and the strong conviction in his eyes made people's hearts tremble.

At this moment, he does not seem to be a powerful monk, but a dying old man who does not hesitate to sacrifice himself for the sake of his ideals, just like the most ordinary old man, watching over the faint hope.

"Senior...... Stop......" Ning Fei's heart was moved, a person whose cultivation was the best in the past and the present, he actually had to spare his life for him.

The reclusive old man was silent, and the faith in his eyes never wavered.

"The calamity is coming, and someone like you is needed......" Even if he left with reluctance and regret, Ning Fei didn't want to see the monk's hopes dashed because he was alone.

In this era of eclipse at any time, any sage is a precious treasure, compared to what can he do even if he has the appearance of a true god?

Ning Fei's heart was full of guilt, even if he could survive the catastrophe, he was still only a king, in this forest of monks, although the emperors were rare, there were many, and I don't know how many emperors could easily overwhelm him.

And these emperors are still terrified in the face of the impending eclipse, so what a terrible thing it is to lose a saint in order to save him.

At this time, the reclusive old man, even if a mortal saw it, could understand that he was in danger, but he was still persistently overdrawing his own origin, slowly resisting and consuming the blood net.