Huang Cong looked at his changes in horror, feeling extremely depressed in his mind, almost crazy, but he could still think.

He saw that his skin had become dull again, full of wrinkles, slowly passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and many places had dried up.

The original vitality reappeared in an instant and slowly recovered to its previous appearance, the black hair had turned white one by one, and gradually, he felt that his cultivation was rapidly regressing, and he was suddenly extremely weak.

"Why is this happening? ”

No one can understand his mood at this moment, from the moment when he finally walked to the end of his life, he felt vitality, and thus survived tenaciously, he thought that his life was not too extraordinary, it was not ordinary, but in the end he found that God seemed to be playing another joke with him.

Facts are always unpredictable, and a person's fate can often change in an instant.

When a person is discouraged and sees that he is about to dissipate from the eyes of others, but there is no way to do anything about it, there is a great sense of frustration in his heart, but when he crawls back from the brink of death, his mood can be imagined, and only those who have experienced this kind of pain will understand the preciousness of life.

Especially in the last period of his life, Ghost Ling'er accompanied him on the vast grassland, saw too much, and appreciated too much, on the back of the dragon, he looked down, and gradually had another thought, he felt that the world was actually still full of beauty, but he didn't have time to appreciate it one by one.

Not willing to be mediocre but just mediocre, the moment he learned that he was about to die, numbness, bitterness, loneliness and torment became a part of his life, with the appearance of the ghost, the last time of his life gradually integrated into his thoughts, but also changed his world view, he will not feel that the world is bitter and tasteless, maybe these ups and downs are the root of life.

Giving people hope and disappointment, especially joking with life, this pain is far greater than death.

At this moment, he thought of a lot, and at the same time, his heart was full of remorse, life is in the world, some things in front of him must be cherished when they should be cherished, otherwise they will only be sad in the end.

Huang Cong yelled at the moment, he just wanted to vent the feelings in his heart, if it weren't for his blind pursuit of fending for himself, these things would not have happened, let alone come to this prohibitive forest of despair, Ghost Ling'er is an eternal pain in her mind.

Gradually, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he could fall into this stagnant water at any time.

However, with a shudder from his soul, he opened his eyes slightly, as if he was in pain, this was an extraordinary mental pressure, which was increasing rapidly, and in an instant his dull and wrinkled face appeared a miserable pale.

Huang Cong looked at the pitch-black space in front of him with difficulty, and shouted in a weak voice, "Ling'er, are you in front?"

But there was silence in his answer, he knew that the terrible demon had discovered him, and he only wanted to see him at the moment, and pleaded in a low voice to let the girl go, and he was willing to die for his life.

With a heavy roar in the distance, Huang Cong almost fainted, but he still tried his best to stabilize his body, and then the whole undulating ink-like stagnant water began to ripple in an instant, and the dry bones on the ground next to the lake that I don't know how many years had turned into powder and scattered.

The billowing demonic qi quickly attacked from an unknown space in front of him, and went towards the entire lake, the rolling demonic qi above the lake covered the sky and the sun, and the thick demonic clouds were churning and surging in the sky, as if he saw a hideous demon making waves.

As the demonic qi surged more and more violently, Huang Cong seemed to be unable to see his fingers even under the illumination of the luminous stone, but he did not have any discomfort, his body was greedily absorbed in an instant, and then the vitality in his body that had dissipated quickly became slow in an instant.

He was shocked and fell silent.

After a long while, the vitality in the body has not disappeared, but has recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing the flesh and blood that was about to be full, Huang Cong's thoughts fluctuated in his heart, no one wanted to know more than him what secrets were buried in his body, or maybe what the secret of the "All Things Born" exercise was, after checking, just like the previous dead air, "All Things Born" formed a spiral nest, frantically absorbing demonic energy.

Ever since he first sensed that he had two substances in his body, death and demonic energy, he had already felt a sense of unease, although these two substances had not been able to get any thoughts until now, but they were like a bag of explosives buried in his body, full of threats at all times.

The demonic qi is not as quiet as the dead air, and under the crazy absorption of "All Things", the demonic luck in the air began to produce huge shocks, and the black demonic qi was surging everywhere, turbulent and undulating like the raging waves of the sea.

Huang Cong had an illusion, as if the entire forest of despair had begun to shake, but the towering ancient tree that covered the sky and the sun at the top did not even shake a leaf.

But even so, the demonic qi is like layers of tangible substances, which are wantonly plundered by "All Things".

After a while, the concussion ended, the magic luck in the air regained calm, Huang Cong's momentum climbed to a supreme point again, and his body also recovered as before, with a handsome face and long black hair.

In the process of absorbing it twice, he endured inhuman torture, because "All Things" did not give him the ability to ease at all.

At this time, a strange demonic cloud appeared in front of his eyes, like the abyss of hell, and like the sun, moon and galaxy, where there seemed to be a cave, as if it was the entrance to hell, and it seemed to open the door to heaven, from which the demonic breath of death emanated, but it was full of a sacred taste.

Huang Cong is particularly sensitive to this kind of demonic and divine power, when he first walked out of the seven doors, a cemetery there was filled with these two breaths, and it was also because of that cultivation that he was completely connected with these two substances, so that his heart was even more puzzled, gods and demons are not separated, who can exude two breaths at the same time?

Then he had a glimmer of realization in his heart, wanting to investigate the truth of this forgotten primeval god realm, and who cut off this forgotten world from the long river of history, and then turned into an independent world, and the secret of it is probably an excellent entry point here.

Just as Huang Cong was thinking about it, a blood-red light erupted from the demon cloud, and in an instant, he felt as uncomfortable as a sword piercing his heart, and wanted to scream and roar.

At this time, he had recovered to his peak state, constantly running the power in his body to resist, but this heavy spiritual pressure was heavier than Mount Tai, Huang Cong didn't have time to think about it, desperately sensing the cold ice and fire of his body, he was not dead yet, it should not be completely annihilated, and it could shine again.

The heavy mental pressure is like a tide, he is about to fall into a crazy situation, at this time, although the ice and fire lit up its faint flame again, but he can't resist this huge spiritual pressure at all, Huang Cong's face is pale, he feels that he is imprisoned, he can't move, and he feels as if the sky has fallen, his patience has reached the limit.

At this moment, he desperately resisted with his peak strength, and spit out a few words with difficulty in his mouth: "The supreme gods and demons don't want to blame, I didn't mean to disturb your cultivation, I just came to find someone."

"Boom"

The demonic qi in the air shook violently, and the huge mental pressure on Huang Cong's body disappeared in an instant, and after losing his restraints, he looked a little unstable, and retreated several steps in the stagnant water.

After stabilizing his body, a sense of powerlessness suddenly surged in his heart, with his cultivation, he was definitely outstanding among the young people on the mainland, but in front of this god and demon, there seemed to be no trace of resistance, so that his absolute strength could be seen.

The demonic cloud did not disappear, but an ancient phrase came from it: "Before I completely lose myself, eat the flower of death and leave here!"

Although some pronunciations are very different, Huang Congming has a general meaning.