The general trend of the world is about to break out, and for ordinary people, there is still nothing unusual as usual, and for the high-level leaders of the four major forces, they have undoubtedly entered a state of preparedness. The Great Song court, whether it was the King of Jin who was in charge of the Senate or the King of Qi who led the army, still could not withstand the emperor's edict, but it failed to directly send troops to the Buddha Kingdom to station the army arranged by the King of Qi in the wilderness.

And the divine decree issued by the head of the Qingtian Divine Sect made both the Divine Sect and the monks in the world extremely shocked.

"Assist the Great Song Dynasty in guarding the wilderness grasslands and preventing the tribes in the wilderness from attacking"

It's just that these major events in the world have nothing to do with Zhao Feng at this time, and the seven-day and seven-night trip has already made Zhao Feng's physical strength reach the limit.

The passage of time and the affairs of the outside world have long been far away from Zhao Feng's vision and mind, and now Zhao Feng is like those Loulan soldiers walking on the stairs. For seven days and seven nights, you still can't see the top of the tower or the bottom of the tower, only the staircase that emits endless points of light tells of loneliness.

The staircase spread, only to see countless points of light leading straight to the dark unknown, and a pale and bewitching face dressed in white revealed perseverance.

No one knows how high the tower is, and no one knows what kind of unknown there is at the end of the unknown, everything has to be climbed up the tower step by step by Zhao Feng to find the answer.

It's not that Zhao Feng doesn't want to use his true qi, but when he stepped into the first layer of ladder, the cultivation of his whole body was sealed by an inexplicable force, even with Zhao Feng's current cultivation, he still couldn't break through that seal.

Another day passed, at this time, Zhao Feng didn't know how many steps he had walked, let alone that he had reached the position of the tower now, because there were no windows around him, so he couldn't see the scene outside, and the mysterious thing was that as Zhao Feng advanced, the light point in front of him gradually turned from white to red.

When Zhao Feng stepped out of the stairs that belonged to the red point of light, his body suddenly froze, his eyes were confused, and countless murderous scenes in his mind were in his mind. It's just that Zhao Feng still hasn't stopped, still stepping up the ladder step by step, as he moves up more and more, Zhao Feng's whole breath exudes endless blood.

I saw that Zhao Feng's eyes were bleeding and the corners of his mouth were red, and at this time, Zhao Feng's mind had already stayed in a bloody massacre.

I don't know when the years and months are not any part of the continent now, endless weeds and villages with unknown values appear in the field of vision, and in the sky, groups of extremely powerful cultivators are flying rapidly, and every time those cultivators fly through a village, they will definitely kill all ordinary villagers with a single blow.

The earth had already been infected with blood, and one river after another had already turned red, even if Zhao Feng was in the illusion, he still felt the smell of blood emanating from the air.

I saw those cultivators flying into a high mountain in the distance, but no matter how strong these cultivators were, they couldn't enter that high mountain, and it seemed that there was a force in that high mountain that could tear apart these strong people.

It's just that these strong men were still fearless and rushed towards the high mountain as if they were not dying, and then all turned into pieces of flesh and blood and scattered to the heavens and the earth, and just when Zhao Feng was confused, he saw a black chariot on the other side slowly moving forward.

Only a vague figure could be seen in the black chariot, but Zhao Feng just looked at this figure, and at a glance, he felt that he was shocked by a powerful majesty in his heart, and there were countless cultivators wearing animal skins around the black chariot, and these cultivators were more powerful and more mysterious than the cultivators who only flew in the sky.

"Hand over that thing, spare you not to die," came a voice from the black chariot, a sound like thunder and a drizzle.

The voice in the black chariot obviously said to the existence in the high mountain, but the existence in the high mountain did not answer, and it seemed that the mountain was still the same mountain.

"Hmph" The person in the black chariot snorted coldly, and then still made a move, only to see an artifact through the curtain directly and quickly hit the mountain, the place where the artifact passed, absorbing the blood on the earth, absorbing the blood in the river, and even absorbing the blood of countless cultivators, crashing into the mountain.

Boom....

A huge sound spread throughout the land, and some of the cultivators couldn't bear the sound and bled to death, the artifact collided with the barrier in front of the mountain, the artifact shattered, and the mountain barrier even cracked in the air.

The appearance of the crack in the mountain barrier made the faces of those cultivators show a look of joy, and then they used all their cultivation to attack the barrier, and after a while, the mountain barrier finally could not withstand the attack of the cultivators and shattered.

Seeing this, those cultivators' faces were even more ecstatic, and then countless people flew towards the high mountain, only before entering the high mountain, a huge palm suddenly appeared and slapped directly at those cultivators.

Those cultivators were like ordinary villagers in those villages under that giant palm, without any resistance, and all of them became a rain of blood scattered throughout the mountains.

The people in the black chariot were silent, still watching all this quietly, while the cloaked mysterious cultivator near the chariot quickly stretched out his hands to seal it.

Those marks slowly condensed into runes and then flew into the sky to gather together to become a fierce beast, Zhao Feng saw the fierce beast condensed by the runes, and his eyes sank.

The fierce beast quickly took shape, and then collided with the palm that appeared in front of the mountain, and when the fierce beast collided with the palm, I saw that the mysterious cultivators in cloak on the side of the chariot all fell to the ground and died.

The figure in the chariot still didn't make a move, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and Zhao Feng looked at everything in front of him, and finally felt weak at this moment.

Compared to these cultivators, the people in the chariot and the existence in the high mountains, Zhao Feng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and even Zhao Feng felt that if he was in this battle, he would be like that villager.

There are still endless cultivators in the sky, flying towards the master, still not afraid of death, as if the existence in the high mountain has great hatred, and finally after a while, the person in the chariot raised his right hand, only to see a huge palm appear above the master. Then the person in the chariot waved down slightly, and the palm of his hand pressed directly from the sky downward, and at this time, a giant palm also appeared in the master, but it was much smaller than the giant palm.

The giant palm above the sky shattered in an instant, and the giant palm that existed in the high mountain was condensed and pressed towards the high mountain according to the momentum of destroying the ancient era, and then Zhao Feng saw that the high mountain was directly smashed by the giant palm.

At the same time, Zhao Feng also saw that there were some people in the high mountain, and the people in the high mountain were completely different from those in the sky or the mysterious cultivator. Just from the clothes he wears, he can see that the people in the mountains are obviously much more noble than the cultivators in the sky, and they are much stronger than the people above the masters in terms of breath and cultivation.

"Hand it over," said the man in the chariot again, to the few remaining men in the shattered mountain.

The men were silent, and their eyes revealed a kind of determination, and then laughed.

"Looking for death", the chariot seemed to be hit by the laughter, and then directly raised his right hand and pointed out, only to see a light speed shoot out of the middle finger of his right hand.

It's just that when the speed of light flew towards the few people left, an inexplicable majesty suddenly appeared in the sky, and even Zhao Feng, who stretched out the void, was overwhelmed by the coercion.

Then I saw a giant sword appear in the sky, and then the giant sword swept lightly, and the cultivators who belonged to the black chariot all turned into blood rain and scattered on the earth, and the people in the chariot were directly swept by the giant sword, and the chariot was shattered, and the people inside flew out upside down, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

Zhao Feng stared blankly at the sky full of blood and rain staining the earth, and even looked at the disappearing sword speechless, and at this time, Zhao Feng, who was stretched out of the giant tower stairs, was still moving forward.

It's just that those red points of light slowly turn orange with these memories.

"Tomorrow's second watch, if possible, try to try to make three changes"