Kneeling on the ground, the last trace of strength had obviously faded, and it was clear that every muscle was trembling, and he couldn't stand up, but Liu Feng's arm was still grasping forward, holding on to the soft soil.

The loose black-brown soil was stained with the blood stains that Liu Feng had left on his body before.

Since he no longer had the strength to walk, Liu Feng simply crawled forward, lying on his stomach step by step towards the front.

Gradually, the legs seem to be unable to move.

"Plop..."

With a very soft sound, Liu Feng leaned over and the whole person fell to the ground, but Liu Feng was still moving forward, his limbs were coordinated, and his arms were moving forward, moving from half a meter and half a meter to squirming inch by inch.

However, Liu Feng never stopped and was still moving forward.

The wriggling figure dragged a long trajectory on the muddy ground of the jungle, and the traces were extremely obvious in the forest.

Sleepiness kept coming, obviously his eyes were already full of flesh, but Liu Feng still resisted the tiredness and squirmed forward, maybe Xu Long was still chasing behind, he wanted to stay away as much as possible, he had failed too many people, therefore, he had to live.

Wen Lu is still waiting for him in the Temple of Eden, he is still burdened with the expectations of Principal Gao, and he also wants to go home to see his parents, and to see his eldest brother and sister-in-law.

He also wanted to touch Xue'er's head, and wanted to take another look at Shizun.

While lying on the ground and squirming forward, Liu Feng sneaked part of his spiritual power into the spiritual universe and began to cultivate.

The other part of the mental power is to support the body and continue to squirm forward.

When he reached the third realm of spiritual power, Liu Feng was already able to retain a wisp of consciousness when he was meditating, but in this way, it undoubtedly increased the burden of spiritual power, especially in this kind of embarrassment.

The clothes have been broken away and turned into pieces after they turned into Tiansha, and in the battle with Xu Long in the future, I don't know how many times I resisted the sword intent storm, and the clothes have long been gone.

Liu Feng was naked, and he turned into Tiansha twice in a row, and his body was much thinner than before, but Liu Feng still let his skin rub against the land with thorns, dead branches and leaves, and insects, as if he was unaware of the pain.

Accompanied by pain is endless sleepiness, the two do not conflict, Liu Feng seems to be dizzy in the next second, but Liu Feng is still restrained, however, when Liu Feng wants to squirm forward again, he is shocked to find that he can't move.

Each fast muscle is in a state of load, constantly twitching, as if in silent protest, silently screaming.

He couldn't move forward, this was already beyond the limit of his spirit, with his spirit, he couldn't urge this body at all, Liu Feng's eyes became dark.

Looking at the jungle in front of him or full of demons, Liu Feng couldn't help but think of his trip to Nanshan, and a deep sadness flashed in his eyes.

The trip to Nanshan, the rain of blood swept in, and it was the South China Sea Olympic Association that he brought the news to, but his master almost died. In the South Mountain, he and Ji Ye'an are companions, and I don't know how long they have lived together.

Later, the Emperor Demon Barbarian appeared, and Tianwen broke out with a shocking sword to save them from the Emperor Demon Man.

In the escape from death, Tianwenluo's sword was shattered and crippled, and he fell into a long sleep, and the blow of Tianwen and the emperor's demon barbarian explosion just awakened the creation inheritance that remained in this heaven and earth.

That is, the necessary prerequisite for controlling the heavenly evil, mental strength. The willpower that transcends everything, the responsibility to uphold justice, and the courage to be strong when it is strong......

These enabled Liu Feng to maintain his sanity as a human being in the endless desire to kill.

Everything seems to be doomed, there, the ancient sages prepared Liu Feng for the mental strength to control the heavenly evil, and the ancient dream. Later, in the exchange of schools, Zhiruo inadvertently brought the true inheritance of Tiansha.

Everything is a coincidence, but these coincidences are combined, but they have made Liu Feng and make him have a power that surpasses his own realm.

It seems that in ancient times, there was a strong man with hands and eyes to the sky, relying on his attainment of time arcane, or the attainment of witchcraft arcane, to arrange everything in order thousands of years later.

The inheritance of mental power can only be carried out by dreams, because the lifespan of human beings cannot support the challenge of the soul, and the primeval fantasy dream that has been built is naturally the same as reality.

That dream that seemed to be a lifetime away planted a seed in his heart, which was a non-divisive thought for Ji Ye'an, and it was a dream that did not conform to reality.

Liu Feng is not a very traditional person, there is always a solution to the problem of polygamy, and it is a big deal to get an Arab nationality.

What's more, this world is not the risk-free world before, every minute, every second, may face the next moment of death, in this case, the occupation and selfishness of love in human nature have been suppressed to an extreme level.

Love may have an element of selfishness, but in this precarious environment, people regard the occupation of love too lightly.

For the selfish love in human nature, on the contrary, I look down. Being able to live with the person you like, being able to be with the person you like, is already a luxury, who would be insatiable and want to occupy someone?

The biggest problem between him and Ji Ye'an is the primeval dream.

His emotions towards Ji Ye'an, his dedication to Ji Ye'an, and his companionship with Ji Ye'an all come from the illusory primeval dream. How many times have you wandered in that forest, how many times have you sparkled with the snow, how many times have you snuggled up to each other...... These are deeply engraved in Liu Feng's mind, as if they were real.

But that, all of them were dreams, it was a terrible dream built by a super strong man in the primeval period, which made him sink into it, and to this day, he doesn't want to believe that it was a gratuitous dream.

But Ji Ye'an treats him, she doesn't have the memory of that dream, she's just a teacher, just one of his elders.

The generation gap between teachers and students, the lack of emotion, has doomed their feelings to be unequal, everything is just his wishful thinking.

Liu Feng didn't blame the ancient powerhouse, that dream was indeed wonderful, it was precisely because he had tasted that beauty that it would hurt so much when he returned to reality.

He already had no strength, and his cranky thoughts at this time made Liu Feng, who was lying on the ground, feel a sharp pain, which came from his lungs, as if he was torn and from his stomach, as if all his intestines were disturbed by the blade.

The black hair was buried deep in the dirt, the mud sticking to the strands of hair, and the handsome and strong face was immersed in the cold soil, almost suffocating.