At this moment, Murong Feng couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream.

The shade in the forest before, the bloodthirsty nature of the demon beast, the brutal and inhumane killing of the man in black, and the dying cry for help of the deceased, he really felt, saw, and heard.

Even walking on the path of the Sword Sect, the unique texture of the road surface does not look like a fake.

There are many things that are not clear.

There are still many mysteries that have not been solved.

Suddenly.

While......

While......

Just as he was frowning, a melodious bell rang in his ears.

The bell rang loudly and powerfully, and it did not stop and rose again.

The sound is close.

Judging by the magnitude of the sound, he said that the source of the bell was no more than 500 meters away from him.

"The bell is so close, it means that there must be someone else nearby, find someone else to figure out the situation."

Thinking of this, Murong Feng couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, and he was about to leave.

That's when it happened.

In the sky, the clouds began to surge violently with the ringing of bells, like surging waves, surging from all directions to the sky above Qingfeng Mountain.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly and quickly darkened.

Rumble...... Bang...... Thundered!

Above the clouds, lightning and thunder roared.

Below, the wind was raging, and the fallen leaves were flying wildly.

Murong Feng raised his eyes and saw that the sky was full of dark clouds, the clouds were still rolling wildly, and the thunder and lightning were wandering between the clouds, as if someone was crossing the catastrophe.

Smack...... Smack......

A few drops of rain fell on his face.

"Oops, heavy rain is coming."

Seeing that the rain was about to pour, he secretly said that it was not good, and an ominous premonition also rose in his heart, and he quickly ran back to the Qinglong Palace.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the room, it began to rain heavily on the back foot.

If you are one step late, there is no doubt that the soup chicken will fall.

Thundered!

A bolt of lightning struck and landed in the clearing not far in front of him, and the ground was split into spider webs, and a black smoke rose.

Grunt!

Murong Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, if this was a step later, I am afraid it would not be as simple as falling into the soup chicken, but being directly hacked to death.

Looking at the increasing rainwater on the road outside the door.

Murong Feng thought that there was no human figure in the entire mountain, and there was no way to know whether the bell was man-made or not.

After running the spiritual power, there is still no way to mobilize a single bit, and it seems that he is imprisoned by a mysterious force.

The system also seems to be down, and the pile of skill cards I see can't be used, and it's completely useless.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the husband is right.

It's tragic to think about.

As for how he got here, he had no memory.

He clearly remembered that he was lying in the Green Dragon Palace, why did he wake up and be in a different place,

Then, I also experienced all kinds of strange and terrifying events.

It's all so weird.

While......

Thundered!

While......

Bang...... Thundered.

......

The thunder is still ringing, and the bells are still ringing.

Is this a dream or not?

Why did you wake up from a previous dream and still see it like this?

Murong Feng stood at the door, accompanied by the sound of thunder and rain, with thousands of thoughts in his mind.

In the face of this dreamlike place, how to break the situation has become his most difficult problem at the moment.

At this moment, he has no system and no spiritual power, and he has become an ordinary person. Only the brain, yes, now he can only rely on his brain, and he can only beg to crack it himself.

A brainstorming session begins.

Turn around and return to the secret room in the Blue Dragon Palace.

Murong Feng sat cross-legged, concentrating, and began to quickly recall all the experiences in the past period of time in his mind.

After coming here.

The first time he went out of the gate, that is, at the earliest, he went to the Iron Sword Gate, where he received his apprentice Situ Xue, and met the strange trio of the Iron Sword Sect, there was no in-depth dialogue at all, and Murong Feng left.

The farthest place he went was the Imperial Beast Sect of the Western Spirit Kingdom, and he didn't encounter anything special when he went there.

Then there was Beizhou City, where Lu Yue was subdued, the army of Beiling Kingdom was shocked, and Beizhou City was defended, and nothing special happened.

The second is the Imperial City, although there was a big battle there, it was just a few small roles, and it didn't cause trouble at all.

The last time I went out was Nanxi City, where I fought against Liu Baocheng, and the combat strength of the two sides was not much different.

He had summoned demon beasts to help, but he had not been able to deal substantial damage at close range, let alone poison, and he had no chance to complete this task at all.

In retrospect, there was no special encounter at all.

I haven't touched anything poisonous, and I haven't been conspired against, so is it cursed by something?

Wait, poisonous things!

Suddenly, lightning flashed through his head.

He recalled an important thing that had been left behind.

"Could it be that he was poisoned when he went to the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range?"

Murong Feng's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, after all, that was a few months ago.

If it's an anomaly, it's probably there.

From the time I entered the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range to the time I stepped into the middle area, the strange plants and pungent smell were strange everywhere.

Wait, weird taste.

Could it be that he was poisoned at that time?

Is the hiding period that long?

As if he had found the crux of the problem, Murong Feng showed a little excitement on his face, but he was still not sure if it was or not.

Thundered!

Outside the window, lightning and thunder roared, wind and rain.

The mysterious bell stopped at some point.

The sound of the ticking second hand suddenly sounded in my ears, revealing a little weirdness.

Murong Feng's heart tightened.

If it's an illusion or a dream, then there aren't many ways to crack it.

I recalled my previous life and a movie I had watched.

There are two best ways to crack dreams.

One is a fall from a height.

Falling from a high altitude is almost impossible for him now.

The roof here couldn't climb up with his current strength, and the pillars were too slippery and too high.

Then there is another method, death.

He can do this, and only this can be done, but whether he dares to do it is a question.

This is the challenge of uncertainty.

Turning around, he came to a corner of the secret room.

Boom!

Drawing a sharp sword, the sword glistening coldly.

The blade of the sword could reflect his face.

He made a slight cut in his arm with his sword.

I felt a slight pain, but it wasn't obvious.

"I have to say it was a really bad decision."

The palms of his sword began to sweat, and he was very apprehensive.

Fang Cai's pain made him retreat in his heart, and he didn't know how to choose for a while.

If it's a dream, will it go down with a sword or can't be cracked?

If it weren't for a dream, would you really get a boxed lunch with a sword?

Thoughts wander and hesitate.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The water on the ground is getting more and more, and it is almost past the threshold.

Thundered!

Thundered!

In the sky, the frequency of thunder and lightning is getting higher and higher, and the thunder is getting louder and louder, which seems to be urging him to make a choice.

What to do? How to choose?

Murong Feng hesitated, and the palm of the hand holding the hilt of the sword was like running water.

Thundered!

Another thunderclap rang out.

"Life and death have a life, wealth is in the sky, fight!"

The thunder gave him the last of his courage and roared.

A flash of tenacity flashed in his eyes, he held the sword in his backhand, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and the cold light flashed.

A sharp pain came from the abdomen, like a knife.

Thundered!

Thunder exploded.

Suddenly.

"Ah......h

Murong Feng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner.

Without hesitation, he looked at the door for the first time.

Fortunately, there was no water at the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he got up and walked briskly to the door, pushing the door and exiting.

When I looked around, there was no stagnant water, and I didn't find any traces of dust after the stagnant water had dissipated.

Looking at the location where the lightning once struck, there were no spider web-like cracks.

The sky was filled with the sparkling turtle back clouds of Phnom Penh, and the sun was hiding behind it and silently contributing.

Everything looks so good, natural and peaceful.

Behind the peace, what made his heart palpitate was that he still didn't see any trace of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Still haven't been able to get out?

Isn't that a wasted effort!

He was thinking to himself.

Suddenly.

"Master, it's early."

A greeting voice suddenly sounded, and the voice was familiar.

Its owner was Situ Xue, Murong Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed, and almost burst into tears with excitement.

At this moment, to him, the voice was like a heavenly sound.

It is only found in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Turning his head to look at where the sound came from.

Suddenly, his face froze!