It was dark all around, and Han Feng simply closed his eyes and put all his attention on his hands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His hands pressed to the mud on the ground, feeling the water and the dirt, and at the same time aware of the activity of all the creatures underground. He could feel that there were earthworms rushing out of the ground because of the rain, mole crickets digging tunnels, and ants busily carrying their eggs to dry places...... The centipede shuttled through the cracks and mud of the stones, and thousands of feet continued to knock on the stone and soil, and at this moment, Han Feng felt it wholeheartedly, no less than tens of thousands of drummers playing drums densely.

However, whether it is a mole cricket, an earthworm, an ant, or a centipede, there is always a scope for their activities, and they do whatever they want in their invisible "circles", thinking that this is the whole world. And this, naturally, is the edge of the formation. The difference is that the "round" of the earthworm is relatively smallest, followed by the mole cricket, the ant is slightly larger, and the centipede is the largest. Each thing has its own "circle", that is, its own rules.

This discovery surprised Han Feng a little. He originally thought that everything in the Zhifeng formation should have a unified rule and a unified range of activities, but at this moment he realized that he was too much to take it for granted and was very naïve.

However, because of this, Han Feng's confidence increased greatly. Everything in this world originally has its own rules, and the world created by Zhifeng in the final analysis still hasn't gotten rid of the big rules of this heaven and earth, since this is the case, then when he finds his own "circle", he will be able to know where this edge is.

If you can't do it, you should ask for yourself.

His eyes were closed, but he seemed to see more clearly than ever. His ears are eyes, his nose is eyes, his hands and feet are eyes, and his whole body is eyes. He didn't move, but he clearly saw that he seemed to be walking in the chaos. Naturally, he could not walk, but through the extension of his hands, the land became his legs, moving forward with his mind until he could not stretch in front of him.

That is the edge of his "circle", and it is also the edge of Zhifeng's formation for him. However, although he found it, Han Feng was still at a loss as to how to break out of the formation.

"He" leaned close to the edge, groping, feeling, hoping to find the weak spot and strike out, and also longing to be able to see the outside world. At this time, he suddenly remembered what he had said to Bai Tong two years ago, before he entered the Huadu of Wind City.

"In the end, it's just a big cage...... However, even in the cage, I have to set the rules of this cage!"

Today, he has long lost his original arrogance, but he has a deeper understanding of this sentence. At this moment, he was not locked in a cage by Zhifeng, but unfortunately he had no way to set the rules, so he could only grope for Zhifeng's rules, exploring step by step, and while getting closer, he hoped to find the flaws in it.

After two years of tempering, all kinds of personnel made his heart more sensitive, and at this moment he was in the array, his heart was on the edge of the array, and his hands and feet were attached to the array. His heart suddenly brightened, and what he saw was a different world than what he saw when he opened his eyes.

Looking at my obstacles, he saw Bai Tong at the same time, but also saw more. He saw a mist spread around him, obscuring the light, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. In the mist is a quiet killing machine, and beyond the mist it seems to be a hot summer day. The sun is like a sword, this mist is like a shield, the tip of the shield is sharp, this is an endless battle.

And at this moment, Han Feng vaguely heard Liji's voice.

"Whoever believes in me is protected, but destroy me and slander me and go to hell forever." ”

She was still persistently reciting this sentence, although she was struggling to pronounce it, but it was like a cuckoo crying blood, and her voice was sad, as if she was saying it to herself, as if she was saying it to Han Feng again, more like saying it to Zhifeng, and at the same time, she was telling something about the world. If the world is drowning in the sea of confusion, they do not know how to seek rebellion and do not know pain.

And in Han Feng's ears at this moment, Lijiao's voice is no longer exactly like her voice, there is compassion and compassion in this voice, she is not lamenting her own pain, but grieving the pain of this world. It's just that these pains seem to be inflicted on her at this moment, making her delicate body more and more fragile, which makes people feel unspeakably distressed.

And in this continuous sixteen characters, Han Feng turned his head.

He was in the same place at the moment, just using the land as his hands and legs, and he couldn't "turn back", but in this world of self-obstacle, he could see the white boy in his heart, not to mention others. Since the eyes, hands, and body can be separated, then when you look back, you can see yourself.

He was "body" in the array, and what he saw was himself in the array.

At some point, the sunlight had broken through the fog, cut through the haze, and shone directly on him. Between heaven and earth, he was the brightest, and the leather mask on his face flew away like a butterfly, revealing his true face. At this moment, he was bright and magnificent, like a god descending into the world, but in his eyes, this was him, and it was not as if he was not him—thinking of Liji's words, he suddenly became clear: this is his true face, and this is also the original face of "me".

There was a cracking sound in the void, and Han Feng knew that it was the harbinger of the Zhifeng Array being broken. He didn't know what obstacle he had broken, but he faintly felt in his heart that this obstacle was "my obstacle", but this "my obstacle" was a little further than the previous barrier.

And the moment he saw his true face, he only felt that his "body" was in a trance, and the whole person seemed to fit and ran forward, until he stumbled under his "foot" and "fell" to the ground. Han Feng subconsciously propped up the ground with his right hand, and only then did he realize that the land under his hand was no longer as cold as iron, but warm and moist again. When I opened my eyes, I also felt that the sun was shining at this moment, and the lightning and thunder and heavy rain were pouring in front of my eyes, which seemed to be a nightmare.

He can move!

As soon as the purple gold machete stood up, Han Feng stepped forward.

He thought to himself that since he had broken Zhifeng's formation, then Zhifeng was naturally seriously injured, and this was a good time to rescue Liji, but when he looked back, he saw Zhifeng standing up, covering his chest and wiping the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly twisted his eyebrows and laughed: "Okay, okay." I didn't expect you to be able to force a break while my injuries were not all good, but don't be too happy, since you came, you can't leave. ”

After that, a dense crowd of human heads surged behind her—

- The "Ten Thousand Eyes Array" has long been useless, but the soldiers of Futao City have finally moved.

"You ......" Han Feng slashed the purple gold machete in his hand, wanting to deter the 10,000 soldiers in front of him, but with this forceful shot, he felt that there was no pain in his body, as if he had just been beaten up, and every bone in his body was injured.

The purple gold machete made a crooked arc and stuck it on the ground, and Bai Tong had no choice but to speak: "You have been working hard to break the formation in the past two days, and even the iron body can't stand it, let alone the others? Han Feng, this thief woman has already calculated, one ring after another, I ...... I can't help it. ”

What Han Feng cared about at this time was not whether Bai Tong still had a way, but what he cared about was the three words at the beginning of Bai Tong - these two days. When he came to this mountain, it was already the twenty-second day before Ju was locked up, and it took twenty-five days to refine the human Gu, and now there was only one day left!

Li's voice was still there, but it was getting lower and lower, like the sigh of a dying man. Seeing more than 10,000 people walking in from all directions unslowly, feeling the tremor caused by their military boots stepping on the mountain, Han Feng suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up again.

The purple gold machete weighed like a thousand pounds, but he clenched it in his hand and pulled it off the ground. He was so strong that he didn't even expect Zhifeng. Her face changed slightly, secretly thinking that this kid had the strength to fight again, and was just about to open her mouth to stop the army's march, but she saw Han Feng turn around and walk towards the silver fir tree that was trapped and separated from her step by step.

No matter what, he had to see her.

At this moment, there were no soldiers from Futao City in his eyes, only this silver fir tree that was not too tall. Under the tree is a rock cave, the entrance of the cave has an iron door, iron chains and iron locks, and it is heavily sealed. This iron door is very heavy, far from being comparable to other wooden doors, but from the outside, you can see a protruding fist print, presumably made by the person in the door. One of the fist prints was much smaller than the surrounding area, apparently left by the woman, but the fist mark was the most prominent, and even the wrist behind it could be seen.

Han Feng involuntarily stretched out his hand to cover the fist mark, only to feel that the tentacles were cold and cold, but they were slender and thin, completely different from the warrior. He thought to himself that this must be left behind. He could scarcely have imagined how desperate she must have used such a clumsy method which she would never normally use, nor could he imagine what it must have been like inside the door, where she had been wounded, badly wounded.

"Brother Ha...... You?"

Han Feng was stunned, but there was such a sound in the cave. The voice is weak and delicate, it should be from Lijiao, but her tongue is so vague that she can't even say "Han", let alone the word "come". But there is no doubt that in Han Feng's heart, this is the most touching sentence he has ever heard from Lijiao.

She had said only that, and then began to repeat the phrase that she had said again that she had said many times. Now there was only that sentence, and she could say word by word, word by word, completely unmistakable, it was the only floating grass that the drowning man had caught, but she didn't know how far the grass could take her.

It was not difficult for the purple gold machete to cut through the iron door and iron lock, at this moment Han Feng was in front of the cave, and no one in the world could stop him from rescuing her.

Zhifeng stood among the Futao soldiers and coughed slightly, she drank the wound medicine prepared early in the morning, although the injury was serious, it was not fatal. She wasn't worried that her calculations would fall short—someone as smart as her had already seen Han Feng's hesitation, and also saw the only ability he had left at this time.

The encirclement formed by 10,000 soldiers stopped at Zhifeng's signal, and the archers stood at the front, about five hundred bows and arrows were wound, facing Han Feng, just waiting for Zhifeng to give an order, and he was going to shoot this Western Dynasty emperor into a hedgehog.

And at this moment, Zhifeng finally opened his mouth.

"You're waiting for the time to come, and I'm waiting. In that case, why don't you want to wait with me?"