Under the lock demon tower, Feng Luochen's eyes were blood-red, and his expression was extremely hideous and terrifying. He seemed to be enduring an extremely tragic battle.

A strong murderous aura also erupted from his body. Looking at the wind and dust in front of her, Su Xin'er was naturally very worried.

"The road to cultivation is incomparably rough. If you want to get rich returns, there will be hard work. Although this thousand illusions are dangerous, the opportunities in them are also encounterable but not sought. If he is not strong-willed, he will sink into it, which is also inevitable. ”

"The Six Realms are vast, and there are many young and handsome people in them. But how many can really grow up and be on one side? Most of the so-called geniuses were either strangled in infancy, or unfortunately died in the process of growing up. ”

"Now the peerless powerhouse who can stand at the top of the Six Realms, who was not a peerless Tianjiao back then? They each led an era, and they were the most dazzling stars of that era. ”

"If you want to become a peerless powerhouse, you must seek the opportunity to break through between life and death. This kid is by no means a thing in the pool, and the thousand illusions in front of him are just a small episode on his cultivation path. Zidian sighed slightly, and there was also a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

The so-called crisis and opportunity coexist, and if you want to gain everything, you will also lose. Although the Thousand Illusions and Illusions are endless, they are also full of dangers.

Now that Feng Luochen can get out of trouble safely, it depends on his own creation.

"If Brother Feng hadn't broken out of the illusion, what would have happened to him? Will he sink into it and never wake up? If he can't get out of the illusion safely, will it have a great impact on his state of mind? Su Xin'er's words were full of worry.

Looking at Feng Luochen's appearance like a madman, she was also very heartbroken. As Zidian said, if you can break through the illusion, it will indeed be a great creation.

But what if you sink into it?

"Don't worry too much, this kid's state of mind is far stronger than you think. In the end, if there is real danger, I will wake it up. At that time, even his state of mind will be damaged. But it will never be so dangerous that his life will be at stake. At this moment, Yun Zixiao on the side suddenly spoke.

His tone was extremely casual, as if he was not worried about Feng Luochen's safety. Seeing this, Zidian and Qingshuang were also slightly stunned.

This Thousand Illusions Realm is extremely dangerous, why Yun Zixiao doesn't care. In fact, in Yun Zixiao's opinion, even if Feng Luochen can't break out of this Thousand Illusion Realm, he will never be in the slightest danger.

Because Feng Luochen's true identity is the Heavenly Sword Emperor. Qingtian Sword Emperor Feng Luochen, but among the red dust in this world, there are a few people who are worthy of letting themselves out of the sword.

With Yun Zixiao's assurance, Su Xin'er also let go of the big stone in her heart. She stared at Feng Luochen and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

This heartfelt concern is needless to say. Only if you are truly emotional, you will care so much.

In the secret realm of Shu Mountain, under the towering lock demon tower. Feng Luochen's face was hideous, and his eyes were even more blood-red.

At this time, his blood-red eyes were staring at a chessboard. As everyone knows, his body and mind have already entered this chessboard fantasy.

At this time, Feng Luochen was still fighting at the gate of the city. Those black-armored soldiers are coming in a steady stream.

Feng Luochen's eyes were blood-red, and he was even more blood-stained in battle. He was possessed by a killing god, surrounded by dead bodies.

Every time he struck a sword, a black-armored soldier would die. On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the wind and dust were like crazy demons, slashing and slashing wantonly.

The Chixiao Sword in his hand had already been stained red with blood. The bones of the black-armored soldiers were piled up beneath him.

He stood proudly above the corpses, constantly killing with his sword. Feng Luochen couldn't remember how long he had been killing.

In his memory, the black-armored soldiers who died at his hands, even if there were not 10,000, I am afraid there were 8,000.

It's just that these black-armored soldiers, although they suffered heavy casualties. But they seemed to be fearless of life and death, and they continued to rush towards the wind and dust.

The smell of disgusting blood filled the air. The blood of the black-armored soldiers had already gathered into a sea of blood.

At the foot of Feng Luochen, countless corpses were piled up. The so-called stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood may be like this.

At this time, his eyes were red, and he had already fallen into madness.

"Why am I here? Am I playing chess with Brother Yun under the Lock Demon Tower? Where exactly is this? Is this my dream? Why do these black-armored soldiers always kill inexhaustible? "At this time, Feng Luochen has a very wonderful feeling.

He has not lost his own memory. He seemed to know that all this in front of him was illusory.

He even suspected that he was in a dream. It's just that this dream is extremely real, as if it is not illusory.

I know it's a dream, but I'm stuck in the mud. In Feng Luochen's heart, there seemed to be a voice telling himself.

All this in front of me is by no means a dream. He was deeply trapped in it, knowing that everything in front of him was all false.

But in this falsehood, it feels extraordinarily real. The stinging pain of the wound was so unbearable.

The feeling of slashing with a sword is so real. In Feng Luochen's subconscious, he would even feel that if he died here, he might be really dead.

Feng Luochen repeated the slashing motion, his hands already numb. Even though there are more and more souls under his sword, those black-armored soldiers are not decreasing.

They seem to be endless, and they will never be able to kill.

"I'm really tired, I've been killing for so long, and I'm running out of gas. Perhaps, I can only support it again, half of the incense. Why do these black-armored soldiers never stop killing? Alas, am I going to die? I couldn't have imagined that I, the Heavenly Sword Emperor, would fall like this. Feng Luochen couldn't remember how long he had been fighting.

He couldn't remember how many people he had killed. His arms became weaker and weaker, and his body became more and more sluggish.

There are more and more wounds on the body. Feng Luochen instantly felt that he was really tired. He wanted to close his eyes and get a good night's sleep.

The so-called death is gone, and there are not so many joys and sorrows. Maybe when he closes his eyes, this endless thing in front of him will be over, right?

Maybe if you die here, you will be completely freed. There is no need to fight to kill, no need to experience the ups and downs and joys and sorrows of the world.

If you die, you will have no worries. And in life, no matter who you are, you will eventually die.

Now it's just a little bit earlier, so what's the matter?

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don't you want Fei Fei? You promised me that you would never leave me alone in this life. You said you wanted to wake me up and stay with me. Have you forgotten what you said? Feng Luochen was about to close his eyes and wait for the sword to come.

Maybe if you die, you can be a hundred. At this moment, it was as if he heard someone calling out to him.

This call also made his lost heart find its way again. A stunning woman in red appeared in front of Feng Luochen's eyes.

She has a captivating posture, and her glance and smile are full of charm. At this time, she was looking at Feng Luochen stupidly, and there were tears flashing in her eyes.

This woman in red is Feng Luochen's lover in his previous life----- Feng Fangfei.

"The boy surnamed Feng, your words don't count. You said you came to the demon world to seek dreams, why didn't you come? This girl has been waiting for you for so long, are you ready to ignore this girl? I'm so angry with this girl, this girl has to be good, I have to teach you a lesson. With Feng Fangfei's shadow, it turned into ripples in the water.

A pretty woman with a white veil masked face quietly emerged. This masked woman is none other than Long Yimeng.

At this time, Long Yimeng crossed his hands on his hips, obviously very angry. Looking at her willful appearance, Feng Luochen was also nostalgic in his heart.

A smile in the city, from blurry to clear. The white veil covering the face has long since disappeared. This touching smile is the most unforgettable memory in his life.

And the owner of this smiling face is the fate of his life. On that day, on the shore of the West Lake, the building outside the building joined hands to punish evil.

Although the two met for the first time, they seemed to have a sense of déjà vu in their hearts. They seem to have known each other for thousands of years, and the feeling of familiarity and strangeness is not enough for outsiders.

In the lakeside ancient town, above the small bridge and flowing water, Feng Luochen and Longyi dream reunited. They gradually understood each other's hearts.

Lei Feng's bloody battle, Jade Dragon Mingxin, Shen Jian turmoil, and Jinding Counter War, they have experienced life and death tests together again and again.

They have also discovered that they have long been deeply in love with each other.

"Brother Feng, you said that you would join hands with Xin'er in Hongchen, and you said that you would not bear me in this life." As Long Yimeng turned into nothingness, Su Xin'er's face resurfaced.

The broken bridge and the remnants of the snow met at the beginning, and the piano flute and the sound led to the bosom friend. The secret realm of Shushan lives and dies together, and they are inseparable from each other in this life.

"The bottom of this Yao Pond is really dark. It's been a thousand years, and only when I think of him is I not so lonely. I don't know if I will be able to see him again in this life. At this moment, everything around him turned into endless darkness.

A pleasant female voice came slowly, but it made Feng Luochen's heart ache. The owner of this voice, he is extremely familiar.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi who made him feel the most guilty in his previous life was at the bottom of the dark Yaochi Pond at this time.

"Yes, you are all waiting for me, how can I die? Whoever dares to hinder me from seeing you, I will kill him. Come on, just let me see. Whether you are or not, you really can't kill enough. Feng Luochen's eyes suddenly regained a trace of clarity.

At this time, in his eyes, there was no blood-red light, only boundless tenderness.

He smiled slightly, and with a backhand sword, he slashed a black-armored soldier behind him to the ground.