Lan Feng didn't seem to hear the old man's words, he just stood in a daze, his eyes looked at every corner of the village with a hint of sentimentality, and everywhere was bloody.

The memories that Chen had sealed for half a year surged loose in the depths of Lan Feng's heart, revealing one picture after another, joys and sorrows, life and death.

Lan Feng was injured, and the fire of hope in his body ignited a thick anger little by little, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he laughed miserably, "Hehe...... Haha......"

His voice was low at first, but it came out in a low voice, and then slowly became louder, and his eyes flashed blood, and instantly became bewitching and blood-red.

"Buzz ........."

A gust of wind blew, but it was wrapped around the village and could not be moved.

The old man looked at Lan Feng with some suspicion, and at the moment when Lan Feng's eyes instantly turned blood-red, the old man felt that his whole body became cold and swished, as if he had fallen into the Nine Hells, haunted by hundreds of ghosts, and demons flying all over the sky.

Dozens of robbers were also stunned at this time, and there was a wisp of panic surging in their hearts inexplicably, and even they didn't know why Lu Dao felt this way.

They find themselves struck by endless rage at the slightest move, blasting themselves into a mass of scum.

At this time, they were really afraid, they were all in Yujing and couldn't get around, they were chased and killed and escaped and landed as grass, specializing in robbing weak villages, accumulating to a certain extent, and then returning to Yujing, mixing up a piece of the sky.

Therefore, they know the cultivators and martial artists in the city very well, for their circle, the strongest is undoubtedly the peak martial artist, and at this time, Lan Feng is terrifying, they all feel that they have surpassed this level, and the martial artists of Zhou Lu Academy are the same, the academy is an invincible existence in his mind.

"Who are you, why are you interfering with our actions, are you looking for death?" roared the bandit leader pretending to be the boss, he was regaining confidence for himself, and he really felt a lot more bold with this roar.

No longer feeling the horror of Lan Feng as before, its bandits also suddenly came back under the roar of their leader, and they came back to life all day long.

Although they are all martial artists who cannot condense spiritual power, their minds are extremely powerful, and they all recover in an instant.

"Who am I?" Lan Feng muttered twice, and a gray light swept out from his body, followed by 'Whoa...... hiss...... 'The sound of the dragon's chant and the sound of the sword was heard.

Lan Feng's spiritual power that fell silent surged, and it began to rise little by little from the junior martial artist, from the junior martial artist to the great martial artist, the peak martial artist...... Dacheng Spirit Warrior...... and then to the peak soul martial artist, but still does not stop, the spiritual power is still condensing, climbing upward, and it looks like it will end forever.

Suddenly, the whole mid-air wind and clouds changed color, and instantly dimmed, the wind blew fiercely, and the thunder exploded, but these visions were isolated from the village by an invisible force, and could not pour into the village.

"Whew...... Hiss ......"

Nine Dragons emerged from Lan Feng's body, roaring like thunder in the sky, the brute sword qi swept into the sky, and the dantian halo came out after the Nine Dragons Phantom Brute Mang sword qi appeared, constantly twisting and twisting between Lan Feng's body, but it did not rise outward like Lan Feng broke through the entrance before.

The dantian halo that broke through the innate realm seemed to have undergone some abnormal change, or the dantian halo had been accumulating before, and there was a qualitative change at this moment.

At this time, Lan Feng felt that the dantian halo was truly integrated into this heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth were his own dantian, and he could absorb Zhou Tian's aura in his body at will.

Lan Feng's spiritual sense swept thousands of miles away, and Zhou Tian felt that everything was in his heart, and he felt that he could break this heaven with just a raise of his hand at this time.

Then Lan Feng saw a bamboo slip floating in his heart, which was a colorless Zen book, and he had pinned his hopes on getting the colorless Zen book, relying on this book of Buddhism, to repair his mind completely, or to wash the blood pool quietly, and no longer that demonic.

But Lan Feng only understood its true meaning, so he was forgotten by Lan Feng.

I never thought that Lan Feng came to Zhongzhou after the First World War in the North Hell Academy, and sealed his memories because he didn't want to go back to the past, so that he lived an ordinary life. But he slowly let go of Lan Feng's mind and entered a state of no desire and no desire, and his soul slowly ascended and sublimated over the years.

Although he didn't cultivate, he invisibly improved his cultivation, and his soul reached perfection, so as to break through the peak soul martial realm and embark on the innate realm that countless people dreamed of.

The cultivation of the soul martial realm, this realm is the most mysterious realm, and what he cultivates is not the cultivation of strength but directly to the heart, soul, and state of mind.

It can be said that some realms are the most difficult to break through, and it can also be said to be the easiest to cultivate, among which there is only one soul word, soul cultivation, and the mastery of the state of mind, and then you will step into the innate realm.

For example, Long Xiaotian, Lan Zhan and other people in the peak soul martial realm, although they raised their strength to the peak strength, their state of mind was not accessible and they stopped at the peak soul martial realm.

However, feelings such as these states of mind, some of the general forces have been passed down for a long time, and there are testimonials from the ancestors, which can simulate their states, so as to break through to the innate realm.

However, this kind of breakthrough is naturally incomparable to a martial artist who truly penetrates the mind and breaks through, so the young genius of the general trend of the general trend, one side simulates the state of mind and breaks through to the innate realm, but he comes out alone to temper himself and truly consolidate his state of mind.

In Lan Feng's heart, the colorless Zen book jumped out of the bamboo slips one by one like tadpoles, and gathered together to become a small dragon of Buddha light.

The little dragon of Buddha Light swam in the air above the sea of hearts, opening his mouth and roaring to merge with his soul, so that his state of mind was constantly stable and not destroyed by all things.

Just in Lan Feng's soul, in terms of mood, he jumped into the innate realm, and the halo of the dantian on his body twisted into a dragon shape, looking up to the sky and roaring, and he inhaled Zhou Tian's aura with one mouth, and suddenly the wind outside Luo Village gathered and enveloped Lan Feng's body, and was constantly absorbed by him, so that his spiritual power also stepped into the innate realm.

When Lan Feng's body was surrounded by the wind spiritual power, his body exuded a terrifying spiritual power in infinite silence, this is the spiritual power of the innate realm, majestic and vast.

The old man, or the bandits, including Xiao Xuelian, were unable to move under the power emanating from Lan Feng, and at this moment they found that their bodies were no longer their own, and their eyes were full of fear.

The bandits panicked, they were really scared this time, they were struggling to escape, but they couldn't move, their eyes were full of horror.

Suddenly, Lan Feng's eyelids blinked, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that Lan Feng's body was like this sky-like thunder and purple lightning crossing, with supreme power.

"It's none of our business, it's none of our business, we just came over to rob unintentionally, and we'll return all the belongings now......" After Lan Feng dispersed the spiritual power of the innate realm, the bandits recovered and screamed in panic, and fell to the ground with their looted belongings.

Lan Feng stood quietly and turned back slowly, his bloody eyes looked at the bandits, and two bloody rays shot out from his eyes, and the entire mid-air became cloudy and discolored again.

"Boom ......"

The blood light fell into the crowd of bandits, and it exploded with a bang, and the thunder surged, covering a group of people in the billowing gray smoke, and even a group of people did not have time to scream, and they were killed in an instant.

After killing a group of bandits, Lan Feng turned around slowly and looked at Xiao Xuelian and the two, his face showed a trace of grief, and he talked with a bloody eye, and the whole person recovered.

Lan Feng took a step, stepping on the blood on the ground step by step, and came to the old man. As soon as his spiritual sense swept over the old man, he knew that the old man had lost his life, and he was only relying on the support of his mind to live until now.

With a hint of sentimentality, Lan Feng half-squatted down, looking at this old man, but between a thousand words, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Brother Feng, save your father, save your father......" Xiao Xuelian cried with a sad face, calling with a crying voice, she was extremely sad, and tears were all over her little face.

The old man smiled blindly, and the old man's big hand touched the little snow lotus lovingly, and then looked back at Lan Feng. The old man's old hand grabbed Lan Feng's hand, and the other hand held the hand of Snow Lotus and put it on Lan Feng's hand, clasped it tightly, and said weakly, "She... Sister... Sister... Purple Smoke ...... During the week... Deer... Before ......he finished speaking, his breath was broken, and the whole person fell weakly, his eyelids slowly closed, and he died quietly.

"Dad, Dad........." Xiao Xuelian cried silently on the old man, and the cry of pain echoed in her arms.

Lan Feng sat beside Xue Lian in a daze, didn't do anything, didn't say anything, just looked far ahead, and showed a trace of sentimentality on his face.

A few days later, on a mountain pass in the village, Lan Feng held a small snow lotus in his arms, and walked slowly with a tired figure, and behind him, a trace of sparks in Luo Village burned little by little, burning one after another, and the fire gradually became larger, burning the village into a thick fire, and dyeing the entire half-day person red.

Xiao Xuelian was half-hugged in Lanfeng and gnawed, shedding tears of pain, she looked back several times, reluctant to look at herself, unable to look like herself.