"The projection of the childless old mother came, and the vacuum power slaughtered on the spot...... The city is full of people, and the monarch is blocked by Zhang Yan outside Jiangnan Road, but there is no echo of future power...... He couldn't urge the [Future Mirror] either. In that battle...... Mo Shanbei sacrificed his life to save me...... After that kind of kindness, I can no longer deviate from the right path......"

In the space of the wandering dream, the two Han Feng sat opposite each other.

"There's no way...... The old Dharma Venerable of the Compassion Zen Forest made a move, and the thousand-year-old Buddha Qi under the Compassion Zen Forest suppressed the evil god phantom...... Then the Sanskrit god intervened in the battlefield...... usurped the divine power of the birthless mother...... Since then, Gu Du has conspired, worshiped evil and rebelled, and the sky was full of chaos...... All kinds of things followed......" When he said these words, the purple-clothed Han Feng's eyes were deep, as if he had fallen into some memory from the past.

"I relied on the power of the mist to survive the bloody battle in Yanhua City...... It was a very difficult time, Gu Du, Tianli Sect, Cult Cult and even Sanskrit God were constantly creating trouble, and I went with the flow as an ordinary disciple of the Hanging Sword Division...... Rushing to the battlefield of the six realms of the country...... From Yuhuang Road all the way to Chang'an Road...... There is no end to the continuous fighting. ”

Han Feng drank tea and waited, while the purple-clothed Han Feng continued to speak slowly.

After that, the Zen Forest of Compassion, which had lost its boundless earthly energy, was unable to suppress the Zen Ghost Sect...... The Sanskrit god who usurped the divine power resurrected a demigod who was close to the combat power of the saint...... Plus the invasion of the Underworld...... The whole of Northcontinent was plunged into unprecedented chaos. ”

"There is the underworld outside, the Sanskrit gods encroaching on the national fortune inside, and the evil Buddha is constantly causing chaos, so it is especially difficult for me in the Hanging Sword Division...... With Guo Qinhan, Gu Yunzhou and other teammates in the country to fight in succession, I was finally promoted by the monarch to become a disciple. ”

"Then, while practicing in the Hanging Sword Division, I dealt with many incidents in Beizhou with my colleagues in the Hanging Sword Division. Jishan Treatise on Balance and Unite Buddhism...... Join the Martial Alliance to hold on to Beizhou...... However, at that time, in the midst of a lifetime of exile, I gradually understood that there was no plan to respond to the battle, just a meaningless defense, and that clinging to justice without direction could only add regret to myself......"

Saying this, with the influence of the purple-clothed Han Feng's will, this void world became more and more filled with a strong atmosphere of sadness.

The heavens and the earth were obscured by dark clouds, and only sporadic sunlight penetrated them.

"Guo Qin died in a cold fight...... The Five Swords Master was tortured and killed by the Zen Ghost Sect...... The monarch set up a situation with his destiny to die with the Sanskrit gods, but in the end, he was destroyed by the underworld......"

"The Flying Phoenix and I are struggling to survive this chaotic situation, and we want to open up a path for the Hanging Sword Division to survive...... Unfortunately, as I grew stronger, so did my enemies...... Sanskrit gods, the seven gods of the underworld, the imperial whale overlord, and the river tilting tower, I can only encourage and support in the face of these terrifying enemies......"

"Cruel sacrifices, endless killings...... The scourge of war and the spread of death...... I have experienced so much pain in this great world, and I have carried endless heaviness, and I have gradually grown, using the power of the mist to fight against one invincible enemy after another......"

"Finally...... I was defeated. ”

Even after such a long time, the purple-clothed Han Feng's voice still revealed endless grief of remorse.

As an isotope, Han Feng in the current world could almost completely accept the sadness of himself in front of him, and asked tentatively, "Defeated by the Celestial Heavens?"

"It's not just a war in the sky...... It's a group of primeval gods and demons...... Some of them have the power of the saint level, and some of them are the power of the god and demon level...... That's the power I'm trying to fight against the scourge of the skies...... That demon opened the star mark of the Kyushu world...... More than 30 ancient gods have returned to the human realm...... Then, a brutal massacre began. From the Northern Martial Arts to the Southern Martial Arts, the dead people could be piled up one mountain after another...... I led the people in the most feeble resistance...... And then it was easily suppressed...... The power of the mist sheltered my remnant soul, I was like a lonely ghost wandering in the long river of time, immersed in the sad atmosphere that could not be escaped, watching those damaged historical pictures repeat themselves again and again in front of my eyes, until I found the call of the [Future Mirror], with the help of the last fog power, I broke through the limitations of time and space, and saw you leaping up in the Yanhua City......"

Hearing the narration of the person in front of him, Han Feng didn't feel like he was listening to a story...... It's like a story that really happened in front of you...... Or the story of my own personal experience, because this is another possibility for myself.

Han Feng of the current world paused: "That demon ...... Is it an old man?"

"Yes, it's a madman," the purple-clothed Han Feng nodded, "a poor worm who has been forever searching for the back of the Emperor of the Heavens...... The greatest sorrow for the world is that this poor creature has too much power. ”

Recalling that he had seen the scene of the old sky and the green sky, Han Feng still felt a little uncomfortable now, smiled and asked, "So, what do you need me to do, or ...... What do you think of?"

"I can't help it...... As a loser, I can't offer much constructive advice, but ...... I think I should be able to solve some of your questions and doubts for you......"

As he spoke, the figure of the purple-clothed Han Feng began to float like a puff of smoke. , this wisp of smoke began to slowly merge into the reality of Han Feng's conscious body.

"This is my last strength, please don't leave too many regrets like me...... This is my memory and what remains of knowledge, and I hope it will be useful to you......"

As the purple-clothed Han Feng gave all his remaining power to Han Feng himself, the edge of this world of consciousness began to blur.

Han Feng's eyes flashed like a marquee on a completely different life path, righteousness...... Kindness...... Persistent...... Sacrifice...... Suffering...... Repentance ......"

Accepting this long memory, Han Feng felt like he had been relived for a lifetime, and his spirit was in a trance.

The world around them dissipated, leaving only boundless chaos.

The last reminder of the purple-clothed Han Feng was still echoing in his ears: "Be careful...... The demon. ”

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Opening his eyes, Han Feng held his breath.

When you are not breathing, your mind is highly concentrated, and you can maintain this movement for a moment, exhaling heavily.

He stood up, moved his body, and walked out of the Lock Demon Tower.

Walking out of the Lock Demon Tower, Mo Keye was directing some matters related to the relocation of the capital on Shushan Square, and when he saw Han Feng coming over, everyone saluted.

"Great Heavenly Venerable. ”

Han Feng waved his hand: "I'll go out." ”

"You ......"

Mo Keye couldn't ask, Han Feng himself added: "After all, if you want to go to Zhongzhou, you still have to say hello to your old neighbor in the military sky." ”

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Yesterday I suddenly had something very important to deal with, and then I wasted a long time, and I'm sorry for the day.

However, this story is almost over, so I want to be careful and write steadily, and not write something that I may not be satisfied with.

I'll write well, everyone read slowly, refill~