Where is this?

Chen Feng was nowhere to be found in the vast fog, and he felt that his spirit was about to be lost.

"I ...... Who am I?"

He asked himself the question abruptly, and then a cold sweat broke out behind his back.

"There's something wrong with this fog!"

He exclaimed.

After entering this mist, the originally clear memories quickly dissipated, and the willpower became weaker and weaker.

Something must be behind it!

A sense of anger suddenly rose in his heart that he was being teased by others, and he clenched his fists, trying to reach behind his back to take the big sword.

"Where's my weapon?"

His back was empty, and he didn't carry anything at all.

"I haven't forgotten this!"

The scene of fighting with this black broken sword these days suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

"It's not the real world. ”

He finally understood, a sneer on his lips.

It's a place where people forget all the things that have names in their heads, including their own names.

But since this big sword started with Chen Feng, this unreliable master has never named him.

Because when using him, it is simply necessary to shout out some embarrassing words.

That's the behavior of bandits, and this broken sword doesn't look good, who wants to use it to show off their might?

It seems that this broken sword originally had a name?

Chen Feng thought so in his heart, but he didn't care about him!

Now that this broken sword is in my hands, only I can name it!

In a short period of time, he suddenly realized and figured out everything.

"me. ”

He said hatefully. Then the spirits gathered, the golden pupils opened, and the two eyes were like two bright lights in the thick fog.

"Broken!"

In the middle of the drink, the entire space began to shake violently.

This made Chen Feng even more convinced that this was not the real world, but some kind of illusion, which made him enter a state of demonism.

However, the golden flames burning in his eyes didn't seem to be afraid of these demons and monsters.

After activating the blood qi and opening the golden pupil, the previous memories seemed to come back.

"No wonder the fire seal said that the ghost gate flower was weird, and told me to be very careful, so when I saw it, it was really extraordinary. ”

He still didn't dare to be careless.

After the golden pupils opened, the fog around them seemed to lighten a little. But Chen Feng knew that it was not that the fog had faded, but that his eyesight had greatly increased now, and he had a certain penetrating effect on the miasma.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an unpleasant sound.

Between the ghost crying wolf and the murmuring, it is so bad that it makes the scalp tingle.

At first, it was a small sound that he couldn't quite hear, but as time went on, it seemed to get louder and louder, and eventually it even pierced his eardrum and pierced his brain.

He heard the distorted voice shouting:

"Join us !!!!"

Sharp and piercing, irritability and anger rose in his heart.

Running the blood in his throat, he let out a loud shout:

"Roll !!"

The voice centered on him, turning into a wave of qi that spread, and even the mist couldn't get close to him for a while.

The noisy voice subsided briefly, and Chen Feng's ears gained a moment of peace.

But the tranquility lasted only a moment.

There seemed to be whispers in his ears, followed by some strange whispers.

"Hey, hey... Hey... Hahahaha..."

At first there were one or two small whispers, and then there seemed to be hundreds, thousands of people laughing.

They all hide behind this fog.

The whisper that came to mind inexplicably made Chen Feng a little creepy.

"Didn't you say that the second phase only lasted for one stick of incense? How long has it been now, and it's not over yet?"

Chen Feng asked himself in his heart.

Outside of his thoughts, in the red desert, the fire seal sat bored inside the golden barrier.

His fingers flicked the sand and gravel on the ground, and his eyes were straight to the small flame in front of him.

Only a little weaker.

When the flame is extinguished, it is the time of two incense sticks, and he can guide Chen Feng to the next step.

Although there is no physical pain in this step, the danger is only known to those who have actually experienced it.

"It's only been a short time, why does it feel like it's been a long time?"

The fire seal asked himself the same.

"Maybe it's a delusion. ”

It can only be explained in this way, if it is not for his own psychological effect, is there any force that can affect the flow of time within the barrier?

He immediately laughed at his ridiculous idea.

The time in this small world is already different from the time outside.

The whispers around Chen Feng gradually became quieter, and the kind of overlapping weird laughter made people uncomfortable.

At this moment, it turned into sparse laughter again, and finally disappeared.

He thought it was calm, but his ears twitched, and he heard an ominous sound coming from the fog.

is breaking through this fog at a rapid pace, and with absolutely no good intentions.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

He yelled, blood wrapping around his fist before slamming it in the direction the sound came from.

The mist was compressed by the punch, and then exploded violently.

"Bang!"

It seemed to hit something, but there were only faint, sticky beads of liquid on his fist, as if he hadn't hit anything but a cloud of mist.

It's getting weirder!

Regardless of the horror in his heart, he quickly activated his fiery body.

Fire to yang to rigidity, to demons and evil originally had a certain restraint effect.

Moreover, what Chen Feng's body drew was a fierce fire ignited with blood qi, and the power was naturally much greater than that of ordinary spiritual qi flames.

As his body temperature rose, the fog around him began to move away from him, as if he had a consciousness to flee from the danger of his own accord.

The fog within one meter, one zhang, and ten zhang around him had receded.

I can see the empty ground under my feet again.

The surrounding mist surrounded him in a circle.

But it didn't take long for the fog around him to converge in front of him.

Not only around him, but also the fog between heaven and earth seemed to be rushing in front of him, rolling and converging like a hundred rivers returning to the west.

He had a vague premonition that there was going to be a big problem for him to deal with.

It may ...... It's huge!

His pupils narrowed.

In front of him, the dense fog condensed as if it were a reality, turning into a black oppressive piece, more than a person high, and it was wriggling and deforming.

It didn't take long for the fog to turn into ......

An army!

He looked at the black pressed heads, ironclad and spears, and they were a group of ...... who were not afraid of death Ghost Army.

"Hades... Guarding the army. ”

He muttered.

"Drink!"

All the soldiers stamped their feet, and then slammed their spears on the ground, and let out a uniform roar like thunder in the sky.

He looked intently, although these soldiers were in golden iron armor, they did not show their faces, and their entire heads were covered with thick iron masks, leaving only two eyes that shimmered green.

The soldiers took a step forward, as if the already dark heaven and earth were pressing down on him.

It was the scene he feared the most, but he was most angry.

He didn't know where these troops came from, but he felt that this moment should come later, at least a few decades later, he couldn't say exactly, but at least twenty or thirty years.

At least he must be able to slash out a sword qi that can cut through thousands of troops......

But at this time, he was sad, anger filled every corner of his body, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"A sword to pick a thousand jun, what am I afraid of?!"

His hands were clenched and raised high into the sky.

"I'm Chen Feng! Borrow a sword from the sky!"

A heartfelt cheer recalls on the vast plains.

No one responded.

In an instant, all the soldiers stopped moving and looked up at the sky.

In the void sky, layers of cirrus clouds suddenly gathered, and there was thunder echoing in them, these clouds took on a spiral, and then they were attracted by some force and descended towards the ground.

Ten thousand clouds gathered at one point, which was Chen Feng's palm.

The rumbling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the ground under Chen Feng's feet seemed to be mourning.

After gathering, Chen Feng's hand held a hundred-zhang long sword, which was held straight above his head, as if he wanted to pierce the sky, and all the power was vulnerable in front of this sword.

Although it is waved by manpower, it represents the will of heaven and earth to be destroyed.

No one can stop you.

"Slash!" he roared, his arm fluttering and dropping his greatsword.

First there was silent destruction, then there was a loud bang that shook the sky.

The falling greatsword turned into a storm.

Iron Armor Jinge turned into flying sand and rocks in this storm that swept everything.

Moments later, the storm subsided.

"I hear thunder??" the fire mark was sitting bored on the ground, staring at the half-lit flame, and let out a puzzled sound.

He shook his head.

"Isn't there only one kind of weather in this hellish place?"

Overhead, there is an eternal blue sky.

"And there's nothing here, where is the reason for flat ground thunder?"

He asked himself this, and immediately felt that it was really unlikely, and he stopped thinking about it.

Maybe people have some fantasies when they are overly nervous, and so do squirrels?

As soon as he had this thought, he wanted to slap himself immediately.

He has always been reluctant to admit that he is a squirrel, is he used to being yelled "dead squirrel dead squirrel" by this stinky boy all day long?

It's weird, yes, it's weird.

He sighed and continued to stare at the half-remaining flame in front of him.

----

All the soldiers turned into a mist in the sky again, and Chen Feng's mood calmed down, looking at the scattered white, he was silent for a long time.

However, this time the fog dissipated and did not turn into anything else.

It seems that this mist does have an aura, and this blow has greatly damaged his vitality, and he can no longer gather or transform.

Chen Feng was immediately slapped in the face by the scene in front of him.

The fog instantly thickened again, gathering in front of him.

He didn't know how he borrowed the sword qi that had dissipated, and at the moment his hands were empty, looking at the scene in front of him, he was a little flustered.

Still coming?!

But the fog only gathered for a moment before it dissipated.

In front of him, a tall door went straight into the sky.

"Hell Gate. ”

He read the words on the plaque.