In his sleep, Ye Feng found himself entering a cold world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info☆☆m~ wonderful~oriental~literature~☆☆

The world is a barren land, and the ground is completely covered with ice and snow.

The ice and snow were very cold, and I was walking on them with my bare feet, which made me look very lonely.

As far as the eye can see, there is confusion.

Suddenly, under the ice, tombstones slowly emerged.

Blood was actually flowing from these tombstones.

Not dripping from above, nor overflowing from below.

Instead, it flows slowly out of the middle of the tombstone, as if the tombstone were alive.

The tombstone swirled and circled around itself.

With a whoosh, these tombstones were like a pair of legs, transforming each other on the ice, and finally standing in the eight directions of Ye Feng's southeast, northeast, northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest.

Tombstones, forty-eight in all.

After these tombstones appeared, Ye Feng felt even colder.

At first, it was just a cold feeling from under your feet, but after the tombstone appeared, the cold air from your feet instantly rushed into your spine.

Ye Feng came to the nearest tombstone.

The tombstone suddenly sprouted an eye from the blood.

The eyes are all white, white, and terrifying.

glanced at the white eyes, and instantly entered a sea of blood.

Blood, boundless blood rushed down from the top of his head.

The blood was very thick, making it difficult for me to breathe.

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

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

Voices, empty and ghostly voices came from all directions.

It's not that Ye Feng hasn't seen hell, and it's not that he hasn't seen those evil ghosts, but here, these sounds seem to be even more terrifying than those over there.

Ye Feng felt incredible.

Suddenly, a palm sprang out of the sea of blood.

This palm is huge. Like a mountain peak, in the palm of his hand, blood-colored bodies quickly moved.

Between scurrying around, the body is very smooth and tender, secreting a trace of black liquid.

Silk ......

Suddenly, a blood-colored head burst out of these bodies.

Blood-colored head, two eyes, snakes.

It's a snake.

The serpent opened its mouth, and the core of the snake inside swayed from side to side, neighing violently.

Ye Feng felt as if the inside of his head had been pierced into it by thorns.

Shoulders, a pair of hands appeared on the shoulders, and hands appeared on both legs, and hands also appeared on both legs.

Forty-eight tombstones, forty-eight hands, blood-colored hands, all finally clinging to Ye Feng's body.

The biting chill filled all the bones in the body with cold.

In the end, these chills gathered together and became a sharp knife, which was inserted into Ye Feng's head.

Target Soul Consciousness Sea!

Ye Feng's whole body shook suddenly, and he shouted loudly, and a golden ** appeared behind his head.

**There is also a Kunpeng Phantom on top.

After the golden ** appeared, a swastika was instantly released on Ye Feng's back.

These swastikas emitted golden flames, and once they touched these bloody hands, the eyes in the bloody hands and the blood-colored giant snake all let out a roar, especially the roar of the giant snake, which was like a wolf howling and making people's scalps tingle.

......

In the thatched house, Ye Feng's body was suspended, very strangely suspended, and one of his hands was thrown around in the void.

Behind the thatched huts, forty-eight graves were completely gone.

But in the blink of an eye, they seemed to emerge from the ground, and a gust of wind blew, and blood flowed from the ground.

Blood covered all forty-eight tombstones.

......

Ye Feng opened his eyes in an instant and gasped for breath.

"What's going on? How could I have nightmares? I haven't slept so soundly for a long time, but why don't I feel so good in spirit?" Ye Feng felt very strange in his heart.

But he didn't notice it, and at this time, the blood that appeared on the tombstone behind the thatched hut was completely gone.

Forty-eight tombstones, standing firmly on the earth, like lonely ghosts, seem to tell something.

Ye Feng got up from the ground, came to the outside of the thatched house, and looked at the stars, it was just the third watch.

"It seems that I woke up a little early today, strange, really strange, but why is the temperature here so much colder than before?" As Ye Feng spoke, he had to release the Immortal Yuan Force, and his whole body was shrouded in a shrouded light.

The sword body was stuck in the ground, and a sword formation was cast from a meter away.

Ye Feng was a little puzzled, Jian Thirty still protects himself when he sleeps?

Coming to Jian Thirty's side, Ye Feng squatted down, stretched out his hand and flicked it twice at the hilt of Sword Thirty.

The sword thirty sword body suddenly trembled.

"What's going on?" Jian Thirty asked Ye Feng.

"I also wanted to ask you what's going on, how did you react so much. The sword array has also been arranged, is there anyone here here, why are you so cautious?" Ye Feng asked curiously.

Sword Thirty hadn't done that before.

"Master, I have just encountered something terrible, cold, biting cold, and then my soul seems to have been drained of blood, and I feel a wave of sleepiness, which I have never felt before. There was a hint of disbelief in Jian Thirty's tone, and a hint of faint fear.

Ye Feng frowned, "You said cold, and fear, and sleepiness?"

Jian Thirty's words reminded Ye Feng of the dream he had just had.

In dreams, there is also cold, there is also a frightening atmosphere, and I feel very tired.

Is it a coincidence that both people feel this way?

"I felt it just now. After Ye Feng's salty words came out, Jian Thirty was even more frightened, feeling that the cold was pressing again.

Of course, this is a chill from the bottom of his own heart, and it has nothing to do with the outside world.

"This place is indeed a bit evil, especially the forty-eight tombs behind the thatched hut, why don't we build a thatched hut tomorrow." Ye Feng secretly sighed.

Whoever sleeps next to a tombstone will not have a good time.

Neither in feng shui but also psychologically, this cannot be done.

"Forty-eight graves? There are also forty-eight in the back of this, it can't be so coincidental, right?"

Suddenly, Ye Feng stood up and walked towards a stone about one person high.

He stretched out his finger and counted towards the peaks of this mountain range.

"One, two, three...... Forty-eight...... It's also forty-eight......"

Forty-eight peaks, this thing is a little weird.

No, it was forty-nine, and Ye Feng found that he had forgotten the peak he was on.

If you add it in, it's forty-nine peaks, seven seven and forty-nine, variables!

"Master, I also noticed that the herbs here have also decreased. Jian Thirty then told Ye Feng what he had just seen, and he felt a little chill in his heart.

Ye Feng's eyebrows furrowed, "If what you said is true, then these herbs must have been taken away by the so-called thieves, and they all disappeared just now, right?" Okay, let's not sleep today." ”

Ye Feng was so that he had no sleepiness, his spirit was highly concentrated, and his eyes were staring at the medicine garden, motionless.

Fourth watch, fifth watch......

There was a loud rooster crowing in the distance, Ye Feng rubbed his bloodshot eyes, he almost didn't close his eyes this night, but he didn't see the strange phenomenon that Jian Thirty said.