Looking at Chen Feng's expression, the demon guessed that Chen Feng's mind began to waver, and the smile on his ugly face became even stronger. 135%7924?*6/810He couldn't help but use the memory of a real person to indulge, and said in a human voice: "You are still overconfident. But what's the use of thinking more, what's the use of having more things? In front of me, everything about you is short-lived, and you can only grow old or die, while I am eternal. You will never be my opponent! Today, you will be my powerful help!"

As the demon head spoke, the demonic qi and purple fire gradually enveloped Chen Feng. The green fire, red fire, and secret knowledge of the faithful protector of the Lord barely resisted, but there was always a moment when they could not support it.

The demon's voice was gradually eroding Chen Feng's confidence: "Have you seen the stars in the sky? Many of them are useless stones. Even from the perspective of you human beings, what do those brilliant stars really have to do with you? At the end of the years, they will eventually return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth. This is the fate of all the weak, those stars and yours. You can't choose, and you can't change it. ”

When the demon spoke, he didn't relent, and the demonic aura became heavier. The flames and secret knowledge that Chen Feng's body resisted gradually became darker, and he was no longer the opponent of demonic qi and purple fire.

Although the devil won the battle slightly, he was still using his own language to spy on the loopholes in Chen Feng's heart. It likes to defeat its opponents in strength and prefers to defeat its opponents in spirit. It also wants to win time, and the sooner the better. In addition, if Chen Feng's entire spirit could collapse, it would also be more conducive to it controlling Chen Feng's flames, and even being able to absorb some of Chen Feng's secret knowledge for his own use.

Chen Feng bit his tongue violently, and then let out a loud roar, almost releasing the liquefied flames in his body. At this time, his secret sea was already empty. Although the chance is slim, he can only work hard, otherwise he can only become a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by the devil.

The Adversary smirked contemptuously, "The more you struggle, the more painful it will be when you die at my hands." ”

Chen Feng could almost feel the erosion of his body by the demonic qi and the burning of his body by the purple fire. There is only a thin layer left of the green fire and the red fire.

Chen Feng glanced at the starry sky, because of the concealment of the demonic energy, he couldn't see anything for a long time, but he could still imagine the brilliance of the starlight. In the mouth of the demon, the stars were also insignificant, and its demonic energy could also cover the starry sky in front of Chen Feng's eyes. But what about in front of the wilderness? Can it hold out? Or in front of the weeds? Will the weeds care about this moment?

Chen Feng seemed to see a grass seed in the wind gradually fall to the ground, take root, sprout, grow into a weed, and then grow a large area. When winter comes, the weeds quickly wither or decay, but when spring comes, they grow into larger patches. At this point, the devil calls himself immortal, but he can't do it. Otherwise, how could it be a remnant now?

When Chen Feng thought of this, he suddenly understood the trick: yes, it's just a remnant soul. Everything in the world has a law to follow, and the devil is no exception. As a remnant soul, it relies on instinct, but what it lacks is its own heart.

After death, the body will turn into fertilizer to nourish the earth, and the soul will enter reincarnation; the weeds will dry up and decay, and they will also become the components of fertile soil, and they will grow again the next year; the wilderness may become a forest, a lake or even a canyon in the vicissitudes of life, but it will always have a chance to become a wilderness again, and it may wait for millions of years, but there is still a chance; the fate of the stars may not turn around until billions of years, tens of billions of years, or even hundreds of billions of years, but it is still worth looking forward to, because time in the universe is endless. As long as there is hope, fate is worth looking forward to.

But what is the devil's head? The remnant soul can't be fully recovered, and no matter how powerful it is, it's just an incomplete demon. The most important thing is that if the demon dies, he will disappear forever in the vast universe, and there will be no possibility of returning.

Yes, that's what it looks like! Chen Feng couldn't help but shout: "Everything in the world has a reason not to be bound by fate. But you demons are the only ones who will be tightly sealed by the cage of fate!"

Chen Feng felt the whirlpool of demonic qi around him, although he trembled, he quickly healed.

The Adversary's voice sounded again: "Why bother to make a pointless struggle, being killed by me is your fate, why bother to talk about the fate of others." Chen Feng clearly felt a trembling in the devil's words.

Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Haha, others, are you human?"

"You want to provoke me. The demon's translucent arm pointed at Chen Feng, and the demonic qi vortex gave birth to an invisible power, controlling Chen Feng.

Chen Feng secretly screamed that it was not good, but he could no longer move, the flames on the surface of his body had been eroded to the point that only a layer of membrane remained, and there was not much secret knowledge left.

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, is this really your fate as the devil said?" Chen Feng asked himself a few words stupidly, and suddenly laughed wildly. When I first met the secret master, the dwarf secret person once asserted that Chen Feng only had half a day's yang life, but Chen Feng came back to life; the two secret masters of Kuroshio and Qingbo had attacked him, and he still escaped his life; he still did not die when he encountered the corpse king in Yizhuang; he drank the soup of life and death by chance, and he miraculously possessed the secret whirl and became a secret one; in the next trials and expeditions, how many times was he chased and killed, his strength was constantly growing, how could he die at the hands of a remnant soul?

It is difficult for a frog in a well to break fate, but a high-flying eagle can overlook mediocre beings. But when the frog jumped out of the well, it was freed from the shackles of fate, and the eagle fell into the dust, and could no longer be a hero. The more Chen Feng thought about it, the more agitated his heart became, once upon a time, he was so ignorant, but did he ever think that he had his current self?

"I haven't returned to Red Maple Island yet, I haven't taken revenge, I haven't explored more secret realms, I haven't pursued my avenue...... No matter what, I can't forget my original intention. ”

Chen Feng was shocked, and a flash of light seemed to flash in his mind. All the mystical vortices vibrated and eventually resonated and turned together. With the help of Canghai Jue, his secret whirlpool, secret acupoint, meridians, and secret meridians were activated at the same time, instantly giving him full of secret power.

With a wave of Chen Feng's hand, ninety-nine threads were like nets, entangling the demon head and tying it into two knots. Chen Feng's three thousand Dao knots only had an effect on secret techniques in the past, but Chen Feng was inspired by the demon head's attachment of purple fire to the demonic qi, and attached the only remaining secret knowledge and flames to the Dao silk, and actually restrained the uncertain demon head.

The chaotic state around Chen Feng suddenly disappeared, the bright starlight shone on his body again, and the wilderness scenery reflected in his eyes again.

However, how could the demon be easily restrained, with the help of Zihuo, the demonic qi continued to break the Dao silk. After the Dowel is broken, it will be automatically renewed, but it still can't compare to the speed of the break. Chen Feng smiled calmly, and there were more threads flying out of his hands: one, two, three...... Thirty, thirty-one...... All the way up to eighty-one!

Chen Feng's most peculiar secret technique actually broke through here, and one hundred and eighty Dao threads were divided into three Dao knots, once again binding the demon silk. The main thing is that Doeth is no longer broken by the Adversary.