The special ward of S City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is independent of the ordinary inpatient department, and is an independent department specially opened by the hospital for special groups, and it is difficult for non-ordinary people to enter the special ward for treatment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"My head hurts so much!" At this moment, in a special ward, Chu Feng covered his forehead and woke up from a coma.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a face that had overwhelmed the city and the country. Lin Muwan was staring at him with wide eyes. In the special ward, one by one, nurses took care of it, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, Lin Muwan met Chu Feng again.

"Ahem, it's you... What a coincidence!" Chu Feng sneered, but his eyes subconsciously fell on Lin Muwan's chest. The softness of the last time, thinking back to this day, I can't help but ripple in my heart.

Although Chu Feng concealed it well, his thief eyes were still caught by Lin Muwan. As soon as Lin Muwan remembered what happened last time, he was furious. I couldn't help but wait fiercely for Chu Feng, and said in a low voice: "Hooligan!"

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said apologetically: "This... that, I didn't mean it last time." You pounced on me, and...

Before he finished speaking, Lin Muwan was like a cat with his tail stepped on, his face was blushing, and he yelled at Chu Feng: "Shut up!" Chu Feng didn't mention it, but it was okay that Chu Feng didn't mention it, and this mention immediately made Lin Muwan's memory of the last time more clear.

After all, it's hard to forget any woman who has experienced something like that.

Looking at the angry Lin Muwan, Chu Feng didn't know where he offended her, obviously he was apologizing, but the other party was even more angry, what was going on? Could it be that women are so unreasonable? No, Zhao Xin'er is much gentler...

"Add medicine!" Lin Muwan said in a cold voice, and as he spoke, he took out a syringe and filled the medicine into the infusion bag.

Chu Feng opened his mouth and wanted to say something. was glared at by Lin Muwan, so he simply closed his mouth and stopped explaining.

After adding medicine, Lin Muwan left the ward as if he were gone. The huge ward was quiet, and Chu Feng was the only one left. He stared out the window at the night, and the bright moonlight fell on his face like water through the window, cold and cold.

In the middle of the sound, he sat up directly from the bed, and even pulled out the needle and thread in his hand. Slowly walked to the window, looking through the glass window at the moonlight like water.

The night was cool, dark, and peaceful. But at this moment, what Chu Feng saw in his eyes was not peace, but the turbulent waves contained in the tranquility, like a cool night, just like the eve of a rainstorm, or a sense of crisis that seemed to have a flood of beasts hidden in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to swallow everything.

"Hundred ghosts walking in the night, little girls, bloody hands... none of these should belong to my world, but now they have appeared. Zhao Xin'er is obviously Zhao Xin'er, but she is not Zhao Xin'er. Why did she say that the bloody hand is a creature in the crack, and what is the creature in the crack?" Chu Feng looked at the night and muttered to himself, his black eyes flashing with a contemplative light.

After a long time, he shook his head again, about the ghost night walk, about the little girl, about the bloody hand or the crack, he sorted out all his thoughts, and he found that he still didn't see anything.

"Emperor?"

He suddenly remembered a word, it was the first sound of the bloody hand. One word makes the bloody hand fearful. In a trance, he remembered something, forgot something, and had no answer.

The cold wind blew on his face, blowing his black hair, revealing eyes as deep as stars. Under the moonlight, his face was solemn, his eyes staring at the dark night sky, and his eyes gradually burned brightly.

"Now that the trajectory of fate has shifted, everything is undecided. From now on, we will never allow today's events to happen again!" he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said as if swearing to the bright moon outside the window.

In the world of gods and demons, Jiang Qin died because of him. In the real world, Zhao Xin'er almost died because of him. A similar scene was a huge stimulus for Chu Feng. Especially looking at Zhao Xin'er's strength when she fought against the bloody hand, that state deeply attracted Chu Feng. It seems that with a raised hand, you can decide the life and death of people and be the master of all things.

This made him clearly understand that only when people are strong can they be qualified to guard something in their hearts.

"I'm going to get stronger!"

The huge belief seemed to burst out of a shell and rose in Chu Feng's heart. His body erupted with unprecedented momentum, it was a change of faith, a change of heart!

As if he felt his belief, the aura formed by the Spirit Formation Sutra in his body resonated with him, and his body was stirring, and his blood was surging, bursting out with an unprecedented surging momentum.

With a flick of his sleeves, he opened the window, jumped up, and landed directly on the balcony in front of the window. After glancing at Mingyue lightly, he sat directly cross-legged and began to cultivate the first action of the Spirit Building Sutra.

After experiencing some things, Chu Feng also had a deep understanding of the power of the Spirit Building Sutra. It was precisely because of this that he had an unprecedented desire for the cultivation of the Spirit Sutra.

Entering the Twelve Realms of the Spirit, there are a total of twelve movements.

Each action represents a realm, and each realm is consummated, which is the next realm of cultivation.

With the familiarity and persistence of the first action, in his body, the wisp of spiritual energy increased and grew in a way that was advancing by leaps and bounds, from the size of a hair at the beginning, and gradually a stream of spiritual energy the size of a thumb appeared, rushing in his body.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Chu Feng was like a stubborn stone, sitting on the balcony, hidden in the dark, quietly cultivating. And in his body, his aura was like a stream rushing slowly, forming several weeks.

It wasn't until the fifth hour that his body trembled violently, and his body trembled violently. The aura in his body rushed rapidly as if it was out of control, forming an invisible wind wave that spread out to all sides.

"Broken!"

Faith, heart change, like a wordless roar, seems to set things right, against that will, obey the spirit, so that a layer of red light appeared on the surface of his body. This light was very faint, but it quickly exploded, and the rich aura emanated from all over his body, blending into it, and converging with the qi in his body.

It was a red aura, this aura should not have appeared, but now it appeared, if you want to investigate, it is the aura that melted into Chu Feng's body when the blood spirit fell and shattered. Half of the aura of the blood pendant was dissipated, and half was integrated into Chu Feng's body. Now it has been refined by the Spirit Builder Sutra, a true fusion.

Until, a sound of breaking bamboo came from Chu Feng's body, and more black stains filled his body, as well as a more powerful momentum...