Feng Qingyang tried to go backwards, only to feel that there seemed to be a cool air behind him, and he didn't dare to retreat with his raised feet, and he had an intuition in his heart that if he took a step back, he would die on the spot.

After much hesitation, he finally withdrew his foot, standing a little overwhelmed.

Before, he was stunned to advance eighty steps forward, that is, he felt that he seemed to have lost something, but now it seems that the lost thing is not something else, it is his own youth!

He bent down and picked up a piece of human bone at his feet, his hand was cold, the bones were round and smooth and flashing, even if the life was wiped out on this Shaohua Road, but the stubborn bones were never worn out, so it can generally be inferred that this person with white bones is definitely a giant of the eternal golden courage and power realm, and even on it is not necessarily.

But even such a powerful figure still stopped at eighty steps.

"Isn't the loss of this life a year in a step?" Feng Qingyang had doubts in his mind, picked up the skull and threw it forward gently.

This throw, as if through time, saw that the golden skull was eroded by an invisible force before it fell to the ground, and even the dust was not left.

"This!" Feng Qingyang was taken aback again.

Looking up again, it seems that these short twenty steps are no longer a distance, but an independent world.

The speed of time in this heaven and earth must be extremely fast, one step at a time, and I don't know how many years have passed if we go down one step.

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pinched his white hair, he didn't dare to think about what he was now, and suddenly there was a sense of vicissitudes in his heart, a feeling that looking back on the past was like a dream, and Shaohua was no longer in the snap of his fingers.

He turned back regardless of it.

I saw a reflection behind me, and that reflection was like a mirror.

In the mirror there was a man with white hair and a withered face, whose face was flabby, as if he had aged to the extreme, and if a gust of wind suddenly blew now, he was afraid that it would dissipate.

That person was none other than the wind!

"Is this who I am now?" At this moment, he calmed down, life is like reincarnation, there is life and death, the cycle of life and death is the cycle of cause and effect, the hatred of the past, the three-year covenant or something is not so important.

Suddenly the mirror began to ripple, like a calm lake with waves carried by the breeze.

The distortion begins to change.

When he was born, when he was named on the gold list, when he crossed over, and when he fled to life and death in the cultivation realm repeatedly, this scene seemed to be like a replay of the movie in the scene.

Life is like a white horse, just like that! Like the moon in the mirror, every qiē is all vain.

Call!

Suddenly, a breeze surged on this Shaohua Road, and the bones on the side of the road turned to ashes.

Feng Qingyang was staring at the reflection behind him, unaware of the great changes behind him.

And the breeze was moving very slowly, as if it would take countless years to advance every little bit of progress.

If you look closely, you will find that the wind speed is actually extremely fast, but the progress is slow, and the visual impact of extremely fast and extremely slow is simply beyond words.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a deafening roar in the air, and the reflection began to ripple violently, and the influence began to change violently, but this change was not something he had experienced.

There was a blood red in the reflection, the blood clouds in the sky continued, millions of corpses were lying on the ground, and finally there was a huge white demon wolf proudly in it, the demon wolf was also full of blood, and a pair of blood-red eyes were looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Xiaoyue?"

When he saw the demon wolf, a mystery in his heart seemed to tremble, and he wanted to catch it deeply.

Crash!

The mirror shattered, and the breeze ahead was about to push in.

Feng Qingyang seemed to smell a hint of danger, and when he glanced back, sure enough, the breeze was actually visible to the naked eye, like a wisp of green mang, where the green mang passed, the white bones turned into flying ashes!

This mysterious 'Shaohua Road' is full of crises, and it actually has the effect of depriving lives, and even the zombies who are excluded by the Three Realms and Five Elements cannot escape.

The stone staircase path in front of him was in front of him, only twenty steps short, and if it was placed in normal times, it would only be a matter of a breath, not even half a breath.

But at this moment, it seems to be like a moat in front of me, and I see that a road that can lead to a mysterious place is in front of me, but it cannot be reached in any way.

Shaohua is easy to grow old, time is like an arrow, and only when you are really facing death will you feel like this.

Although he has also experienced countless battles between life and death, that kind of fight is not the same as this kind of waiting for death.

Fighting can kill him instantly, but now waiting for death is tormenting his nerves every minute.

Shaohua is easy to grow old, life is not there, no matter how strong you are, even if you can turn the clouds and rain upside down, you still can't escape the cycle of life and death.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly gave birth to a feeling in his heart, a feeling of facing life and death.

What's the point of being alive and what is the point of dying?

Although he didn't continue to take a step forward, his body was aging faster, his white hair that was as dry as straw was falling out one after another, his body was even weaker, and even swallowing a mouthful of saliva seemed so difficult.

As if bewitched, the wind is clear and powerless to fight back.

Just as the green mang in front of him was about to advance to his side, a blood-colored light suddenly bloomed from his body.

The light rose into the sky, and then condensed into an unknown figure, which roared in the sky as soon as it took shape.

The roar shook the earth, and it seemed to reveal a deep unwillingness, but more of an unyielding meaning!

Feng Qingyang, who was about to accept death peacefully, suddenly came back to his senses at this moment.

"Why should I die?"

Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, and a stream of essence blood shot out, and the blood-colored figure returned to Feng Qingyang's body after roaring.

But now he is sober and no longer accepts death in peace!

"Why should you take my life?"

"If I don't want to die, you can deprive me?"

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he raised his foot and stepped forward without hesitation.

Thundered!

Heaven and earth exploded again, and I saw that the green mangs that had been advancing suddenly dissipated, and those disappeared white bones actually reappeared.

The wind Qingyang seemed to feel something, and took ten steps forward in a row, only to feel that the skeleton of his body was about to melt away.

But even so, he still didn't stop his steps, and every step seemed to be a confirmation of himself.

"Shaohua Yi Lao is just in vain!" Feng Qingyang laughed, as if he understood the truth of a god and demon, although his body seemed to be scattered, and even he felt that his body had dissipated and no longer existed.

But he still didn't stop, and in this short period of time, Feng Qingyang's will seemed to have been tempered unusually.

His whole body revealed a stream of essence inside and out, as if it was about to penetrate heaven and earth.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Twenty short steps had been completed in an instant, and he stopped steadily beside the jumping stone steps.

When I raised my hand, I saw that sure enough, the original old body was actually restored, and the white hair was also blood red.

"Shaohua Baishou is just a flower in the mirror!"