Putting down the bamboo slip in his hand, Ling Feng gently tapped his head with his hand, even if he had the protection of the centering array, he still felt dizzy, after a night of enlightenment, what Ling Feng could understand was still only the skin, and he couldn't even get started, the way of yin and yang, although it was a branch of the way of chaos, but it still had infinite mysteries, even if Ling Feng had many innate advantages, if he wanted to comprehend it in one night, it was completely a fool's dream, or a daydream, Ling Feng had come into contact with it so far, what he had come into contact with was still only some of the shallowest and outermost things, those mysterious cultivation methods and various Dao methods, Ling Feng had not been able to contact them。

Stopped cultivating, the first thing Ling Feng did was to fall asleep, he hadn't been so tired for a long time, this feeling was like the feeling of a big battle with an evenly matched mortal enemy, under the exhaustion, continuing to cultivate was only half the effort, meaningless move, to be honest, he had indeed not had a decent rest for a long time, as a cultivator in the Dao realm, he could already open the valley, he didn't need to eat those grains to survive, but relied on absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to maintain life, so naturally he didn't need to be like mortals, he also needed to rest and sleep, but immortal cultivators were not immortals after all, Although it has transcended the realm of mortals, it is still a mortal, it will be tired, it will also die, there is flesh and blood, there are seven emotions and six desires, and the immortal cultivators, although they boast of being noble, but in fact, when they think about it, they are still just living under the control of the Heavenly Dao, trapped in the pathetic mortals who are left in the reincarnation, and they will never be able to get rid of the suffering of the mortal world if they do not transcend the Heavenly Dao and fail to live as immortals.

For Ling Feng, what he needs most now is rest, in fact, since entering Baiyun City, Ling Feng's heart has never really calmed down, after all, he is just a casual cultivator who has entered the Dao realm, helpless, as soon as he enters the city, he has provoked the Wang family, the head snake, even if he is calm on the surface, it is impossible for him to calm down in his heart, whether it is strength or strength, Ling Feng is too far away from it, it may be an exaggeration to say that it is the difference between cloud and mud, but indeed, the two parties are not at the same level at all, if it were not for the help of the Ye family, Ling Feng would have escaped from Baiyun City by now, if things were really bad to a certain point, Ling Feng is probably now turned into a pile of white bones......

And for the next five months, Ling Feng has been staying in Qianyun Tower, never taking a step, on the surface he is refining, but in his heart, he no longer pays attention to whether the Wang family has any movements, so he laid a forbidden trap in the room in advance, and in the end, the Wang family did do it, fortunately, the people who did it were still monks who entered the Dao realm, and they were all within the realm that Ling Feng could deal with, for five months, every day and night, Ling Feng's heart had been hanging and had not been put down, and until yesterday's treasure meeting, he had experienced it again, and he had seen so many things, and his heart had actually been blown by a storm a long time ago, and he was not calm, especially in the end, Ye Feng's words to Ling Feng were the culprits that made Ling Feng upset, that's right, Ling Feng is afraid of death, no one is not afraid of death, or in other words, no reasonable person is not afraid of death, no matter how calm he is on the surface, no matter how clearly he sees life and death, in his heart, he must be afraid of death.

Death is terrifying, it is terrifying, admitting that he is afraid of death, it is not a shameful thing, not afraid of death, that also represents his heart, has long given up the nostalgia for the world, without nostalgia, naturally there will be no desire to ask the immortals, such a person, fighting, is a terrifying opponent, but if he is obsessed, his future will stop here, cultivating immortals, is to fight with time, and death, ordinary scholars have a word, do not seek immortality, only want to rely on you for a hundred years, this is completely a joke, a hundred years, in the eyes of many monks, is not a long time at all, only longevityIn order to experience more of the joy of the world, the joy of the world, and the people you love to rely on, just for a hundred years? Jokes, what jokes, who doesn't want to be with their beloved, cherished people forever, the people in the immortal cultivation world are sinister, but because of this, the monks will pay more attention to the true feelings in their hearts, whether it is demon cultivation or the right path, there will be people they cherish, people who want to protect, and if they want to accompany them forever, they can only seek immortals against the sky and explore the way of immortality, for this reason, they can kill, they can abandon conscience and even human nature, for immortal cultivators, there is no conscience at all, there is only interests, and true feelings are hard to find, so Ling Feng will always be so jealous of Murong Yun in his heart。

Abandoning the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Ling Feng's mind was too tired, he just lay down, and then fell into a deep sleep, it was time for him to be quiet......

"Waste! Elder He, how could you pick up such a waste outside and come back. "

"A waste that will never be able to set foot on the path of cultivating immortals, and still occupies the resources in the temple, why don't you die early......

In the dream realm, people will forget their original identity, dreams, it can be said that there is another world, another world that is completely different from the present world, here, you may completely become another person without realizing it, and now, in the dream, Ling Feng has returned to the days when he was in Tianyinguan, being oppressed and insulted by others.

Suddenly, the scene changed back to when he was in Baiyun City and was almost cornered by Wang Hai, if it wasn't for Ye Qingcian to save him, I'm afraid that at that time, even if he put on the Xuanji Battle Armor, he wouldn't be able to escape from Baiyun City at all.

"Are you Ling Feng? So, can I ask you to die?" "Can I ask you to die?" What a contemptuous remark, just like Ling Feng was just a humble reptile that could be pinched to death at will, and this time, he was rescued by someone to get out of danger.

"Waste...... Ant...... Weakling...... Miscellaneous ......" All kinds of voices echoed in Ling Feng's mind, cold sweat flowed from Ling Feng's forehead, and even a trace of true power fluctuations spread, if a monk was asked to observe Ling Feng's condition at this moment, he would definitely be surprised, because this was the precursor to going mad!