Going mad into the devil, there is a problem in the mortal world, the martial artist in the mortal world, when practicing, what mistakes may go wrong, this kind of mistake, if it is corrected in time, it is fine, if you fail to pay attention in time, it may evolve into a madness, a little careless, the blood and qi flow backwards, and the damage to the internal organs is a common thing, and in the eyes of the monks, it is countless times more terrifying than the mortal world, that is because of the unstable mind of the Dao heart, and the more powerful the Dao heart is, once it falls into the state of going mad, the more difficult it is to break free from it, and Ling Feng, now this is the case。

Ling Feng's god is now imprisoned in the dream world, just like when mortals have nightmares, but the difference is that people who have nightmares can still wake up on their own or be awakened, while Ling Feng, if he can't stabilize in time, then he may never wake up, even if he wakes up, the Ling Feng who wakes up is still Ling Feng, it is unknown.

Sweat was like rain, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead, his hands were clutching the sheets tightly, his face was hideous, the power of chaos already had a tendency to be uncontrollable, he went mad, he could only rely on his own strength to deal with it, not to mention that Murong Yun and Kong Ruo were not here, even if they were, they could only stare at it, even if they invited a powerhouse from the Yuan God Realm to come over, they were helpless, whether they could recover or not depended on Ling Feng's own.

"Rubbish!" In Ling Feng's dream this time, Wang Kun's figure appeared again, Ling Feng reacted, and even if he punched him in the head, he was blocked by his hand.

"Waste, I will use the soul searching technique on you to find out all your secrets. Wang Kun smiled evilly, and his hand grabbed Ling Feng's head, and the latter found that he could only struggle meaninglessly, but he could never escape.

"No...... No, it won't...... No!" Ling Feng held his head, suffering in the boundless darkness, Wang Kun's palm was about to grab Ling Feng's head, but at this moment, the scene changed, an abrupt change, bringing Ling Feng back to five months ago, Wang Hai's face was gloomy, and the cold power filled the sky, freezing Ling Feng's body with his soul, but unlike last time, this time there was no Ye Qingcicada to save him, there was only him alone, and when he was alone, he found that he was still so weak.

"A miscellaneous person who has entered the Dao realm dares to provoke my Wang family, damn it!" Wang Hai's hand shook slightly, and the cold ice that imprisoned Ling Feng's body, along with Ling Feng's body, shattered together......

The scene changed again, back to last night, Wang Daoyuan said softly in his ear.

"Can you please die?"

This time it was still the same, no one came to save him, Murong Yun chose to back down at the first moment, leaving only Ling Feng alone, facing Wang Daoyuan alone, and no matter how Ling Feng resisted, the hole cards were exhausted, and the power of floating was impossible, and it was impossible to shake the big tree, and in the end, it was the same as just now, in the endless cold, he died helplessly.

Endless death, endless reincarnation, Ling Feng struggled in the face of the setbacks he had faced before, but the difference was that he was in the dream realm, but he couldn't cope with this setback, after countless deaths, Ling Feng's mind had become blurred, and he couldn't even remember the things in the present world, all he could do was the endless reincarnation of death and life, life and death, and if it continued like this, it would not be long before he would die forever, along with him in this world, and sleep forever......

Hmph, an ant, dare to resist and refine you into my evil spirit, I feel disgusted. This time, the scene changed back to the Cangyu Forest, and standing opposite him was the fifth disciple sitting down by the Purple Condensation Daoist, Wind Evil.

Endless evil soul skeletons poured out, wrapping Ling Feng's body, biting Ling Feng's mind and soul, last time, Ling Feng was in this situation, awakening the power of chaos, but this time, he was afraid that he could only helplessly meet the arrival of death, his mind has been blurred to the point of extremely weak, I am afraid that this death, will bring eternal death......

"Calm down!" Suddenly, an incomparably majestic voice hovered in Ling Feng's mind, shocking Ling Feng as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Meditation. That majestic voice continued to ring, reminding Ling Feng to guard his mind.

The evil soul skeleton gradually dissipated, and Ling Feng's mind became clearer and clearer, remembering that it was the owner of this voice.

"Master?" This voice was the voice of the Feather Immortal, the Feather Immortal who lived within the Chaos Dao Bead, but he didn't expect that this time, he would actually help Ling Feng get rid of the demons in his heart.

"Calm down, everything in front of you is false, but it is the predicament that you have already broken, no one is born strong, all the mundane are ants, the so-called way of cultivating immortals, this is to start from ants, gradually become stronger, and finally be able to reverse the path of the strong in the way of heaven, don't be confused by the illusion in front of you, fantasy is fantasy after all, as long as you believe, all this vanity, everything in front of you, will be different. "

"Meditation...... Meditation ......" Ling Feng kept mourning these two words in his mouth, and the voice of the Feather Immortal was still echoing.

"Don't forget who you are, you are my disciple of the Feather Immortal, the inheritor of the path of chaos, the path you take is destined to be different from ordinary people, you are walking a more difficult road against the sky, if you can't defeat even this little setback, what qualifications do you have to be a disciple of my Feather Immortal, what qualifications do you have, dare to call yourself a chaotic immortal! Break through, embark on the road against the sky again, or fall, fall into the endless abyss and netherworld, and I will leave, choose another inheritor, ascend to heaven in one step, one step to ten thousand calamities, everything depends on your own choice. "

"My Choices......

"I ...... It's a Chaos Immortal ......"

"I am destined to step into the path of rebellion......"

"One step to heaven, one step to ten thousand eons, everything depends on my choice......"

"What?"