Fuyun's body was stunned, and he looked at the Tibetan thirty-one on the side, only to see that the Tibetan thirty-one had turned into a black liquid and squirmed at this moment.

And then in this liquid, the appearance of a human face was manifested, Dao

"Later, if the inexplicable rune in his body appears, you will have to help me escape. Zang Thirty-One deeply remembers that he had drilled into the soul body of the cold wind before, and his soul was scattered by the appearance of the swastika.

Before Fuyun understood what the rune was talking about, Zang Thirty-one, who turned into liquid, flew like a spirit snake in the direction of the cold wind.

Two black shadows in the sky were rapidly approaching, and when the cold wind collided with Kura Thirty-One, Kura Thirty-One was knocked out and exploded like black fireworks.

But soon, the black liquid quickly gathered and enveloped towards the cold wind. The cold wind was enveloped by the hidden thirty-one in a moment, and when I looked down, I saw a black liquid ball floating in the air.

The rest of the personnel rushed over, and the Xuanqing Daoist didn't understand the situation, so he wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Fuyun.

The ball formed by the black liquid originally looked calm, but after a while, the ball began to stir, scurrying around, and constantly changing shape, presumably the cold wind inside was struggling.

At this time, in the soul body of the cold wind, a black liquid gradually gushed out from the fertile soil in the world of the soul body, like a fountain, and as more and more black liquid gushed out, all of these black liquids poured towards the center of this world.

These black liquids are part of the Tibetan Thirty-One, and while spreading on the fertile soil, they often take the form of a human figure, standing on this black liquid, and slowly moving forward.

Finally, Zang Thirty-One came to the center of the world on the side of the Cold Wind Soul Body, and he looked up at the 'swastika' suspended in the sky, emitting a golden light, illuminated by this golden light. The whole body was like a mud flow, as if it was going to collapse soon.

The reason why he ventured into Leng Feng's soul body was that he wanted to attract the swastika to help Leng Feng restrain the control of the heart mantra, and secondly, he wanted to come in and take a look at the source of life.

But when he didn't see the source of life, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

After scanning it for a week, Hide Thirty-One burrowed into the black liquid, and instantly turned the black liquid into a giant black hand. Grabbed the swastika in the air.

As the black giant hand approached, the swastika slammed into a shock, and the golden light emitted from his body illuminated the entire world of the cold wind soul body into gold. And the Tibetan thirty suddenly screamed in pain as if it were burned by a raging fire.

The original black liquid, under the illumination of this golden light, also turned golden, and it trembled and rolled like boiling water.

Seeing that the swastika began to move. Zang Thirty-One quickly withdrew from the cold wind soul body, and when he left, it looked like there was a hole in the fat soil, allowing all the black liquid to drill into it.

After leaving the soul body of the cold wind. Zang Thirty-One quickly broke away from the cold wind's body, supported his body, and fled into the distance. Until he was safe enough, he stood in the air. Look at the cold wind.

At this moment, the cold wind lost consciousness, and his hands and head drooped. Soon the swastika came out of his body, hovering behind the cold wind. The golden light was full of light, slowly spinning, exuding an inviolable momentum.

He thought he was far enough away from the cold wind, but when the golden light came at this moment, his body seemed to be pierced by hundreds of millions of needles, causing him to fall from a high altitude.

After landing, the Tibetan thirty-one was like a trip to mud, scattered in all directions. It took a long time for this pile of black mud to slowly gather and form the body of Zang Thirty-One.

He gasped heavily, half-bent over, and looked badly wounded.

When he looked towards Leng Feng, he saw that the swastika had returned to Leng Feng's body, and Leng Feng lost consciousness and fell from a high altitude, and was finally caught by one of the onlookers.

As the cold wind fainted, his spiritual world also returned to a white patch.

At this time, in this white spiritual world, a figure was lying on the ground. The person lying on the ground was none other than Yu Chengfeng, his whole body was pinched off, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he couldn't tell who it was at all.

Suddenly, Yu Chengfeng's fingers moved, and after two more movements, his whole body shook and his eyes opened slightly.

Everything in front of him was blurry, and he stared at the white world for a long time before trying to get himself up. But after several attempts, he still stood motionless on the ground.

It seems that this time it really won't work.

This is Yu Chengfeng's heart, if his divine consciousness is severely damaged, even if someone helps him heal his physical body, I am afraid it will be difficult to live.

I don't know how many days have passed, as he continues to silently recite the mantra of the third king of the Ming Dynasty, he has improved a little, at least supporting himself to stand up.

He half-bent over, raised his head weakly, looked at the white sky high, and said

"Hey, are you awake?"

His voice was so small that he could barely hear it. He was so weak that he didn't have the ability to get out of the spirit world of the cold wind, he had to wake up the cold wind and let the cold wind help him leave this spiritual world.

"Wake up, if you don't wake up, my body will really die. ”

Yu Chengfeng only left a trace of divine consciousness in his body, if that trace of divine consciousness had an accident, or could not last long, then he was worried that the incarnation would turn into a spiritual power and dissipate.

"Hey-" Yu Chengfeng shouted in a loud voice, which was almost all his strength, and after screaming, he fell to the ground.

And in the real world, the cold wind is lying on the bed. When he heard the voice of the spirit world, he sat up from the bed suddenly, his eyes widened and he gasped.

"You called me?"

Yue'er has been taking care of Leng Feng for the past few days, and when she saw Leng Feng suddenly wake up, she was happy in her heart and said

"You're awake, you've been unconscious all these days, and you're scared to death. ”

Leng Feng glanced at Yue'er, his face was solemn, and said

"Shut up. ”

After being complained by the cold wind, Yue'er looked gloomy, lowered her head, and did not make a sound.

"Wake up!" Leng Feng felt that there was another person in the spiritual world, he didn't know how to talk to Yu Chengfeng in the spiritual world, and could only talk as if talking to himself.

At first, Yue'er didn't know why Leng Feng was talking to herself, until Leng Feng muttered a few words to herself, she seemed to realize something, so she didn't bother anymore.

After a long time, Yu Chengfeng finally reacted again, he opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and took a deep breath before he said

"Quick, go save my body!"

"I, how can I save it?" Leng Feng was a little dazed and panicked, since Yu Chengfeng said so, Yu Chengfeng's body must be very dangerous at this moment, which made Leng Feng very anxious.

(To be continued.) )