Force and quantity must complement each other in order to be constant.

Without its force, its quantity is empty. Without its quantity, its power is empty. Only when the quantity is strong can the force last. Not only can the amount of force be innumerable, but it can also control the amount of force.

Even though Yu Chengfeng was able to control the power of his divine consciousness, his divine consciousness was insufficient, which could lead to an invasion of the young people's consciousness, which could not last.

With the loss of Yu Chengfeng's divine sense, his figure in the spiritual world of young people also appeared from time to time, as if it was about to dissipate.

The young man, who still felt that the scene in front of him was half real and half virtual, was still unsure in his heart whether all this was an illusion or a reality.

"Say!" Yu Chengfeng, who was gradually becoming weaker, suddenly shouted loudly, startling the young man.

After a while, the young man was stunned and plucked up the courage to ask

"Why are you asking this?"

Hearing this, Yu Chengfeng's eyes were stunned, and he knew that young people would be able to tell whether this was a dream or a reality. So the golden sword in his hand pierced the young man's chest without hesitation, and his divine consciousness quickly escaped from the young man's spiritual world.

The young man stared at the blood that kept pouring out of his chest, and his face was full of fear. He thought it was just a dream, but there was a pain in his pierced chest, and he could clearly feel the pain in his chest that had shrunk by nearly half.

The young man was puzzled that the fear in his heart did not come from the pain in his chest, but from the power of the man who called himself the cold wind. With such means, it is really possible to kill people invisibly. If young people's minds are a little weaker, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable.

As Yu Chengfeng's divine sense left, the young man suddenly woke up.

He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a sharp breath, gasping for breath.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and his violent wheezing lasted for half an hour before stopping. During this period, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously touched his chest, the pain was long gone, and everything he had just experienced seemed like a dream.

The young man furrowed his eyebrows, and when his mood had returned, he let out a long breath and looked around the room, and when he saw that the room was laid out exactly as it had been when he had entered, the young man was completely relaxed.

Twisting his head, the young man came to a table not far from the bed, picked up the kettle, and poured a glass of water.

Just as he was about to drink water, the door that had been closed suddenly squeaked. The sound reached the young man's ears, which made him startled, and he subconsciously looked towards the door.

But seeing that the door didn't move at all and didn't open it, the young man couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly, and he was deeply surprised that he had been cultivating too much recently, and his spirit seemed to be in a trance.

The young man rubs his head with his left hand and takes the glass with his right hand, which has been filled with water. The water in the cup did not fluctuate in the slightest as he lifted it, but the young man did not pay so much attention to it, brought it to his lips and drank it with his head up.

Goo-dong, goo-dong

The sound of young people drinking water, as if echoing throughout the room, was so unusual

Suddenly, the young man, who was drinking water, felt a tearing pain in his throat, as if something had passed through his neck.

The young man took a few steps back, endured the pain, and put his hands on his neck, and the glass fell to the ground. At first, there was a crack on the cup, and then it slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away.

Even at this moment, he didn't understand what was going on. There was no scar on his neck, nothing pierced through it, but the pain, the feeling, made him feel as if there was a sword piercing his neck.

He looked flustered, regressing, his eyes rolling around, trying to make sure he was not alone in the room. Eventually, he slammed his ankle against the edge of the bed and collapsed on the bed.

Then he saw that everything on the roof began to slowly turn into a puff of smoke, and then everything in the room continued to dissipate.

The scene in front of him made him scared from the bottom of his heart, as if when the room completely dissipated, it would be him who would dissipate.

"To answer my question. ”

A loud voice suddenly came from his head, making him feel as if he was in a bottle, and his every move was under the watchful eye of others.

Because of this voice, he seemed to begin to realize that this time it was a dream again.

In the real world, the young man was pierced through the neck with a sword by Yu Chengfeng, nailed to the wall, and the blood flowing from his neck stained his whole body, but the young man still seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed, and he didn't look painful.

In the end, Yu Chengfeng retracted his senses, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes, as if his two eyeballs were about to pop out. The young man tried to inhale, but found that his throat was already tattered, and he could only make a slightly elongated 'forehead' sound.

He clenched his neck tightly with both hands, as if that would close the hole in his neck.

Originally, Yu Chengfeng wanted to find out some news by infiltrating the young man's divine sense, but in the end, due to his own lack of divine sense, he did not succeed. Since Yu Chengfeng's divine consciousness came out of the spiritual world of young people, Yu Chengfeng used part of his divine consciousness to interfere with young people's consciousness, so that young people thought that they were waking up from a dream, but in fact they were in a dream.

Just as the young man was dreaming for the second time, Yu Chengfeng quietly approached the young man's room, pushed open the door, came to the young man who was sitting cross-legged, and pierced the young man's neck with a sword.

After the young man whose body was hit so hard, his divine consciousness was naturally much weaker, so his divine consciousness was more easily controlled by Yu Chengfeng's divine consciousness, and he was forever trapped in the dream woven by Yu Chengfeng's divine consciousness. The young man will only come to his senses when Yu Chengfeng's divine consciousness is no longer interfering with him.

If the young man noticed the abnormality in the dream before Yu Chengfeng stabbed the young man, he might be able to wake himself up easily, but because the young man had never heard of this ability before, he didn't know where to be vigilant.

At this moment, the young man was completely awakened, and the pain was even more intense than in the dream.

He couldn't even tell which side was reality and which side was dream. But he knew that he would die today.

Thinking of this, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to die unyieldingly, but he was about to die, he couldn't exert any strength at all, not even smile, he was destined to die with a frightened look on his face.

Seeing that he couldn't find the answer he wanted to know, Yu Chengfeng simply pulled the sword out of the young man's neck, and then raised his sword and cut off the young man's head.

The young man's head rolled on the bed a few times, and a gushing of blood stained the whole bed, and the blood dripped through the bed board and fell to the ground.

Even though it has been a few years since he came to this world, Yu Chengfeng still can't bear to see such a bloody scene. He frowned slightly, walked over to the bed, pulled down a curtain, and wiped the blood from the sword on his hand.

Then he quietly walked out of the room, closed the door, and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that no one noticed, Yu Chengfeng sneaked along the eaves and slid in broken steps.