Leng Feng locked his eyebrows and thought deeply, Yu Chengfeng was just an incarnation of him now, and he could completely abandon it. But the old man's words made Leng Feng dare not give up.

"I'm fate, I'm fate. Leng Feng's mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself.

"I can't ask for fate, why should I ask for fate?"

Leng Feng suddenly understood a little, if he didn't find himself, he would encounter great obstacles in his cultivation in the future. This speculation also shocked Leng Feng's heart, but then he couldn't help but think of what the Void Elephant Sect Master had said.

'In the past, you were only different in the eyes of others, since this is the case, then why care about you in the eyes of others'

Who should I listen to?

Leng Feng asked himself, only to feel that there seemed to be a group of panicked horses in his head, galloping incessantly, so that the old man riding the donkey had already gone away, and he didn't know it.

Just as Leng Feng was thinking, he only heard the old man more than ten feet away, muttering to himself

"There is no symbiosis, difficulty and ease are mutually compatible, long and short are dwarfed, high and low are mutually beneficial, sound and sound are harmonious, and the front and back are followed. Heng also. The Tao is eternal and eternal. There is no constancy and no self does not know me, and there is no self and I do not know the Tao. ”

Then I listened to the old man riding a donkey, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"Hahahaha"

"Bang-" The sound of falling.

"Ouch, you damn stinky donkey, you sue me, you walk without looking at the road, what are you doing looking up to the sky?

"Uh-ang, uh-ang-" the donkey's voice sounded

Leng Feng looked over when the old man on the donkey was laughing, and when he saw that the old man was laughing, he was planted into the pit with the donkey who sat down, and Leng Feng couldn't help but shrug his shoulders suddenly, and then he only listened to the old man in the pit, complaining again and again, and he didn't stop until this moment.

Seeing this, Leng Feng couldn't help but lock his eyebrows in astonishment, and it took a while for a while to come out of his mouth a sentence, saying

"It turned out to be a crazy old man. ”

The purpose of the cold wind coming to Foluo Mountain is not for anything else, just to find out the news of the Daoji old man from here, and find the Daoji old man to learn the art of refining.

Although Leng Feng thought that the old man riding the donkey did not know where the extremely old man went, he still chose to walk over and ask.

The cold wind came to the pit, and saw that the old man in the pit was still lying on his side on the ground, with a bitter face, and he couldn't stop massaging his back with one hand. And the donkey, having already stood up, stood in place, shaking its head.

"Do you know where to go?" Leng Feng asked in a cold tone.

The old man still didn't stop complaining, and said

"You little friend, when you see the old decay falling into the pit, you don't know how to pull the old decay up?"

The cold wind was unmoved, and the words were still flat, and said

"Do you know each other?"

The old man rubbed his back and pointed in one direction and said

"Go over there, keep walking, and stop when you see a snow-capped mountain, and the road pole is there. ”

After hearing this, the cold wind quickly turned into a golden light and flew in the direction pointed by the old man.

"Hey, hey, pull. Before the old man could beckon, he saw that the cold wind was gone.

In the silent night, the sound of a donkey sounded again, and the sound rippled through the mountains

A golden light quickly streaked across the night sky, elongating the shadow behind it.

The cold wind flew at full speed, and did not seem to doubt the words of the old man riding the donkey. A few hours passed, and a large snow-capped mountain appeared in front of meandering, adding a bright scenery to the original night.

Leng Feng's body was stunned, and the golden light on his body suddenly skyrocketed, and the void shook, increasing his speed a lot.

After a while, Leng Feng stood on the highest peak of the snow-capped mountain, stepping on the snow with one foot, and his light body did not sink into the snow.

"The Tao is extremely good!" Leng Feng shouted.

He understood that a figure like Dao Ji Lao Weng, even if he unfolded his divine sense, he would not be able to search for it.

After a while, Leng Feng saw that there was no response, so he shouted a few more decibels

"Dao Ji Ke?"

The voice vibrated throughout the snow-capped mountains, but there was silence in his answer.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Leng Feng used the spiritual power of his whole body and shouted again

"Is the Daoji here?"

The sound is like ten thousand sharp swords, and it is like ten thousand armies rushing through the void, making it rippling in the void. The words of the cold wind kept echoing on the snow peak, only to hear the echo getting smaller and smaller, farther and farther away.

But after a while, there was still no response, and the cold wind suddenly unfolded his senses, listened to all sides, looked in all directions, and began to explore the vicinity of the snow-capped mountains. But unexpectedly, even though his divine sense is strong now, he can't explore the situation near the snow-capped mountain, which seems to have some kind of dao pattern in it, restricting Leng Feng's divine sense.

The cold wind locks the eyebrows, I don't know why this is so. Then he looked into the distance, the corner of the sky was dark, and the white corner of the snow-capped mountain was connected into a line, and after staring for a long time, the cold wind only felt that his consciousness was a little trance, and his reaction seemed to become sluggish.

The cold wind shook his head vigorously, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he had noticed something unusual about this snow-capped mountain, so he turned around in place a few times, observing all directions. But as far as the eye can see, this is true in every direction, separated by black and white, making the cold wind suddenly feel like the sky is spinning.

The black and white dividing line seemed to attract Leng Feng's gaze, even though Leng Feng wanted to look away, but his behavior was not to obey.

The cold wind breathed rapidly, and if he didn't barely support his body, he would probably fall to his knees. Now, on this snowy mountain, he is like a mortal, and his forehead is full of sweat.

The cold wind with messy footsteps, seeing the black and white communication line, began to distort, and the entire heaven and earth turned into the appearance of the Taiji diagram in the cold wind soul body.

At this moment, a scene seemed to turn into a sharp sword, forcibly rushing into the cold wind's divine sense, as if it was about to break through the cold wind's divine sense.

It was a little boy, standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, fingering at the sky. Dao Dao golden light shot out from the little child's finger, and then this golden light turned into a certain font, which looked extremely sacred.

Leng Feng really wanted to see what kind of word this golden light had turned into, and it would have such a sacred aura. But the scene disappeared in a moment, so that the cold wind was not captured at all.

As the transformation of the Heaven and Earth Taiji Diagram in front of him rotated, he saw a strange picture again.

It was a Taoist with a broken arm, and it suddenly turned into a blood mist

"Ahh

The cold wind gasped, the scene was just like this, but this moment the scene also appeared in his previous dreams. Since the incarnation left, Leng Feng has never had such a dream again.

At this moment, the cold wind in his heart was like an ant nest, which made him itchy and confused

Immediately after, an even more terrifying feeling appeared in his heart, which were two taboos

In the dark and boundless spiritual world of the cold wind, there are two doors closed in front. The gate was as dark as this space.

One of them is not high, it is immovable, revealing a strong and unshakable momentum, as if pressing on the cold wind, making him unable to breathe. On this gate, there are inexplicable patterns, appearing and disappearing, shining with a strange light, and this light seems to be able to devour people's hearts.

Second, although the door is closed, there seems to be a resolute love in the door. Although this door is not as tall and majestic as that door, the cold wind can feel that there are countless doors in this door, like obstacles, but each evolved door can be opened lightly by the cold wind.

When he looked towards the tall door, Leng Feng felt disgusted, shouted, and his whole body's spiritual power soared, rushing towards the door.

But before the body was close, in the dark space, four red-hot iron chains suddenly extended, and the iron chains quickly tied the limbs of the cold wind, making the cold wind hang in the air into a large shape.

Before the cold wind could shake off, a skull fell from a high altitude to the front of the cold wind. The skull has an iron chain running from the top of its head, lifting the skull up.

The skull was three times taller than Leng Feng's body, and those empty eyes seemed to be guarding Leng Feng, blocking Leng Feng's vision. Gradually, the cold wind in this spiritual world became demented under the gaze of this skull.

"Shhhh

When he returned to reality, the cold wind gasped again, and he saw the intersection of black and white in the distance, and the darkness of the sky slowly swallowed the white of the snow