Under the Demon Locking Tower, Feng Luochen's eyes were blood red, and his expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying. He seemed to be undergoing an extremely brutal fight.
A strong murderous aura also burst out from his body. Looking at Feng Luochen in front of her, Su Xiner was naturally extremely worried.
"The road to cultivating Taoism is extremely rugged. If you want to get rich rewards, you will have to work hard. Although this thousand illusions are dangerous, the opportunities within them can also be encountered but not sought. If he is not determined, Being strong will lead to sinking into it, which is inevitable.”
"The six realms are vast, and there are countless young talents in them. But how many of them can really grow up and dominate the world? Most of the so-called geniuses are either strangled in their infancy or are growing up. In the process, he unfortunately died young.”
"Among the peerless experts who can stand at the top of the Six Realms today, who was not the peerless genius back then? They each led an era, and were the most dazzling stars of that era."
"If you want to become a peerless strong man, you have to wander between life and death and seek the opportunity for breakthrough. This child is by no means a thing in the pool, and the thousand illusions in front of him are just a small episode on his path of cultivation. "Zidian sighed slightly, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes as well.
The so-called crisis and opportunity coexist. If you want to gain something, you will also have to lose something. Although Thousand Illusions has endless blessings, it is also full of dangers.
Now, whether Feng Luochen can escape safely depends on his own luck.
"What would have happened to Brother Feng if he hadn't broken out of the illusion? Will he just sink into it and never wake up? If he couldn't break out of the illusion safely, would it have a great impact on his state of mind? ." There was deep worry in Su Xiner's words.
Seeing Feng Luochen's crazy appearance, she felt very heartbroken. Just like Zidian said, if the illusion can be broken through, it will indeed be a great blessing.
But what will happen if we sink into it?
"Don't worry too much. This kid's state of mind is much stronger than you think. In the end, if there is really danger, I will wake him up. Even if his state of mind will be damaged by then, . But it will never endanger his life." At this moment, Yun Zixiao on the side suddenly spoke.
His tone was extremely casual, as if he wasn't worried about Feng Luochen's safety. When Zidian and Qingshuang saw this, they were also slightly startled.
This thousand illusions were extremely dangerous, but why did Yun Zixiao not care at all. In fact, in Yun Zixiao's view, even if Feng Luochen couldn't break out of this thousand illusions, he would never be in the slightest danger.
Because Feng Luochen's true identity is the Qingtian Sword Emperor. Qingtian Sword Emperor Feng Luochen is one of the few people in this world who is worthy of being allowed to wield a sword.
With Yun Zixiao's guarantee, Su Xiner was relieved. She stared at Feng Luochen closely, not daring to relax for a moment.
This heartfelt concern needs no words. Only those who are truly emotional can care so much.
In the secret realm of Shu Mountain, under the towering Demon Locking Tower. Feng Luochen's face was ferocious, and his eyes were blood red.
At this time, his blood-red eyes were staring at a chessboard. Little did he know that his body and mind had already entered this chessboard illusion.
At this time, Feng Luochen was still fighting at the city gate. Those black-armored soldiers are coming in a steady stream.
Feng Luochen's eyes were blood red, and his shirt was stained with blood. He seemed to be possessed by a god of death, with dead bodies scattered around him.
Every time he used his sword, a black-armored soldier would die. In the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Feng Luochen looked like a madman, slashing and killing indiscriminately.
The Chixiao Sword in his hand had already been stained red with blood. The bones of the black-armored soldiers were piled up under him.
He stood proudly above the corpses and kept killing with his sword. Feng Luochen could no longer remember how long he had been killing.
In his memory, if not ten thousand black-armored soldiers died in his hands, there were probably eight thousand.
It's just that these black-armored soldiers suffered heavy casualties. But they seemed to have no fear of life and death, and they rushed towards Feng Luochen in a steady stream.
The surrounding area was filled with the disgusting smell of blood. The blood of the black-armored soldiers had already gathered into a sea of blood.
Countless corpses were piled up at Feng Luochen's feet. Perhaps this is what is said about stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
At this time, his eyes were red, and he had already fallen into madness.
"Why am I here? Am I not playing chess with Brother Yun under the Demon Locking Tower? Where is this place? Is this my dream? Why can't these black-armored soldiers be killed all the time?" Feng Feng said at this time Luo Chen had a very strange feeling.
He has not lost his own memory. He seemed to know that everything in front of him was an illusion.
He even suspected that he was in a dream. But this dream is extremely real, as if it is not an illusion.
I know it's a dream, but I'm stuck in it. There seemed to be a voice in Feng Luochen's heart, telling him.
Everything in front of me is definitely not a dream. He was deeply involved in it, knowing clearly that everything in front of him was false.
But amidst this illusion, it feels extremely real. The sting of the wound was so unbearable.
The feeling of slashing with a sword is so real. In Feng Luochen's subconscious, he even felt that if he died here, then maybe he really died.
Feng Luochen repeated the slashing action, his hands already numb. Even though there are more and more dead souls under his sword, the number of black-armored soldiers has not decreased.
They seem to be endless and can never be killed.
"I'm really tired. After killing for so long, I'm almost exhausted. Maybe I can only hold on for half a stick of incense. Why can't we kill all these black-armored soldiers? Alas. , am I going to die? I never thought that I, Qingtian Sword Emperor, would die in this way." Feng Luochen could not remember how long he had been fighting.
He had already lost count of how many people he had killed. His arms were getting weaker and weaker, and his body was getting slower and slower.
There are more and more wounds on the body. Feng Luochen instantly felt that he was really tired. He really wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.
The so-called death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao means that there are not so many joys and sorrows. Maybe when he closes his eyes, all the endless things in front of him will be over, right?
Maybe if I die here, I can be completely liberated. There is no need to fight hard to kill, no need to experience the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of the world.
When the body dies and the Tao disappears, once everything is over, there will be no more worries. Moreover, no matter who you are in this world, you will eventually die.
Now it's just a few days ahead of time, so what's the harm?
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don't you want Feifei? You promised me that you would never leave me alone in this life. You said you would save me and stay with me. What you said, you Have you forgotten?" Feng Luochen was about to close his eyes and wait for the sword to come.
Maybe if I die, I can be done with it. At this moment, he seemed to hear someone calling him.
This call also made his lost heart find its direction again. A stunning woman in red appeared in front of Feng Luochen.
She possesses a charming appearance, and her glance and smile are full of charm. At this time, she was looking at Feng Luochen dreamingly, with tears glistening in her eyes.
This woman in red is none other than Feng Luochen's lover in her previous life - Feng Fangfei.
"Young man surnamed Feng, you don't keep your word. You promised to come to the demon world to look for Meng'er, why didn't you come? I've been waiting for you for so long, are you ready to ignore me? I'm so angry with you. I must teach you a lesson." Feng Fangfei's beautiful figure turned into ripples in the water.
A pretty woman covered in white gauze appeared quietly. This masked woman is none other than Long Yimeng.
At this time, Long Yimeng put his hands on his hips, obviously very angry. Seeing her willful appearance, Feng Luochen also felt nostalgic in his heart.
A charming smile, from blur to clear. The white gauze covering the face has long since disappeared. This touching smile was the most unforgettable memory in his life.
And the owner of this smile is his fate in this life. That day by the West Lake, people outside and inside the buildings joined hands to punish evil.
Although the two met for the first time, they seemed to have a sense of déjà vu. It was as if they had known each other for thousands of years, and the feeling of familiarity and strangeness was indescribable to outsiders.
In the ancient town by the lake, above the small bridge and flowing water, Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng reunited by fate. They gradually understood each other's hearts.
They have experienced the bloody battle of Lei Feng, the Mingxin of the Jade Dragon, the storm of Shen Jian, and the reverse battle of Jinding. They have experienced life and death tests again and again.
They have also discovered that they have already fallen deeply in love with each other.
"Brother Feng, you said you would join hands with Xin'er in the world of mortals. You said you would never let me down in this life." As Long Yi's dream faded into nothingness, Su Xin'er's face reappeared.
We met for the first time in the broken bridge with residual snow, and the harmonious singing of the piano and flute made us close friends. We live and die together in the secret realm of Shushan, and we promise that we will never be apart in this life.
"It's really dark at the bottom of Yaochi. It's been a thousand years, and only when I think of him do I feel less lonely. I don't know if I can see him again in this life." At this moment, everything around him , turned into endless darkness.
A pleasant female voice came slowly, but it made Feng Luochen feel a pain in his heart. He was extremely familiar with the owner of this voice.
The Saint of Yaochi who made him feel most guilty in his previous life was currently facing the wall at the bottom of the dark Yaochi.
"Yes, you are all waiting for me, how can I die? I will kill anyone who dares to stop me from seeing you. Come on, let me see. Are you really invincible? ." Feng Luochen's eyes suddenly regained a trace of clarity.
At this time, there was no blood-red light in his eyes, only boundless tenderness.
He smiled slightly and slashed a black-armored soldier behind him to the ground with a backhand sword.
