The lid is opened, and the interior becomes a small world of its own.

The blood mist was churning with rich life energy, quickly overflowing, with a faint smell of blood, and a burst of cold silence.

Chu Feng froze on the spot, and the vigorous energy he sensed was absorbed by the Demon Ancestor's Ding from the land of Nirvana, not the blood mist.

In an instant, Chu Feng was cold from head to foot, he couldn't feel the familiar breath of the old people, without their imprint, he couldn't see their soul light.

His ears were buzzing, his eyes were black, Venus appeared, and the corners of his mouth were silently bleeding, and he stumbled directly and almost fell to the ground.

Chu Feng was struck by lightning, he felt that his heart was extremely uncomfortable, the whole person couldn't breathe, he was going to suffocate to death, he couldn't hear anything, and it was dark in front of him, he was powerless to support Da Ding, his body was trembling.

What was once a little hope has now turned into despair.

He had always been worried and uneasy in his heart, but when the lid was lifted, this extremely cruel truth was exposed, he still couldn't bear it.

He couldn't hear anything, he was deaf in both ears, and his eyes were blurry and he couldn't see anything, and there was only pain in his heart, and he felt like he was enclosed in an isolated dark space.

Chu Feng's Adam's apple was moving, but he could only make a hoarse sound.

He couldn't cry if he wanted to, there were no tears, only pain, his soul was going to suffocate, his soul light was dim, and he fell into endless darkness.

He couldn't break free, he felt that there was only boundless suffering, walking alone in the sea of despair, the black space, the secluded sea of suffering, there was no end, and he felt that the whole person was going to die.

"Alive, I just want you to live!"

His voice was hoarse, his body trembled, and he felt helpless and hopeless, which was completely different from what he had been in the past.

He had never been so weak, like a child, no one would have thought that this was the Chu Demon Head, his feet couldn't support his body, and the whole person was about to fall.

And his physical body could not carry his soul light, it flickered violently, blood flowed from his mouth, nose and ears, and then two lines of blood slipped from his godless eyes.

Chu Feng wanted to cry, but he couldn't, like a wounded beast trapped in a desperate place, he couldn't feel anything in the outside world, and was really enclosed in darkness.

He unconsciously held Da Ding, his soul seemed to have been lost, he couldn't find his way back, and his mouth was hoarse, not crying or laughing, just an uncomfortable hoarse cry.

I don't know how long it took for Chu Feng to breathe and break free from the darkness, he was panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were already soaked.

There was only blood mist in the Great Ding, there were no living bodies, neither his parents nor the scalpers survived, they all died.

The Demon Ancestor Ding was silent, without any words.

Even if he had guessed the worst, but it happened, he was still so sick that he was going to faint.

"Dad, Mom, scalper......"

Chu Feng called their names, tears finally flowed, and the corresponding body functions were restored, he wanted to cry, he wanted to howl, everyone died.

"Where is the soul light, where is their true spirit?!" he searched desperately, in the ding, in the blood mist, but he saw nothing.

Chu Feng was like a beast that had been wounded and lost everything, trapped on his own island, howling, deafening, with great compassion in his heart, and it was difficult to restrain himself.

He was kneeling here on one knee, and he really wished he was just an ordinary person, living this life in peace and peace with everyone.

Now, there was nothing left but himself, the faces of his parents, the warm words, the concerned eyes, and the voices and smiles of others, all appeared, as if they were yesterday.

After a long time, Chu Feng staggered and left the dragon's lair, and then a fierce man jumped into the East China Sea, and in the icy water, he did not move, followed the waves, and unconsciously went away.

During this period, a sea beast swam in, only to open its bloody mouth, and then frightened away, bringing a large area of wind and waves.

Chu Feng was motionless, his eyes closed, he wanted to sleep for a long time, he didn't want to wake up, he once again isolated himself from the world in his heart, and all he thought about was those people.

Rumble!

A long time later, a spiritual mountain under the sea shook violently, which was the embodiment of a violent recovery, like an active volcano erupting, and a large area of spiritual energy surge appeared, impacting all the Chu Feng floating here.

He opened his eyes, dim, but at last he stood up, lost his soul, and walked alone, extremely lonely and desolate, towards the dragon's lair.

He was hurt and sad in his heart, but he couldn't cry, he was just silent, and he walked to the place that made him sad and heartbroken again, he would not run away, but it was really very uncomfortable, and his heart was very painful.

The dragon's nest is nirvana, the peak of the demon ancestor stands, it is still here, and it can only sigh for this result.

Chu Feng knew at the earliest that the chances of success were slim, Taiwu once said that in the best time period, Tianzun would have a way to save those people, and there was no Tianzun in the underworld!

However, he still held on to some hopes, not to resurrect all of them, but to have a few people reappear, even if they were remnant souls.

Now, there is nothing.

"When we were in the Great Abyss, although their soul light was dissipating, there was still a little left, and now there is nothing at all?"

"It has decomposed, turned into energy matter, and is free in the tripod, no longer soul light. The Demon Ancestor Ding informed.

Chu Feng was depressed and speechless.

He observed carefully, sensing this energy substance, and his heart suddenly cooled completely, which was similar to Qin Luoyin's death, there was no true spirit.

Qin Luoyin's soul light would have originally decomposed, but it was eroded by the golden substance, bonded together, and did not disperse, but the true spirit had dispersed.

"You're all gone...... Chu Feng wept silently, in the past few days, his life has been up and down, and he has experienced the most difficult and difficult darkness.

"Leave these substances, don't bury them, I will resurrect them. Chu Feng whispered, with a sense of loss and sadness, losing his former edge.

The soul light dissipated and was divided into energy substances, these did not disappear between heaven and earth after all, they were suppressed in the Ding of the Demon Ancestor, Chu Feng waited for the dawn with the last ray of hope.

In the end, the Demon Ancestor's Ding shrank, discussed with Chu Feng, and wanted to enter the stone box to sleep, it felt that this was the treasure of the yang world, and it was a weapon of the underworld, and wanted to use this to sense it and see if it could be restored.

Chu Feng nodded, took everything with him, and left here.

Next, he didn't have any words, he couldn't even shed tears, so he went on the road alone, standing in the East China Sea, he couldn't see the dragon girl, he couldn't see the figure on the immortal mountain, he turned around and left.

It's just that his back is a little lonely, he is dull, and he doesn't have any words alone.

Chu Feng returned to the land, quiet and gloomy, this was his own lonely journey, no one could accompany him, and the group of gag partners back then would never appear again.

He returned to the town at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and returned to his home in a two-story building, where the scalpers had lived for a long time, and now it was very cold.

The night was already dark, and Chu Feng didn't turn on the lights.

He came to the top of the building and looked at the dim starlight, stunned and full of sentimentality.

He grew up here and moved out of the town with his parents.

Chu Feng lay on the roof, without a sound, thinking that when he was a child, his parents were here to take care of him, afraid that he was cold, afraid that he was hot, all kinds of love and care, watching him grow up.

Those warm pictures, those two amiable faces, seemed to appear in front of him all at once, and he reached out to touch them, approaching them as if he were a child, but there was nothing.

Hands empty, only the cold night.

Tears slipped from the corners of Chu Feng's eyes, silently, and he lay here like this.

When it was almost dawn, he went back to his room, to his parents' bedroom, where he sat and then didn't say a word.

He stayed here for three days, constantly recalling, bits and pieces of the past, all the experiences since he was a child and replaying them in his heart, just like accompanying his parents to go on a journey again, and living together again for more than 20 years.

Then, he left silently, and no one knew that he had returned to his home in this small town.

Chu Feng walked to the foot of Taihang Mountain, in this mountain, he and Zhou Quan met the scalper for the first time, at that time it was very mysterious, and it was also very capable of tossing people, and Zhou Quan was angry and called it the Bull Demon King.

It was also the scalper who brought Chu Feng onto the path of cultivation, and in the early stage of the changes in heaven and earth and the recovery of mountains and rivers, he began to evolve.

His life destiny began to change from here.

However, as for the scalper, it is gone, Zhou Quan is also dead, it has become a blood mist, and even the soul light has decomposed.

He really wanted to see them again, and when they were together, there was always laughter, and now he couldn't even speak, only twilight.

Chu Feng left, walked through the mountains, through the mountains and forests, all the way to the west, he came to Kunlun, sat on a mountain, and watched the sunrise quietly here.

At the beginning, drinking in a big bowl, eating meat in large pieces, and drinking with a group of brothers, even the old lama and old master Wu Qifeng could not avoid it, and he was pulled into the water and raised a glass with him.

But now, the mountain wind blew, leaving a lot of loneliness, Chu Feng took out the wine jar, poured glass after glass of wine, drank one cup after another, and then sprinkled it on the ground to pay tribute to them.

"Brothers who share life and death, where are you, who can fight Xiangyang side by side with me?"

His words were blown away in the wind, leaving only a whimper.

Chu Feng looked at the red rising sun, but he didn't feel the warmth, he was very cold and lonely here, and he was alone.

Sitting on the mountain, his thoughts went back to the past, during the Great War between the East and the West, it was at the foot of this mountain that the Mastiff King roared, fighting the Arctic King, and the Peng King spread his wings and pursued the Black Dragon King.

The big black bull contacted all parties, invited masters from all walks of life in the east, and after the decisive battle, everyone pursued all the way to the west.

It was also at that time that I met the Siberian Tiger who had no discipline, and soon after the Tiger King helped Chu Feng fight Schiller in Longhu Mountain and became a friend who shared hardships and hardships, until later, the relationship became closer and closer, and the Tiger King also became a member of Kunlun Mountain.

There are also the old donkeys with big teeth and long ears, and Ouyang Feng, who always squints at people and keeps spitting, all of them joined Kunlun later, and thinking of them makes people smile.

Now, however, the mountains are silent.

None of them are gone.

Not long ago, this place was very glorious, on the eve of the real cross-border of the Yangjian people, all the tribes in the starry sky sent messengers to come here to congratulate.

It seemed to be flourishing here, but it finally changed overnight.

Before the calamity came, Qin Luoyin also rushed to the earth with the little Taoist priest to remind Chu Feng that the divination master sensed that something was wrong and predicted that the sky was split, and sure enough, everything was as expected.

Chu Feng was distracted, sad, and regretful, the little Taoist priest was still there, but after Qin Luoyin came here to deliver the letter and remind him to be careful, he was killed soon after.

At this time, he really had a sense of grief and indignation, sitting here, clenching his fists hard, and he was sad.

His parents, wife, and friends all left one by one, and although there were still many people and many evolutionaries in this vast world, he felt extremely lonely.

Chu Feng left Kunlun with a crystal in the corner of his eye.

After a long time, he stood on the bank of the river, and he took Qin Luoyin and the little Taoist priest down the Yangtze River, enjoying the scenery all the way and seeing the famous mountains and rivers.

Walking here, Chu Feng felt very tired, mainly tired and sad.

He lay on a bamboo raft, going down the river, not careless, not careless, drifting wherever he was, he looked up at the sky, and the figures of his parents, relatives and friends, Qin Luoyin and others appeared in front of him again, and he didn't want to move.

Lying on the bamboo raft and going along the river, this was his lonely journey, and in the end, tears fell silently from Chu Feng's eyes, he just looked at the sky and didn't want to do anything.

His heart was broken, he missed them, but he couldn't cry out loud.

There are tears all in today, and he feels that there is no time to cry in the future, this is his last farewell.