Leng Fei watched her leave and looked around.

Like fog and smoke, you can't see the distance clearly, and you can only see the monster-like palace in front of you, which is the Palace of Washing Hearts.

Don't care about the outside, look at the inside.

He slowly ascended the steps.

The steps are made of topaz, and the whole hall is an unknown black stone, which is pitch black and solemn.

He stepped on the topaz steps and came to the front of the main hall, but he could not move when he pushed the door, the door was extremely heavy, and it was cold to the touch, like cold iron.

Leng Fei gently percussion.

"Tuk tuk. "The dull sound came far away, condensed but not dispersed, this material was extremely strange, not cold iron, but like a kind of stone.

He thought about it for a while, searched through many memories, and there was no record of this material, and he had never heard of it.

But there is a cold feeling in the tentacles, but it can calm the mind, but it is a treasure, a treasure that can clear the heart and calm the mind.

Such a material, made into a brand and worn on the body, can calm the mind and calm the mind during cultivation, which is conducive to cultivation.

The power is in the palm of the hand, and the internal force is slowly destined, which is the heart method of the Chenchen Sword.

With the influx of internal forces, the black door slowly bloomed with luster, as if a clear spring was flowing inside the door, and there was a rumbling sound.

"Boom!" The door slowly opened and moved to both sides, without the need for Leng Fei to push hard.

It seems that the internal force is the force that pushes them, and as the internal force pours in, they automatically operate and open.

Fresh air is blowing in your face.

Leng Fei shook his head.

It's not really fresh, it's just that compared to the turbidity outside, the difference is extraordinarily huge, so I feel extraordinarily fresh.

The hall was empty, only a one-man tall statue in the center, but it was a fairy with fluttering clothes.

The face is beautiful, the eyes are shining like cold stars, and it seems to be alive, and if you look at it, you will fall into it.

He was in a trance, and immediately came to his senses, looking the statue up and down.

It's not like a statue, it's more like a person, like a person who has been pointed out and can't move.

He stepped forward and lightly touched Luo's shirt, and found that it was as soft as jade, but judging by its color and skin, it should not be jade.

It's also a very strange material.

He touched her wrist, delicate and warm, like a real person, and seemed to be able to see the eyes flickering, and the eyes seemed to reveal disgust.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly.

He felt more and more strange, the statue was not quite right, as if it was really alive, but his spiritual sense told him that it was a statue, and it was lifeless.

The Changchun Divine Skill was slowly injected into her wrist, her bright eyes became brighter and brighter, and suddenly a ray of light burst out and shone on him.

Leng Fei was in a trance in front of him, and suddenly found himself in Qingyu City, sitting in his small courtyard, looking up at the sky, and the thunder was faint.

There was a broken thunder mark looming in my mind.

He suddenly realized that this was the situation when he failed to worship the door and was sad alone, and the eldest sister and brother-in-law came to persuade him.

He then stared, and his eyes lit up, and he was still in front of the statue, with one hand on the statue's wrist.

He couldn't help but sigh, what a powerful illusion, real and true, as if he had really returned to the past.

I have an urge to immerse myself in it, to relive the old times, and enjoy the state of mind at that time.

With the improvement of martial arts, the horizon has expanded, and people have become more and more unhappy, even if the cultivation is amazing, there are few opponents, but they have a very boring life, but there is no freedom and leisure when the martial arts are not good.

He shook his head, shaking off the thought.

It doesn't seem painful, does it?

He looked left and right, and there was nothing but the statue and a futon beneath it.

There was no furniture, no food, no place to wash, only an empty hall, as if to live like a fairy.

But even if that's the case, there's no pain, right? How can it make people crazy?

He shook his head in confusion, then sat down on the futon and began to study his swordsmanship, how he could go further.

Many of the martial arts of Qi Chenque, as well as the inheritance of the Celestial Monument, all need time to slowly disappear and cultivate.

He has been in a hurry, and it is rare to have this time to sit down and comb it calmly.

Time passes.

"Woo......" Suddenly a strange sound sounded.

Leng Fei opened his eyes and frowned and looked in the direction of the door.

The door opened, and a mist came in, making a terrible roar, and as soon as he entered the gate, he suddenly accelerated, and instantly pounced on Leng Fei.

Leng Fei's body burst out of the light, blocking the mist, watching the shape of the mist keep changing, one moment it was a snake, one moment it was a dog, another moment it was a tiger, and it turned into a human face, stretching out his tongue like a hanged ghost.

Leng Fei shook his head and smiled.

It could not invade its own body, and the invisible brilliance blocked it, and no matter how much it changed, it would not help.

"Woo......"

In the strange roar, clouds of mist kept pouring in, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely enveloped Leng Fei.

Leng Fei frowned.

He felt the strain.

These dense fogs carried a strange power, constantly devouring their own protective qi, quickly dissolving, like boiling water pouring ice and snow.

Originally, there was a thick fog, he could still be more than enough, and he didn't feel any difference, but at this time, so many gathered together, forming a majestic force, and he was powerless to resist.

He gritted his teeth, and also found an anomaly, there was no aura in the outside world, and it could not be incorporated into the body.

It means that his strength is less than one point and cannot be replenished.

It's a place of isolation, and the aura is lazy and unmovable!

The surging power drilled into the body, and he kept driving the internal force to resist, but now he was a clever woman who could not cook without rice, even if the mental method was exquisite, it was impossible not to consume strength, and it was only worth a while.

I don't know how long it took, he finally couldn't hold on, and suddenly the surging power broke through the talisman and got in, jumping in his internal organs.

They are like ants one after another, biting one after another, and their internal organs are tingling, and they can't wait to spread their skin and scratch it fiercely.

"Ah——?h

He rolled on the ground, kept tumbling to stop the itching, but it had little effect, and the itching became worse and worse.

He longed to end himself with one palm, and this taste was more uncomfortable and unbearable than mere pain.

"Ah——!h

Leng Fei felt that it was his own illusion, and continued to roll, rolling out of the hall in one breath, and the dense fog suddenly became thicker, and it entered his body one after another.

Even at this time, Leng Fei hadn't lost his mind, turned around and rolled towards the main hall, rolling while roaring.

An hour later, his roaring stopped abruptly, and he lay on the ground gasping for breath, looking up at the fog that had suddenly poured out.

He gasped and looked down at his embarrassed appearance, disheveled, but fortunately it was clean and spotless, not dirty, but it was wet with sweat.

PS: Two shifts are resumed today.

.。 Vertex m.