Fengyunlu

"Fortunately, it was in time, otherwise once the spell was broken, I wouldn't be able to try again."

During the struggle, Feng Chen knew that he would be in a deeper trap than before. This time, he wanted to take the initiative to struggle with this pain.

It's not that he wanted to try the spell to temper his state of mind, but he was vaguely aware of it twice. Xu Yi's mental spell not only made him confused and unable to control himself, but also increased the demonic energy in his body. The meaning of dividing and serving.

You must know that the demonic energy has been in his mind for three years, and even his grandfather's reputation as the pinnacle of Xuanmen has not been affected at all, let alone refuted.

In the past three years, it would only take the initiative to cause trouble when it bewitched Feng Chen's inner demons, but it only leaked out some energy, and its origin was always huddled in the heart orifice and remained motionless.

But now, the demonic energy that has troubled him for a long time can be faintly activated by the Heart-Working Curse, and the deeper he sinks, the more chaotic its origin becomes, which makes Feng Chen unavoidably moved.

"No matter what Xu Yi's plan is, this opportunity is not to be missed. Maybe if I lose my true intention, the demonic energy will be completely aroused. Uncle Lei will be there by then, and he may be able to wake me up and refute it. If we go out, wouldn’t we have both?”

Thinking of this, Feng Chen completely put aside his stubbornness in his mind and allowed the past to rage on...

"Mom, Chen'er heard that there is an ancient beast guarding the giant tree in the sea, and it is extremely dangerous. Father, he..."

"It doesn't matter, your father is unparalleled, just a strange beast...it won't be a problem..."

"..."

"Little Thirteen! Go and have a look. Uncle is back. I heard that he seems to be seriously injured..."

"Mom, please let Chen'er in..."

"Nonsense, your father has reached the critical stage of seclusion to meditate on building meridians and renewing the meridians. Don't disturb him. Take Xiaoyu back first. He will come back to see you when he comes out of seclusion."

"..."

"Chen'er, if the Zi Xuan Dao machine moves in the formation tomorrow, you will fall into a slumber. Then there will be all kinds of things in the dream. Remember to guard the spiritual platform without letting go of your thoughts. The rest will be your own father."

"My child has taken note of it."

"it is good."

"..."

"Brother Fengchen, after tomorrow, Xiaoyu will go home..."

"Xiaoyu, you know I won't agree. No matter what happens in the future, our agreement will never change..."

"No!! Xiaoyu can't drag brother down. Everything will be done tomorrow, and we...are just two people..."

"Decades have passed by then, and Xiaoyu is still in the wind...and Xiaoyu can't bear the thought that his brother will be like his seventh uncle, delaying his life in vain in Yunhuang Ridge..."

......

Do not! !

Feng Chen's eyes were hallucinating, countless pictures flashed through his mind, and countless sounds lingered beside his ears.

The illusion is like warmth, like expectation, like a dream, like illusion, like a little bit of unconscious confusion in the joys and sorrows, and like a muttered sigh between separation and hatred... .

For a moment, he was a little obsessed. Although he knew that this illusion was all false, he still couldn't bear to leave.

Here is a dream.

It's a nightmare and a remnant of a dream.

It was a frightening nightmare that had been nestling in his heart for the past three years and could not be shaken off. It was also a fragment of a dream that he had been looking forward to day and night for the past three years and wanted to do it but couldn't.

Now, in this residual dream, he had to rely on illusions to barely hope for it. How could Feng Chen not hate it?