"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark night sky, and it began to rain heavily in the dark clouds. The rain of beans hit the leaves, and the originally silent surroundings became noisy.

During this period of time in the prehistoric world, except for the initial storm and heavy rain on the sea and the appearance of Kui Niu, Chen Feng never encountered rain again. However, tonight, there was a heavy rain on this Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, Chen Feng was in a cave, looking at the heavy rain outside, and suddenly a hint of melancholy rose in his heart. He looked back at Xiao Yuer lying by the bonfire. The spirit beast she brought back was curled up in her arms, and each person and the beast snuggled up to each other, giving people a very soft sense of picture. The red light of the bonfire made Xiao Yuer's slightly pale face red.

During the day, he took Xiao Yuer away from the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and he flew quickly. After staying away from the Twelve Ancestor Witches, he stopped to tear open the clothes on Xiao Yuer's waist. He still remembered that when he saw the wound on Xiao Yuer's waist, he almost shed tears.

There are two deep bone-deep scars on Xiao Yuer's slender waist. Because it has not been treated for a long time, in addition to continuous bleeding, there is also pus. Moreover, there is black air around the wound. He knew that it was a tyrannical aura, and it was also because of this black air that caused Xiao Yuer's wound to heal itself.

He still remembered that when Xiao Yuer saw her almost crying, she was completely different from the usual quirky. She obediently stretched out her little hand, gently smoothed his frowning brow with her green jade fingers, and said weakly: "Brother Chen Feng, I'm fine, really, I can still laugh." As she said that, she opened her mouth, but perhaps because of the pain, her beautiful willow eyebrows frowned together.

Chen Feng was not happy because Xiao Yuer called him brother for the first time. Instead, she felt heartbroken because she was obviously in pain but forced to smile.

The tyrannical aura of roaring was not easy to expel, so Chen Feng could only drive away some of the aura first, and then treat her wounds with healing magic. As for the remaining tyrannical aura, he could only slowly expel her.

"Boom!"

Another thunder sound was much louder than the previous thunder.

Sure enough, Xiao Yuer, who was sleeping, shook her body. Although she did not wake up, her body curled up.

Chen Feng appeared next to her in an instant, picked her up and put it in his arms.

The rain was still falling, and Chen Feng closed his eyes and sank his mind into the consciousness space.

Today's affairs of the ancestor witch touched him very much. If his strength is stronger than that of the ancestor witch, how could he be threatened by them? Why should he take them to find the illusory Pangu Temple? All of this is because of his lack of strength and he has to bow his head.

In the space of consciousness, the huge six paths of arcane are rotating in the sky, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. In the six paths, the purple pearl has received the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the power of the reincarnation of the six paths, and now it has begun to generate luck continuously. As long as the luck is enough to fill the six paths, it will completely become like the heavenly path in the prehistoric world. However, with the speed of luck generated by the purple pearl, that day is very far away.

It is not feasible to rely solely on this method to improve one's own strength, Chen Feng is very clear about this.

With a thought, a long blue sword appeared in his hand, which was the Qingming Sword. Now he understood why when he came to the prehistoric world, everything on his body disappeared, but the Qingming Sword was still there. As time passed, the things gradually returned to the original state until they disappeared. There is only one explanation for the reason why the Qingming Sword still existed, and the Qingming Sword had already existed in the prehistoric world.

But he didn't know what kind of spiritual treasure this Qingming Sword was. Or whether it was a spiritual treasure. He had seen both the innate spiritual treasure and the acquired spiritual treasure in Fuxi brothers and sisters. These spiritual treasures all have their own unique aura, and there are also instrument spirits belonging to the spiritual treasure. However, this Qingming Sword has no breath, let alone the instrument spirit. It looks like an ordinary fairy sword, but its texture is extraordinary and it can also seek the master independently. Therefore, this Qingming Sword is absolutely extraordinary, but now he cannot analyze him, or he cannot fully grasp him.

Suddenly, he shook the Qingming Sword in his hand and danced in the space of consciousness, without any rules, and completely as he pleased.

At first, he kept thinking about what happened to the world with the ancestor witches and others today, frustrated, angry, helpless... all kinds of emotions filled his heart, and as he kept waving the Qingming Sword, the bad emotions in his heart dissipated little by little until they completely disappeared. However, he did not stop and still waved indiscriminately.

Before he knew it, his hands seemed to be dancing indiscriminately, but there was an unusual aura where the Qingming Sword passed.

The six arcane paths that emerged from the consciousness space suddenly rotated quickly, and then the power of the six paths was suddenly released, covering Chen Feng and Qingming Swords.

At this time, Chen Feng seemed to have lost consciousness, but his figure did not stop.

At this time, Chen Feng's ** also changed and slowly floated up, so that Xiao Yuer in his arms slid directly to the ground.

"Um..." Xiao Yu'er was awakened. When she opened her eyes, she saw floating in the air, wrapped in a force that was completely unfamiliar to her.

At first, Xiao Yuer was naturally frightened, but after finding out that Chen Feng's expression was very peaceful, she realized that Chen Feng was trapped in a state of ethereality, or it could be said that he was in a state of enlightenment.

The state of enlightenment can be said to be a state that all monks in the prehistoric world want to enter. In this state, the state of mind, magic power and Taoist practice of the monk will increase geometrically several times. However, this state of enlightenment is indeed hard to come by and has nothing to do with qualifications and understanding. As for what it is related to, no one knows, and everyone only knows that this state is very rare. Generally, after entering this state, when you wake up, your cultivation will at least break through the current stage of cultivation, or even make continuous breakthroughs.

After knowing that Chen Feng had entered the state of enlightenment, Xiao Yuer felt relieved. It was still night, and she was relatively weak, so she hugged the little spirit beast in her arms and fell asleep again.

Chen Feng, who was in the consciousness space, suddenly paused, then jumped up suddenly, shouting: Six paths of demon subduing!

I saw a phantom of the six paths of arcane in the direction where the Qingming Sword was swung, and then a figure came out of each of the six paths. The figure was Chen Feng, each holding a Qingming Sword in his hand. Then, the six figures, together with the original, began to wave the Qingming Sword in his hand again. However, this time, unlike the previous disorganized ones, each sword shadow seemed to have a mysterious trajectory. Until a set of sword techniques came down, six Chen Fengs who came out of the six phantoms suddenly merged with the original, and the original throne raised the sword over his head and chopped it down from top to bottom.

【Six Paths Integration】

Because it was in his own consciousness space, he could not tell what power this sword was like when he swung his sword. However, from the perspective of power alone, this sword was absolutely extraordinary.

After swinging this sword, Chen Feng also became honest. His eyes never opened until the beginning, the Qingming Sword in his hand disappeared, and he sat down cross-legged.

In reality, after seven days, Xiao Yuer initially felt that Chen Feng was not worried in the state of enlightenment, but seven days later, Chen Feng still showed no sign of waking up, and began to worry, but he did not dare to disturb him easily, so he could only squat beside him every day and guard him.

As for the injury, it healed the next day. Although Chen Feng did not drive away the tyrannical aura of roar, the black air disappeared automatically the next day. I don’t know if it had dissipated or was absorbed by Xiao Yuer. Anyway, Xiao Yuer is no longer injustice. Every day, except for staying by Chen Feng’s side, she is playing around the cave with the little spirit beast she has named Xiao Lier.
Chapter completed!