Chapter 361 Peak of Gas Concentration

Han Feng's slightly sore neck twisted slightly, and the cold blood-colored cold light swept through his eyes. The space trembles slightly...

Countless grievances seemed to feel the horror of the man surrounded. The palm moved slightly and creaked. Han Feng can feel the power that has expanded to the extreme between his palms. He has a fist of the desire to make a hole in this space...

Han Feng's memory suddenly had many abnormal things. These things should come from the fragments of the consciousness of many people he devoured. These are not only countless negative emotions, but also countless people's fragments of knowledge and indelible experience in life... Han Feng couldn't help sighing slightly in his heart that human obsessions are really terrible. Although these grievances don't know how many years they have died, some unforgettable obsessions still exist for a long time. Even if those Yuanli has become ownerless things, their obsessions are still tenaciously unwilling to disperse...

The bloody eyes gradually became ferocious. Han Feng smiled coolly, opened his mouth, and a strong black breath suddenly spewed out. It is more than a foot wide and several feet long. Between the black breath and the surge, even the light seemed to have been absorbed... All the grievances affected by the black gas were ruthlessly involved in the black gas, and then entered Han Feng's mouth in an instant. The original force in Han Feng's body was soaring crazily and finally reached a level of saturation. Han Feng just stopped devouring, and countless grievances controlled by his black breath fled in the screams of panic...

Han Feng closed his eyes and breathed, and his breath was growing explosively. Finally, there was a continuous gun-like sound in Han Feng's body, and Han Feng's breath had soared to a new level... Purple, gold and cyan glow hovered over Han Feng's head, forming a three-color Warren like a car cover... It is the size of a roof and dazzling. Like this black sea of resentment, a demonic light rises...

The roar keeps roaring. Finally, the three-color flower cover on Han Feng's head slowly disappeared into his purple sea. Han Feng's breath gradually calmed down...

He punched gently without any sound, and the space in front of him suddenly showed a slight distortion. On the cliff hundreds of feet away, a huge pit about ten square meters appeared with a bang...

"What a strong force."

Han Feng secretly exclaimed in his heart, "Is this the peak of gathering?" He felt that there was no longer any obstacle between his power adjustment. The galloping power in the body is like a winding, endless dragon, running between the streams to the end of the meridians, and there is no more obstacles...

The width and toughness of the meridians have reached a new height...

Han Feng opened his eyes, and the black resentment in this boundless cliff has been reduced a lot. What he refined and absorbed was very thin... Looking down at the bottom of the hundreds of feet of the cliff, the mountain-high white bones and the python rat ants crawling above are much bigger than ordinary things...

Han Feng felt that his consciousness trembled slightly, and there seemed to be something there. However, Han Feng's keen consciousness also felt that there was something terrible hidden at the bottom of the white bone like a mountain. The horrible atmosphere is as strong as a mountain, and it is not at all that he can challenge now...

"Don't ask for trouble."

Han Feng muttered to himself and pinched his fingers. He had entered the sea of resentment for 66 days and nights. There are still many worldly things waiting to be solved by yourself. Let's go out early...

When my heart moved, the black lotus seat under me suddenly rose...

Nine kills Taiwan.

The cold breath is boundless. The mountains in the distance are like thick ink marks that can't be melted...

In a simple and nameless tavern in 50 miles east of Jiu Killingtai, people are drinking a few drinks. Rely on wine to get rid of the dampness and cold in the body.

"For two months, I haven't seen the sun at a distance of 100 miles around Jiu Kill Taiwan. Isn't it really punished by God?"

An old man with a flushed face and rags said a little. There was a slight fear in his eyes, "Is it that the murder here is too heavy and the gloomy spirit is not dissipated..."

One person said, "It's strange to say that after a hundred miles, the sun is really shining, and the wind is refreshing..." Relying on the wine, he also spoke vulgarly, "Alas, remembering the fight more than two months ago, it was really wonderful... Thinking that day, the magic lion Bismarck was a double practice of martial arts, and his cultivation was unfathomable... Defeat General Sikong, the commander of the Black Armor Army of the Xuanhuang Dynasty... Unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, but he was killed by an unknown boy... This nameless boy is not nameless, but Han Mingfeng... Brave and unparalleled, with a head as big as a wheel and eyes like a bright lamp..."

He was like talking about storytelling in this room. His mouth was bright and catchy, and the people around him unconsciously came over... Look at this thin man, spitting all over the world, saying that a big battle is extraordinary... Ten to nine points are fictional...

Next to a seat by the window. A young man in his 30s with a straight figure, eyes like a sword and a lonely look is silently looking at the turbid old wine in his glass. Although it is like a sword, there is no accurate focus in its eyes. Although it is straight, its body contains endless sadness...

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the direction of the nine-killing platform. The sound is loud, like a change of day, lasting for a long time...

After a while, a continuous roar suddenly came from a distance. The sound was first extremely small, and then became thick, like a thread in the endless between heaven and earth... Countless monsters in the surrounding mountains are dull... Everyone held their breath and listened carefully. The sound kept ringing for half an hour, and then slowly went away. There was a roar between heaven and earth around, and huge stones rolled down from the peaks, like thunder, and then plop and fell into the deep valley...

The strange voice with a slightly raised ending, flying away like a meteor. It slowly disappeared. Only then did everyone take a breath and were shocked to find that their hands and feet could not move. This magical voice has a power to control the human spirit... I don't know who it is or Warcraft, and people are not the targets of its attack, but people are unconsciously restricted by it...

When people wake up. If you look at each other, you can't even say anything... In the simple tavern, dozens of people were like clay carvings and wood sculptures. At this time, a loud laugh suddenly came, and the dust on the beams of the pub fell down...

When people look back, they are the young man who has been silent at the foot of the pub wall. At this moment, the young man is like a different person. The whole person is like a sword out of the sheath that wipes away the dust. In the laughter, he put the glass on his lips, raised his neck, and poured the turbid old wine in the glass into his throat...

Then, tears dripped down from the laughter, "Brother, hum, you stinky boy, I knew you couldn't die. A cat has nine lives, and you have ninety lives... Ha ha..."

People looked at the slightly crazy young man and didn't know what he was talking about. In laughter, the young man threw the wine glass back on the table, then threw a thing, held the wine pot on the table, and floated out of the pub... For a moment, the long gown floated, and the young man had lost his place. The bartender who chased outside did not find a footprint on the wet and dirty ground. When he came back, many people were looking at the table in a daze. He looked at it, and his eyes couldn't help but stop...

It turned out that on the jujube red lacquered hardwood table, there was a wine glass thrown by a young man, but it was extremely shocking that the wine glass had been deeply trapped in the hardwood chopping board of the table. Then there was an ingot of silver with white flowers. The silver pattern is deeper than the wine glass and has been level with the table. For a while, the bartender was overjoyed. Waking up from the depression just now, this silver pattern is enough to buy his pub...

At this time, I don't know who shouted, "Look, it's sunny!" People followed his eyes and found that the black haze that had been shrouded for two months was slowly fading, and a pink sunlight quietly came along the edge of the black haze...

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Liu Lane.

The sky here is black. The hot wind blew through the sky. A rain had already evaporated a few days ago. Even the residents' roof tiles have a faint smell of kapok in the sun...

The smell of cat shit and urine, the smell of all kinds of garbage... After the corrosion of the rain two days ago, it became moldy, and coupled with the exposure of the sun, it became hideous and unpleasant in the weather in June... The dog lay lazily in the shade and stuck out its tongue. Donkeys and horses opened their nostrils and gasped...

In the white and bright sunshine, there is a layer of gray dust... The front and back of the house in Liuxiang are cut into flags made of white paper. There are sad crying from time to time...

A oleander stood listlessly in the yard against the summer breeze. All kinds of flowers and plants at the foot of the wall have also become whesed because of the lack of the master's care...