Bai Xue thought of Yuanying's words again.

"Sister Baixue, you misunderstood Brother Yang. Brother Yang is not that kind of person. I have lived with Brother Yang for a year. I know him very well. If he was really that kind of person, then I would have been defiled long ago."

"Sister Baixue, I have heard others say that Brother Yang is not good before, but after being with him, he is really not the kind of person that others say. Please believe Brother Yang, you have really misunderstood him."

"Brother Yang said that sometimes what he saw may not be the facts. I didn't understand this before, but after Brother Yang told me, I understood."

What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily the fact. Bai Xue saw Yang Feng shouting Jiaojiao away with her own eyes, so she took the initiative to stand up to help Jiaojiao.

In fact, Yang Feng knew that Jiaojiao was an evil cultivator and really helped her.

Even if Yang Feng explained, would Bai Xue believe it?

In fact, when he was at Tianlong Academy, Yang Feng had already explained it clearly, but Bai Xue never believed it.

If Yang Feng told her that he would kill all the god-transforming cultivators who blocked the way, would Bai Xue believe it?

Bai Xue doesn't believe Yang Feng's words, so why does Yan Yu believe Yang Feng's words? And he also took the initiative to come forward to help. Are she really that different from Yan Yu?

Bai Xue suddenly woke up. Is it time to compare with Yan Yu?

Bai Xue looked at Chen Xiao and said, "Senior Brother Chen, I want to ask you for something."

Chen Xiao didn't understand what Bai Xue meant, but he was generous by nature, so he didn't want to ask for trouble for his junior sister.

Even if an ordinary person asks him for his business, he will help him.

"Junior Sister Bai Xue, please tell me that we are all disciples of Wuyou Sect. If you want anything you want, I can help you, and I will definitely help you."

"I fell into Jiaojiao and Sikong's hands before and was almost destroyed. Jiaojiao also came to the pseudo-immortal road. I want to ask Senior Brother Chen to stop her when he meets Jiaojiao. Let me ask her a few questions." Bai Xue asked.

Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "This person dares to attack my disciples of Wuyou Sect. Even if Junior Sister Bai Xue doesn't say it, I know this. I will never let her go."

...

Yang Feng had been walking in this empty and quiet black sand for two hours. There was nothing else under his feet except bones and magic weapon remains.

There was also a gap in his spiritual consciousness, so Yang Feng simply took out a chair and sat down.

Under the endless sandy ground, there was a vast open surroundings. If he sat alone in the sand, would it become a work of art?

Yang Feng thought randomly, or one day, he would become a dry bone here, and then someone took out a chair and sat on his dry bone.

Yang Feng didn't know what he should do now, so don't say that he was not in the mood to practice, even if he was in the mood to practice.

He didn't dare to practice either. He was a cultivator, and there was no spiritual energy here. Once his spirit stone was used up, what would he do?

"Or I can stay here for two or three hundred years!"

Yang Feng murmured to himself, the maximum life span of a god-turned-god cultivator can reach four hundred years.

Then Yang Feng shook his head again. Maybe he was already crazy before he reached the end of his life.

Or he can continue to refine elixirs, but even refining elixirs is useless. After refining his spiritual herbs, what is he doing?

Besides, if you can’t go out, what’s the use of just refining alchemy? Going in seclusion?

He only has five million spirit stones on his body, and this little spirit stone will be used up soon for him.

Yang Feng sat alone for most of the day and put away the chair again. He decided to find out if there was really endless things in it.

Afraid that Xiao Hui was frustrated, Yang Feng took Xiao Hui out of the storage bag and placed it on his shoulder.

Then sacrifice the flying magic weapon and prepare to find a way out.

Yang Feng soon discovered that as long as his flying altitude exceeds a certain level, he will be suppressed immediately.

And he flew forward, no matter how long he flew, it was the same environment and the same silence.

After ten consecutive days, Yang Feng put away his flying magic weapon. He felt something was wrong. No matter how big it was, he could not fly for ten consecutive days.

Just when Yang Feng felt it was strange, his spiritual sense actually swept into an immortal cultivator, a cultivator walking in the black sand like him.

Yang Feng was ecstatic and immediately stoked Tianyun's wings and rushed over.

"My friend, are you also being swept in by the Blood River whirlpool?"

Before Yang Feng could reach the cultivator, he shouted loudly.

But Yang Feng's heart quickly became cold. The man was ragged and even more sloppy than the most sloppy beggar on the street.

Not only that, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole.

If Yang Feng hadn't seen him still have a storage ring in his hand, he would have really doubted whether this person was an immortal cultivator.

He seemed to have not heard Yang Feng's question at all, walking barefoot while muttering something.

Yang Feng got closer and finally heard what the famous cultivator was saying.

"One generation two, two generations three, three generations all things, the great way is invisible, the great sound is faint..."

Yang Feng is a third-level formation master. He understood as soon as he heard this. This man was studying the formation.

Seeing this man gradually talking to himself, he did not continue to follow this man. He knew that this man had been studying formations here for a long time and had become crazy.

At the same time, he also understood where he was, and he must be in a formation.

This formation may be a natural formation. If one day he can understand this formation, he may be able to go out.

If he could not study this formation, he would be as sad as the person who had just passed by.

According to the actions of the immortal cultivator who had just passed by, Yang Feng was sure that the other party's formation level should be higher than that of him.

At least that immortal cultivator already knew that this was a formation. If you want to get out from here, you must understand this formation.

Yang Feng walked around for seven or eight days again. He met five or six other cultivators like this, each with pale face and thin skin. Everyone was in the same state and were studying formations.

Yang Feng did not continue to search everywhere. He even doubted whether the formation here was a bit strange.

Once you get stuck, you will be unable to get out of it.

But if he hadn't found the exit of this formation earlier, he would have stayed here forever.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Feng decided to start deducing this formation.

He added a restriction to himself. Once he got stuck, he stopped deduction and continued deduction after his mind was clear.

There may be some immortal cultivators who have higher levels of formation than him, but Yang Feng believes in his calculation ability, and he believes that as long as he is given time, his level in formation will definitely rise sharply.

Calculation ability and memory ability are originally two major elements of formations. And he happens to have these two.

What's more, he still has the origin of Hongmeng.

I believe that with the help of Hongmeng Origin, he would not have fallen into lost mind, right?

Yang Feng's idea was good, but he forgot that many drug users thought so, thinking that they could be stronger than others.

They can be freed at any time, but in fact they have overestimated themselves.

This is the case with Yang Feng. As soon as he entered the state of the deduction formation, a confinement formation immediately appeared in his consciousness.

As soon as this formation appeared in Yang Feng's consciousness, it gave Yang Feng a feeling that as long as he deduces this formation, he can go out.

In terms of deduction ability and computing ability alone, it can be said that no one in the entire Tianxuan Continent can compare with Yang Feng. At this time, his brain was like a top-level computer running at high speed. The various positions of the confinement formation and the positions of each array were quickly figured out by him and deduced.

However, when he completely deduced this confinement formation, he found that he wanted to open this confinement formation and had to unlock another lock formation first.

In this way, Yang Feng deduced one formation after another, and there were more and more formations in his brain, and the formations became larger and larger.

These formations seemed to be drawn in his consciousness, one after another.

One by one, one by one, and it goes far away.

Yang Feng's spiritual sense kept searching for information from the surrounding area, and at the same time, he constantly calculated and simulated one new formation after another.

Now Yang Feng is like the immortal cultivator he saw just now, walking and gestures, and sometimes he sometimes says a few words.

The only difference is that Yang Feng is really deducing the formation and he has not lost his mind.

It’s not like the cultivator before, but just doing this subconsciously. Even if you do it all your life, you will never be able to wake up, and you will not be able to find out the real formation exit.

If the original aura of Hongmeng supports Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, even if Yang Feng's calculation ability is countless times stronger than others, he will not be able to escape the loss in the end.

Fortunately, the Hongjun Pagoda is a thing of creation, and the origin of Hongmeng is even more of the original aura. Even if Yang Feng uses his brain too much, as long as the oil is gone, the origin of Hongmeng can barely support him.

The formations were connected by Yang Feng in his mind, and this vast and boundless sandy land gradually formed a microcosm in Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

A month has passed...

Three months have passed...

One year, two years, three years have passed...

For several years, only Xiaohui has been following Yang Feng loyally.

Even if Yang Feng gave a lot of elixirs, Xiao Hui had to take it with ease.

In this place, without the pill, it will be starved to death directly.

At this time, Yang Feng also turned into a cultivator with disheveled hair and a ragged body, and he was still deducing the formation.

During this period, he would pass by some immortal cultivators, but no one cared about him, and he would not care about others.

Unlike other immortal cultivators who deduce the formation, the eyes of others deduce the formation become dimmer and dimmer, and eventually even turbid.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter, and since the first month he came in, he kept throwing out some formation flags.
Chapter completed!