A kind of time that was like a river came, and Yang Feng almost couldn't help but pour into the passing years.

Fortunately, Yang Feng calmed down his mind in time and let the impact of time remain firm.

Time flies, and time passes by, but it is just a trace of the rules of time.

Yang Feng’s sunset is also a trace of the rules of time.

It’s just that the traces have depths and the rules have high or lows.

The ninth year ring is just like this, why not go further?

...

In the middle of the square, Qiu Tian sat alone on the ground, as if he was trapped in the surrounding space without any fluctuations.

"Fellow Taoist!"

The other party's voice interrupted Qiu Tian who was sitting in meditation. He suddenly stood up and two rays of light shot out of his eyes.

Qiu Tian came here to know the rules here. The ancient tribe had never had any affection in Suhai.

Qiu Tian brought Yang Feng here to ask for practice. In fact, the transaction ended the moment the other party took Yang Feng away.

Three months later, before Qiu Tian took Yang Feng away from the ancient clan, the other party should not say a word to him.

But now the other party has come out, and the only possible reason is that something happened to Yang Feng.

But Yang Feng didn't even have a day to enter the annual rings, so how could something happen so early?

Based on Qiu Tian’s understanding of Yang Feng, this shouldn’t be!

"Fellow Daoist Jin, is it Yang Feng's business?"

After Qiu Tian entered the ancient clan, he found that his heart was a little confused for the first time.

Only then did he realize that he valued Yang Feng so much.

"That's right, not right."

A white-haired old man standing next to Jin Mo suddenly smiled and said.

When he saw Qiu Tian's eyes falling, he said with a polite manner, "Li Feng, the ancient clan, met fellow Taoist."

Qiu Tian was shocked. He only realized now that Jin Mo did not come alone.

Before the white-haired old man Li Feng greeted him, he seemed to be completely integrated with everything around him.

When he spoke, his whole person became clear.

"Fellow Daoist. This is the patriarch of my ancient clan."

Seeing that Qiu Tian seemed to be a little shocked, Jin Mo quickly explained.

Qiu Tian quickly bowed, "Qiu Tian has seen the clan leader. The clan leader has mastered his merits and fortunes, and he must have become the Great Heavenly Lord. He was observing the sky at the bottom of a well, but he didn't notice it just now. Please forgive me."

"Haha..." Li Feng laughed and sat on the ground immediately. "Fellow Taoist please sit down."

Qiu Tian didn't care about Li Feng asking him to sit on the ground, he had been sitting on the ground before.

After Qiu Tian and Jin Mo sat down, Li Feng sighed and said, "The Great Heavenly Lord is in a difficult situation. I am afraid that the Great Heavenly Lord will be more difficult in this life."

Qiu Tian was a little surprised when he heard that Li Feng was not the Great Heavenly Saint Emperor. He had seen too many Heavenly Saint Emperors.

But there has never been a Heavenly Saint Emperor with the powerful strength of Li Feng.

It seems that he is also a Heavenly Lord, and his strength difference can be so great.

Li Feng admitted that he did not have the Great Heavenly Lord. Qiu Tian didn't know what to say.

Just when he wanted to ask Yang Feng, Li Feng suddenly asked, "The Yang Feng who came with you. Is he your disciple?"

Qiu Tian asked quickly, "Master, is there anything Yang Feng has to do now?"

Li Feng smiled slightly, "Fellow Taoist, don't panic, Yang Feng is practicing in the annual rings, there is nothing to do, I just come to ask if Yang Feng has anything to do with you."

Qiu Tian didn't know what Li Feng meant, so he had to say, "Fellow Daoist Yang Feng was amazing and beautiful. How could I, Qiu Tian, ​​have no virtue? How could I cultivate such disciples?"

"In this way, is he a casual cultivator?"

Li Feng's tone was even more surprised.

An old fox like Qiu Tian, ​​who has been practicing for many years, vaguely understands Li Feng’s meaning in his heart.

I'm afraid Yang Feng's performance in the annual rings made the patriarch of the ancient clan excited and wanted to make Yang Feng a disciple of the ancient clan.

After understanding this truth, Qiu Tianan replied in peace, "Yang Feng is the first elixir of my Su Realm. He has refined the soul pill. This time he wants to represent my Su Realm in the Five Realm Pill Competition. Because he is not strong enough, I thought of bringing him to the aristocratic rings to practice."

"Has the Soul Pill been refined?"

Li Feng and Jin Mo asked in surprise almost at the same time.

They are not ordinary ignorant people. How can they not know what the soul pill is?

This is the Jinzun Dao Pill, not the ordinary Jinzun Dao Pill.

Li Feng sighed inwardly. Yang Feng's own achievements were so high that he still wanted Yang Feng to become a disciple of the ancient clan.

No wonder Yang Feng and Qiu Tian have nothing to do with each other. Qiu Tian is willing to take the only opportunity to bring him to the ancient clan's annual rings to practice.

In places like the earth world where rules are incomplete, it is even more important to understand a higher level.

Yang Feng is a Jin Zun Dan Saint, so where does he need to win over the ancient clan? Not to mention becoming a disciple of the ancient clan.

Li Feng was embarrassed to say this.

...

Entering the tenth rut of the New Year's Ring, Yang Feng has already prepared to deal with the sudden impact of the Taoist rhyme. After experiencing the previous few ruts, Yang Feng knows the madness of this Taoist rhyme.

Hongmeng Wuxiang is flowing around his body every moment, surrounded by his reunion rhyme.

What surprised Yang Feng was that the ruts of the tenth round were extremely gentle.

Since entering the annual rings, Yang Feng has never felt like he is integrated into the annual rings.

It was like a cycle of reincarnation. He came from the first rim of the annual ring to the tenth rim, which happened to be a cycle of reincarnation.

Here, he can feel a new starting point and a joy of integration.

Yang Feng was sure that if he wanted, he could enter the eleventh shark of the annual rings, or even a higher level shark.

However, Yang Feng did not go any further and sat down on the spot.

This is the place where he wants to practice.

While Yang Fengning was sitting and practicing Hongmeng Wucheng, the spiritual energy of the tenth ridge of the year ring rushed in crazily, as if everything was returning to the nest, gathering beside Yang Feng.

All the origins are perfectly integrated with the surrounding spiritual energy, constantly clarifying Yang Feng's perception of the Great Dao of Reminiscence.

Time slowly flowed away, and Yang Feng was completely immersed in the rings of time.

He saw countless strong men fighting in front of a gate, and he even saw Wei Zang.

Every strong man here will not be weaker than him, and some people are even stronger than him.

Even if he owns the Hongjun Tower, even if he has reached his peak in cultivation, he can only watch himself fall in front of this gate.

Then his eyes gradually blurred, and he saw himself reborn in a ruined world that could not be cultivated.

The first person he saw when he was reborn in the cycle of reincarnation was not Chen Mengyao, not Luo Wan'er, Hua Qiong, nor Yan Yu. He was shocked to see Yu Qin.

"It's you?"

Yang Feng suddenly sat up.

"Do you know me?" Yu Qin frowned slightly. After asking, she murmured to herself without waiting for Yang Feng to speak, "It seems that she is really familiar..."

"Why am I here?" Yang Feng asked hurriedly.

Yu Qin shook her head and was about to say something, but suddenly she became blurred.

When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, he had already reincarnated again. He saw himself fighting in the endless battlefield and countless familiar friends and brothers fell down.

Finally, a spear pierced his chest.

Another cycle of reincarnation...

Vendors and pawns, emperors and generals...

He had been an external disciple in an ordinary sect and struggled on the edge, but was finally killed while snatching the spirit grass...

He worked hard in the world, but the harvest in a year could not support his family...

Finally he became an emperor, but after enjoying it for a few days, he was bombarded with the throne by the rebels again...

Endless cycle of reincarnation, endless pain!

No, I don’t want this painful cycle!

In the whole world, he is the only one who shouts, without echoing, and without an ending.

Thousands of reincarnation have no beginning and no end! He is trapped in the cycle of reincarnation without beginning and no end.

He wanted to find the answer and wanted to stop this cycle of reincarnation, but he couldn't do it, so he could only think about it.
To be continued...