Chapter 1689: Life is God’s grace, death is God’s will!

The mountain road is rugged, steep and thrilling.

Qin Feng was walking alone on the mountain. His figure seemed a bit aloof and full of determination.

If I die, I can exchange for her long life and good health. Death is not a pity!

I just feel guilty, but I have no regrets...

Generally speaking, for those who are strong in the psychic realm, no matter what kind of mountain they are, there is almost no difficulty index.

But on this mountain, as Qin Feng continued to climb higher, the pressure he felt became more intense.

This kind of pressure is invisible and strange. It is not suppressed by the strength of a strong man, nor is it a chest tightness due to lack of oxygen due to thin air. I don’t know where it comes from, but it is there.

If someone who didn't know came here, they would definitely feel confused, but Qin Feng heard that the twenty-eight-year-old old man knew about it, and naturally knew that all of this was caused by the formation set up by the master of the Ghost Doctor Hall.

At this time, Qin Feng had not yet reached the halfway point of the mountain. Strictly speaking, he was still quite far away from the core area of ​​the formation.

But he already felt the pressure.

"Today, my strength is enough to dominate the world in the outside world, unparalleled in the world, but in this remote corner of the world, I am as weak as an ant. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the strength of a powerful person like Penglai Island in Kunlun Mountain is..."

Qin Feng grinned, feeling in his heart how insignificant he was.

Once upon a time, the Hidden Dragon World was extremely unfamiliar to him, but now he is shocked to realize that the Hidden Dragon World that he once thought was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and unshakable is just a younger brother in the real world.

Middle brother.

This is just the end of the world.

It is true that according to Qin Feng's guess, Tianya Haijiao and Kunlun Mountain Penglai Island should be the same world. However, this world respects medicine after all, but in terms of force value, it is definitely not as good as the world of Kunlun Penglai.

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And the people in the ends of the earth are already so unfathomable and powerful that they reach the sky, so how terrifying must the masters of Penglai Island in Kunlun Mountain be?

In their eyes, the psychic realm, which is known as the pinnacle of today's martial arts, is probably no different from the bustling ordinary people in the secular world, right?

Are ants big or small?

"If I can survive this trip, I hope that all grudges will end and no more enemies will appear..."

Qin Feng sighed quietly and prayed secretly.

At present, Wanshengyun and Youjia have been wiped out one after another, the vampire tribe has become an ally, the supernatural society and the beast control tribe have been wiped out one after another. The dwarf tribe and Qin Feng have no enmity. Even if there is a dispute, with Qin Feng's current strength,

Happy and not afraid.

It can be said that Qin Feng has no hatred in the world.

Of course, this has to leave aside the mysterious master who saved Wan Shengyun...

Right now, as long as Qin Feng gives Ye Dongqing a chance to recover, everything will be settled. If that mysterious master is not his enemy, from now on, Qin Feng can be at ease in the world, doing whatever he wants without any worries.

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No longer do you have to tense up your nerves every day and dare not relax at all...

Qin Feng has no desire to be strong. He is a lazy little guy. His dream has always been to live like an ordinary person without anyone bullying him.

His ultimate dream has always been to kiss his wife's thin membrane... Bah, bah, bah, we have to do business, we can't let our random thoughts go.

"call--"

Qin Feng let out a heavy breath, and the strong Qigong power in his body slowly rose up. He quickened his pace and climbed the mountain despite the pressure.

Life is God's grace, death is God's will.

It's wind, rain or thunder, come on!

…

At the foot of the mountain, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the breeze is gentle.

The faint morning light fell on the beauty lying quietly in the field of flowers and grass, like a layer of sacred light, making her already noble and beautiful even more bright and moving.

Such a beauty is unique in the world.

Whenever a man sees her, he will probably be unable to conceal his agitation.

It is obvious that the man in the Ghost Doctor Palace who has been devoted to medicine since birth is not a man at all from some angles...

Just like the current twenty-eight-year-old man and the ninety-six-year-old boy.

An old man and a young man stood here, looking at the flowers, grass and mountains and forests, but they didn't even look at Ye Dongqing from the beginning to the end.

Suddenly.

The twenty-eight-year-old man sighed, turned to look at the boy, and couldn't help but say: "Elder Hong, do you think that boy can break the formation set up by the palace master? He seems very determined.

At the critical moment, you won’t back down like those people before, right?”

The boy stood with his hands behind his hands, looked up at the towering mountain peaks, and curled his lips and said: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

The old man felt aggrieved: "You asked me to lead him the way. If you didn't have confidence in him and have never taken a life in your life, how could you let me bring him here?"

The boy glared at the old man: "Boy, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. When did I let you lead the way? If that kid dies, it was you who killed him, and it has nothing to do with me!

"

The old man was ashamed and speechless.

Sometimes he really doesn't understand this Elder Hong. He obviously has a good heart, but his mouth is as poisonous as a poisonous snake. He is typically hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. What's the point?

The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he looked at the boy with a smile, his face full of flattery: "Elder Hong, how about... let's make a bet?"

The boy raised his eyebrows: "What bet?"

"The boy broke into the formation set by the palace master. The outcome of his life and death is too unsuspicious. There is nothing to bet on. How about we bet on whether he will back down?" the old man said.

The boy tilted his head and thought for a while: "It sounds interesting, okay, then tell me, what's the bet?"

"Hehe!" The old man smiled triumphantly: "If I lose, elder, just ask, I can give you my little life, but if I win... elder, how about you teach me the art of rejuvenation?"

The boy couldn't help but look at the old man, and half-smiled: "You're not even thirty yet, and you want to rejuvenate yourself?"

The old man rubbed his head in frustration: "It's because I'm less than thirty, but I look like I'm sixty or seventy years old, that I really miss my childhood appearance."

"Okay." The boy shrugged indifferently: "What are you betting on him?"

The old man said hurriedly: "I bet he will shrink back."

Boy: "Why?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "Because many of the people who came to seek medical treatment in the past were like him. They seemed to be determined and fearless of life and death, but in the end they were timid and retreated. They were all this type of people, so I think he

I will definitely give up."

"Oh... it sounds very reasonable." The boy held his chin and thought for a moment, and finally grinned: "Then I also bet that he will shrink back. If he shrinks, I win. If he doesn't shrink, then I win."

You lose."

The old man was stunned on the spot.
Chapter completed!