The blood mass kept changing, and the surrounding sea water also distorted, eventually turning into a sticky liquid, covering the entire blood mass.

As the blood group was surrounded by the changed sea water, Zhang Zhifeng's thought golden bead suddenly felt a huge pressure and pressed down. The pressure became increasingly greater, making the invisible thought power unbearable, just like a walnut that would break under an iron hammer...

"The soul is an invisible thing, keeping the thoughts from dissipating! Before the golden bead of thought is broken, I must keep my thoughts from dissipating!"

Zhang Zhifeng kept reminding himself not to give up, and tried hard to maintain his mind and persevere!

At this time, the blood group seemed to understand Zhang Zhifeng's resistance, and he sneered: "Can't run away? Then let's disperse and let you see the true strength of the blood reward ancestor!"

Buzz...

Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts only felt a dizzy moment. When he calmed down, he suddenly realized that he was actually in a snowy and ice. This place was even colder than the snowy mountain. At this time, Zhang Zhifeng could not feel any of his skills. He shook in the cold and felt that his life was about to be lost.

“This is not the real world.”

Zhang Zhifeng knew this very well, although this place looked very real.

Zhang Zhifeng walked step by step in the snow, and his body seemed to be as thin as when he was eleven or twelve years old. There were crooked footprints left on the snow!

It was very clear in my mind that everything around me was not real, and the trouble was that he couldn't go back. Zhang Zhifeng gritted his teeth secretly, and the memories in his mind were rumbling, looking for ways to help him solve his current predicament.

Memories flew through my heart, and at the same time, this fragile body was completely frozen. Zhang Zhifeng knew that if he died here, his thoughts would probably be dispersed, and he would disappear in this illusory place forever!

"Wu, "The Scarlet Sun True Fire Palm"..."

Suddenly, Zhang Zhifeng's dissipated eyes lit up suddenly. He found a martial arts technique that was not too strong from the general martial arts syllabus, but this martial art is likely to help him overcome the difficulties.

Even though he is very good at martial arts, he doesn't have much time left, and Zhang Zhifeng cannot learn it in an instant. What he wants to use now is the secret of the mind method of "The True Fire Palm of the Scarlet Sun"!

"The light of the scorching sun is poured into the whole body, making the heart full of energy..."

The light of the scorching sun in martial arts is called "sun true fire" in the cultivation world. "Sky Fire" is a very domineering kind of heaven and earth vitality. Ordinary cultivators will never dare to absorb it. Once the light of the scorching sun enters the meridians, the power it exerts is far from the lazy sunlight. The terrifying burning heat will instantly burn the meridians of the cultivator. Only a powerful existence like Wu will have the method of using the light of the scorching sun to practice.

Now, the world Zhang Zhifeng is in is illusory, and of course it is impossible to practice this profound martial arts. He wants to use the most strong and yang state of mind to compete.

Zhang Zhifeng calmed down and tried to realize the state of mind when attracting the light of the scorching sun again and again.

He simply closed his eyes, completely closed his six consciousnesses, and visualized a scorching sun from his mind. He was just covered in golden light, bathing in the scorching sun!

After repeated experiments, everything in the visualization is constantly blurring. This is because his mind is consumed a lot of power and his mind gold beads outside are constantly being damaged.

The scorching sun, which was shining brightly, gradually became gray, just like the sun hiding behind the clouds, was gradually a little confused...

The visual figure swayed suddenly and dispersed...

In the only remaining thought of Zhang Zhifeng, he felt a deep loss. Sure enough, nothing related to martial arts is equally easy. Even if he only wants to understand the artistic conception of that martial art, he will fail!

...

A milky white liquid was constantly leaching in the blood clump, and it was them that dissolved into the golden bead of thoughts in part. The golden beads that condensed to the extreme could not stand the immersion of this strange liquid. With the laughter of blood, the golden beads of thoughts gradually changed color and turned into a slightly golden white.

At this time, only the most central part of the Idea Golden Bead has not been eroded.

...

"Visualize, visualize... Now there is still a trace of the power of thought left, so I can only visualize a small thing. Visualizing the scorching sun is too exhausting."

With the remaining thoughts, Zhang Zhifeng tried his best to remain calm.

"Visualize...Golden Scale Shield!"

With the last glimmer of hope, Zhang Zhifeng attached it to the golden scales left by his senior brother. Among the things he was familiar with, the only golden scale shield seemed to have some ability to stabilize his soul.

A little golden light rose into the sea of ​​thoughts and slowly turned into a small golden scale...

"Well? This is, Jinlin? Boy, are you very familiar with Jinlin?"

A voice came into my mind, and at the same time, a force returned to Zhang Zhifeng's thought that was about to dissipate. Zhang Zhifeng knew very well that it was not the golden scale shield he had visualized to work, but the blood reward poured his power back into part.

Listening to the surprise voice of the blood group, Zhang Zhifeng's heart moved. While quickly responding to his thoughts that were about to dissipate, he thought about it. Could this strange blood group that claimed to be blood rewarding the ancestor have any connection with the senior brothers' clan?

Zhang Zhifeng trembled his mind and sent a trace of uncomfortable message. Sure enough, the other party immediately eagerly let go of part of his mind power again.

As soon as the power of thought condensed, Zhang Zhifeng broke away from the illusory space, and his consciousness returned to the bottom of the sea. Only then did he realize that his golden bead of thought was eroded by a strange white liquid, making him unable to use most of the power of thought at all!

“So that’s how it is.”

Zhang Zhifeng immediately understood, and was deeply shocked by the strange white liquid.

"Yes, I've seen Jinlin."

"Who did you see?" Xue Xu's voice was very excited.

Zhang Zhifeng didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, so he couldn't help but keep a scruple and said lightly: "It's an ordinary golden fish human cultivator."

"No, it's absolutely impossible. This golden scale is so special. It is a scale king that is rare in millions of years among the Golden Fish royal family! Hurry up and tell me who it belongs to? As long as you take me to find it, I won't kill you!"

"Impossible, you are the ancestor of the Golden Fish Clan, Humph, I have a grudge against them..." Zhang Zhifeng and Hu Jiu.

Xue Chong laughed loudly when he heard this, and could not hide the violent excitement. He said happily: "It must be, it must be, as long as I swallow such a piece of golden scale, I can immediately recover all my strength! Boy, take me to find it. As long as I can swallow such a piece of golden scale and recover my strength, I don't have to absorb you!"

Before Zhang Zhifeng answered, Xue Hui smiled again: "Originally, those two blue-eyed and green-eyed human girls, I plan to use the secret method to transform their bodies and then swallow them..."

He didn't say anything more, but Zhang Zhifeng understood that Nan Feng and Qinghun were under the control of blood reward. Blood reward was also using this lifeline to threaten himself.

Now, not only does he have to find a way to escape, but he also has to find a way to save the two women. Moreover, he cannot really bring the blood reward to his senior brother.
Chapter completed!