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Chapter 698

In front of Chen Feng's eyes, everything was quiet, but he was full of thoughts.

Standing alone in the wilderness, watching the setting sun, watching the twilight, watching the birds flying low, and watching the lonely stars. The creatures in the wilderness are the same as in life. You sing and I will appear until death. The winners and losses will be decided. When the staggered scenery witheres and flourishes, it enriches some people's eyes, nourishes some people's hearts, and also causes some people's loss and shaking.

There is life and death, withering and prosperity, and the wilderness is the place of Nirvana. Many souls are unknown here, and many souls are reborn here. The clear spring is clear, and the heart is clear; the brilliant fire gushs out, and the pain is burned out.

After realizing it, you will see through life and death, and then look into the distance under a tree and a rock. The country is like a painting, and the world is like smoke. The fatigue, the resentment, the scruples, the stubbornness... Some are awakened by the cold dew, some are dried by the sun, and some are blown away by the strong wind. There is no need to look back suddenly, there is no dim light, no beauty to treat, no complimentary to ordinary people, and no evil people to entangle. There is only a lonely person who restores the most independent personality in the world.

Chen Feng felt that he was becoming more and more calm. In the wilderness, he could bring all the scenery closer. From the sprouting of a grass to the brewing of a rain to the occurrence of a season. A drop of water, a flower, and a leaf, sometimes it is gorgeous and sometimes full of vicissitudes.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scenery in the wilderness still did not change at all. The demon was still suppressing the purple fire. The purple fire's leaping became weaker and weaker, and it was almost controlled by the demon. The blue and red flames surrounded the demon, and they were repelled several times. Even once or twice, the demon could use a little purple fire to resist Chen Feng's flames.

The situation is getting more and more urgent, but Chen Feng's heart is getting quieter. Although the wilderness is still and unchanging, he sees rise and fall from it and many endings that have never appeared. Things like tides in the world. When the song ends and people disperse, they will come back again. When the crows are silent, they will rise and fall again. Rabbits rise and fall, break out of their cocoons and flap their wings, and all sounds are whispers, like lacquer and glue, all beautiful insights, and all the silent sounds in front of you.

Chen Feng also had many insights at this time. These insights do not require the Bodhi tree to be piously or to ride a green cow out of seclusion. The wilderness allows him to calmly abandon everything, and also allows him to calmly possess everything and understand everything wonderfully.

With the stars shining brightly, Chen Feng felt the secret power in his body begin to merge with a slightly cool power. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. The secret meridians had begun to absorb the star power. What he had just obtained came from his understanding. On the other hand, the demon had basically controlled the purple fire, and even the purple fire had been leaping once for a long time. The two-color blue and red flames had been defeated many times and became a little listless. The purple fire that the demon could control was more and more.

However, Chen Feng was not in a hurry at all. He was reluctant to interrupt his enlightenment. At this moment, there was no devil in his heart, no purple fire, no place for roaring evil, only the wilderness in front of him.

The wilderness is destined to be without monks' temples, and there will be no hermit's firewood. The verses of the Buddhist scriptures do not belong to this place, and plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums are not suitable for this place. The fittest here are bushes of reeds, ferns, mud and water, and insects. Therefore, people have no chance of being in the wilderness, and they have nothing to do with the flies. There are only thorns, hairpins, cloth skirts, no thick makeup, only peace of mind, no resentment, no resentment. Even if people are sweating profusely, they are only a bowl of sweetness.

The water is not the iced sour plum soup. Isn’t the secret world a huge wilderness? The secret world is in it, and the secrets should have practiced hard and understood carefully with a simple mentality. However, there are so many secrets who are addicted to pleasure! They never understand nature, but just bury their heads to improve their secret power. How many secrets are there to grab secret treasures? The initial secrets must have been struggling to open up the mountains and forests. The secret world they have opened up has changed. Isn’t the decline of the secret world originating from this?

At this moment, Chen Feng puts the wilderness in his heart. No matter when he comes, he can sing loudly and ponder. He can't hold his thoughts or tolerate them. He can hand them over to the vast world around him, allowing them to lively in the secret world like wilderness, thereby gaining extremely firm beliefs and getting out of the lost and quagmire they set out.

At this time, the demon had already stood up, and he was confident that he had completely controlled the purple fire. The other two colored flames in front of him also made it covet. It was hesitating whether to collect the two flames first or to kill the flame's master first.

Chen Feng turned a blind eye to it, and he only saw the past of the wilderness. When the prehistoric world first opened, it finally formed a piece of loess, when a grass bud finally emerged from the soil, when a firefly finally flew out of the grass, when a wildfire finally lit up in the night, there was a wilderness and a life belonging to the wilderness. When the loud cry of children spread to the edge of the wilderness, when the staggering boy walked through the road of wild smoke and grass, the wilderness began to be everywhere. The secret man came from it, and Chen Feng himself walked from it.

The more and more star power was sucked into Chen Feng's body. He even felt the y-shaped flames in his body become sticky and restless. It was so much like a dream. He saw a few simple wild flowers hidden in the night on the low slopes of the wilderness, the flower demons in Linmo Mountain faced the wind and rain, the tall maple trees on the Red Maple Island, the white sails on the blurred sea, the smiles of relatives, and the self in the past...

The silent wilderness made Chen Feng feel his own insignificance. But when the stars flashed, the wilderness connected to Guangyu, Chen Feng also became grand.

With a "boom", the solid barrier between Chen Feng and the devil was completely opened. Chen Feng's secret consciousness also became free. In his secret sea, his extracted insights appeared faintly: the wilderness is like this, and the thoughts are like wilderness.

The devil divided two wisps of purple fire, temporarily suppressed the green fire and red fire, and rushed straight to Chen Feng with the surging demonic energy. The sticky demonic energy continued to gather, forming a magic knife in its hand. The knife was the best weapon among all weapons, and the magic knife and the demonic head's cruelty complemented each other. The magic knife had not yet taken shape, and the murderous aura had already overflowed. As long as Chen Feng was killed, he could completely control the three-color flames. Because it was a residual soul, it did not know the origin of the three-color flames, but subconsciously, it felt that the three-color flames could make it powerful, to a level that it could not imagine.

"There can be more light in this wilderness!" Chen Feng waved his hand, and a sun appeared in front of the devil. This is not the real sun, but the secret consciousness sun summoned by Chen Feng! And it is the secret consciousness sun containing the great yang power!

After experiencing the training of crying souls in the stomach of Tianjing, Chen Feng's magical powers in the secret consciousness were far higher than his secret skills! After many chance encounters since then, his secret consciousness has already surpassed the secret master!

The most important thing is that when his heart merged into the wilderness in front of him, his secret consciousness was everywhere in this land.
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