Looking at Chen Feng's expression, the devil guessed that Chen Feng's mind began to shake, and the smile on his ugly face became stronger. He couldn't help but use the memory of Zongyi's real person and said in a human voice: "You are still too confident. But, what's the use of thinking more? No matter how much you have, what's the use of having? In front of me, everything about you is short-lived, you can only usher in old age or death, and I am eternal. You will never be my opponent! Today, you will be my strong help!"

The devil said, and the demonic energy and purple fire gradually wrapped Chen Feng. The Qinghuo, Honghuo and Secret Consciousness who were loyal to protecting the master barely resisted, but there was always a moment when they couldn't support it.

The devil's voice was gradually eroding Chen Feng's confidence: "Did you see the stars in the sky? Many of them are useless stones. Even from the perspective of you humans, what does those brilliant stars really have to do with you? They will eventually fall into depravity at the end of the years, and eventually dust will return to dust and soil. This is the fate of all the weak, the stars and yours. You cannot choose or change it."

When the devil spoke, he was not ruthless, and the demonic energy became heavier. The flames and secret consciousness that Chen Feng resisted on his body gradually became darker, and he was no longer a match for the demonic energy and purple fire.

Although the devil is sure to win, he is still using his own language to spy on Chen Feng's mind. It likes to defeat his opponent in strength, and prefers to defeat his opponent in spirit. It also hopes to win time, the sooner the better. In addition, if Chen Feng's entire spirit can collapse, it will be more conducive to it controlling Chen Feng's flames, and even absorbing part of Chen Feng's secret consciousness for his own use.

Chen Feng bit his tongue suddenly, then let out a sharp roar, almost releasing the flames that had been transformed in his body. At this time, his secret sea was already empty. Although the chance was slim, he could only fight to the death, otherwise he could only turn into a ground fish on the chopping board and let the devil slaughter.

The devil smiled contemptuously and said, "The more you struggle, the more painful it will be when you die in my hands."

Chen Feng could almost feel the erosion of the demonic energy on his body and the burning of purple fire on his body. There was only a thin layer of green fire and red fire.

Chen Feng looked at the starry sky. Because of the demonic energy, he could no longer see anything, but he could still imagine the brilliance of the starlight. In the devil's mouth, the stars were insignificant, and its demonic energy could also cover the starry sky in front of Chen Feng. But in front of the wilderness? Can it cover it? Or in front of the wild grass? Will the weeds care about this moment of obstruction?

Chen Feng seemed to see a grass seed in the wind gradually falling to the ground, taking root, sprouting, growing into a wild grass, and then growing into a large area. When winter comes, the wild grass quickly witheres or rots, but when spring comes, it grows into a larger area. The devil calls himself immortality and cannot do this. Otherwise, how could it be a remnant soul now?

When Chen Feng thought of this, he suddenly realized the key point: Yes, it is just a remnant soul. Everything in the world has rules to follow, and the devil is no exception. As a remnant soul, it relies on instinct, but what is missing is the original heart.

After a person dies, the body will turn into fertilizer to nourish the earth, and the soul will enter reincarnation; the weeds will dry and rot, and will also become a component of fertile soil and will grow again in the next year; the wilderness may become a forest, lake or even a canyon in the changing world, but it will always have a chance to become a wilderness again, and may wait for millions of years, but there is still a chance; the fate of stars may only take a turn after billions of years, hundreds of billions of years, or even hundreds of billions of years, but it is still worth looking forward to, because the time in the universe is endless. As long as there is hope, fate is worth looking forward to.

But what is the devil? The residual soul cannot be completely restored. No matter how powerful it is, it is just an incomplete demon. The most important thing is that if the devil dies, it will disappear in the vast universe forever, and there is no possibility of returning again.

Yes, that's it! Chen Feng couldn't help but shout: "Everything in the world has reasons not to be bound by fate. But you demons are the only ones who will be tightly blocked by the cage of fate!"

Chen Feng felt that although the demonic vortex around him trembled, it quickly closed.

The devil's voice sounded again: "Why do you have to struggle meaninglessly? Killed by me is your destiny, so why bother to discuss the destiny of others?" Chen Feng obviously felt a little trembling in the devil's words.

Chen Feng couldn't help but smile and said, "Haha, everyone else, are you considered human?"

"You want to anger me." The demon head pointed at Chen Feng's translucent arm, and the demonic energy vortex produced invisible power, controlling Chen Feng.

Chen Feng secretly complained that something was wrong, but he could no longer move. The flame on the surface of his body had been eroded to a layer of film, and there was not much secret consciousness left.

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, is this your fate as the devil said?" Chen Feng asked himself a few words in a daze, and suddenly burst into laughter. When he first met the secret master, the dwarf secret master once asserted that Chen Feng had only half a day of life, but Chen Feng came to life; Hei Chao and Qingbo had attacked him, but he still escaped his life; when he encountered the corpse king in the charity village, he still did not die; by chance, he drank the ray of life and death, he miraculously possessed the secret spin and became the secret master; in the next trial and adventure, how many times he was chased by someone, his strength was growing, how could he lose his life and death?

It is difficult for a frog in a well to break his fate, but a flying eagle can overlook the mediocre sentient beings. But when the frog jumps out of the well, he gets rid of the shackles of fate, and the eagle falls into the dust and can no longer dominate. The more Chen Feng thinks, the more excited he feels in his heart. Once upon a time, he was so ignorant, did he ever think about having his current self?

"I have not returned to Red Maple Island, have not yet taken revenge, have not yet explored more secret worlds, and have not yet pursued my avenue... In any case, I cannot forget my original intention."

Chen Feng was shocked, and there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind. All the secret spirals trembled, and finally formed a resonance and turned together. With the help of Canghai Jue, his secret spirals, secret x, meridians, and hidden meridians were activated at the same time, instantly providing him with full secret power.

Chen Feng waved his hand, and ninety-nine Dao silks wrapped around the demon head like a net, forming two knots. Chen Feng's three thousand Dao knots were only effective in secret techniques in the past, but Chen Feng was inspired by the demon's attachment of purple fire to the demonic energy, attached the only remaining secret consciousness and flame to the Taoist silk, and actually bound the demon who was uncertain and impartial.

The chaotic state around Chen Feng suddenly disappeared, the bright starlight shone on him again, and the wilderness scenery reflected in his eyes again.

However, how could the devil surrender easily? With the help of Zihuo, the demonic energy kept breaking the Taoist silk. After the Taoist silk was broken, it would automatically continue, but it still couldn't match the speed of the collapse. Chen Feng smiled calmly, and another Taoist silk flew out of his hands: one, two, three...thirty, thirty...thirty...thirty...thirty!

Chen Feng's most strange secret technique actually broke through here. One hundred and eighty Taoist silks were divided into three Taoist knots, and they once again tied up the devil's silk. The most important thing is that the Taoist silks are no longer broken by the devil's silk.
Chapter completed!