The Dragon from Hell

The mountain in the distance was very majestic. Just from the clouds and mists swirling around the mountainside, it was clear that it was not an ordinary mountain.

Compared with the majestic mountain, his small courtyard seemed so small. Although they were in the same arena, Qin Feng felt the distance was like a natural moat.

Such a long distance was just as far as the distance between the mortal world and the immortal gate.

Qin Feng suddenly understood what this arena was. It was a state of mind.

It must be said that this arena was indeed more special than every previous arena.

An arena was a small world, but here were two big worlds, from the two worlds of mind between him and Feng Xing.

What they saw now was what they wanted.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Feng had never thought about how much he would achieve in his career. He just wanted to live and work in peace, have a small courtyard, and have a home.

But later, as he stepped on the road ahead, he suddenly had other expectations: he hoped that everyone could have a small courtyard in this world like him, with their own stability inside.

If he guessed correctly, the towering mountain in front should come from Feng Xing.

In fact, he was cheating. When he was in Wangjing Mountain before, he and Zhong Mengran entered Feng Xing's state of mind.

But what he saw in it was the young Feng Xing. As rumored, his memory was sad.

In real life, Feng Xing did not meet himself and Zhong Mengran.

His parents were killed, and he fled with his mortal blood. After witnessing the death of his parents, he awakened his spirit bones and happened to be met by Bao Yue Zhenren who passed by.

His heart was full of hatred for his parents.

But Qin Feng didn't understand, maybe the immortal gate could really change a person easily.

Feng Xing's mother died because she fell in love with a mortal bone.

In his mother's family, people with natural spirit bones are not allowed to marry mortals, fearing that this will affect the blood of future generations.

Feng Xing himself is also a mortal, and his father is an out-and-out mortal.

But now, he hates mortal bones.

Perhaps in his heart, if it weren't for a mortal bone, his parents wouldn't have died.

But unknowingly, the dragon slayer eventually became an evil dragon. He was slowly turning into the person he hated the most, but he himself hadn't noticed it yet.

Standing at the pinnacle of the immortal path was his heart's desire, and it was not something that could be shaken by the small changes Qin Feng and Zhong Mengran made in his state of mind.

This obsession has been in Feng Xing's heart for more than a hundred years.

People outside can still see the scene in the arena. On one side is a farmyard, and on the other side is a towering cloud peak. When the two are compared, the quiet courtyard is instantly destroyed.

The originally quiet place became lively, as if it was finally proud of itself.

"Haha, ordinary people are ordinary people. They have not yet gotten rid of the seven emotions and six desires. The six roots are not pure, and there are only these things in their hearts."

"Look at what is called a child of destiny and what is called a natural child of Taoism. I think this cloud peak in Fengxing's mind is really spectacular!"

"Yes, if we cultivators only have firewood, rice, oil and salt in our minds, what kind of Taoism can we cultivate?"

"Fengxing's state of mind is still good. People who cultivate Taoism go against the will of heaven and swear to stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven. This is the courage we should have!"

In the discussion, in addition to discussing how magnificent Fengxing's state of mind is, they also stepped on Qin Feng's state of mind.

They all believed that Qin Feng's state of mind represented happiness, plainness, and the seven emotions and six desires of the mortal world, and at the same time, it was also a lack of prospects.

Since he chose to cultivate Taoism, but was tied to the world, what kind of cultivator is he?

Hearing the discussions of others, Zhong Jiamu and Xuan Yue were very dissatisfied. The two of them blushed and almost rushed up to quarrel with others.

"What do they know? Do you have to abandon the mundane world when you practice Taoism?"

"That's right! Besides, the Immortal Gate Conference is not about the state of mind. Whoever wins in the end is the champion, okay!"

The two of them talked back and forth, but their voices were very low and soon drowned out by the voices of others.

Seeing that the two of them were angry, Zhu Xing smiled helplessly: "Why do you have to argue about these? They just don't understand, why do you care about it."

"Don't understand?" Zhong Jiamu looked confused: "Brother Zhu, does Brother Qin's state of mind have other meanings?"

Xuan Yue also opened her big eyes, eagerly waiting for Zhu Xing's answer.

Seeing the two of them like this, Zhu Xing didn't say anything, but smiled and said: "You will know later."

It can also be seen that the person represented by Qin Feng's state of mind is sitting in the highest seat.

Jiang Yurao's eyes, which usually look bright but often distracted, are particularly serious today.

Looking at the small courtyard, the red lips hooked a smile, and loweredHe murmured, "It's the common people..."

In the ring, Feng Xing stood on the top of the mountain with his sword.

The clouds and mist were under his feet, and even the grass and trees in the mountains became insignificant, not to mention the small courtyard in the distance.

Although they were far apart, this was the ring after all. If two people were to fight, they would definitely not be too far apart.

He could see Qin Feng standing in that small courtyard. Not only did he not feel ashamed, but he looked contented. He even walked to the vegetable field, as if he was watching whether the vegetables were growing well.

This scene made him hold his sword tighter.

This person has become his opponent now?

Is a person who has not even cleansed his worldly desires worthy of fighting him?

He felt very angry.

This anger slowly raised the murderous intent around him.

The aura of the Jindan period spread over the top of the mountain in just a breath. Between the opening and closing of his eyelids, Feng Xing was already standing at the door of the small courtyard.

Behind him, there was still a towering mountain.

Feng Xing came down from the mountain and landed in front of this farmyard, like a fallen immortal, which was out of tune with the simplicity here.

"I didn't expect your state of mind to be like this." He looked coldly.

Qin Feng glanced at the vegetables in the yard, reached out to touch them, and found that the water droplets on them fell on his fingertips, with a cold touch.

The vegetables themselves smelled mixed with the smell of soil, which seemed so real.

He just touched the teacup on the table, and it was still hot.

This made Qin Feng feel quite novel. He didn't expect that everything in this state of mind was so real.

Just like yesterday's nightmare, he clearly knew that everything around him was fake, but every pain in his limbs was so real.

It is precisely because of this reality that many people fall into a nightmare.

Qin Feng didn't raise his head, still looking at the cabbage in front of him: "You sound like you are disgusted?"

Feng Xing said coldly: "With such a state of mind, you are destined to be a mortal."