It was so sudden that he was not prepared at all.
The weapons of the tomb keeper were branded on him.
Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered what the tomb keeper had said to him.
One day, if he leaves the world, he will take Qin qianluo''s little ancestor, because the way to revive Qin qianluo''s little ancestor may be in the era he saw entering.
So later, when he came through the fake immortal talisman, he sealed Qin qianluo in his residual knife.
But so far, he hasn''t found any way to revive Qin qianluo''s little ancestor.
"Did the tomb keeper already know this?" Qin Feng sighed deeply. When the tomb keeper really knew all the world and knew the ancient, modern and future, he even expected this, so he left the mark of the funeral bell on him and helped him keep his memory at the critical moment.
An inexplicable mist floated over and looked soft, but when it finally touched the funeral bell, it erupted into a powerful force and roared heavily on the clock wall.
Dang!
The sound was so loud that the funeral bell trembled violently, and the clock wall glowed and hummed. For a time, there were patterns on the clock wall, all of which were complex cloud patterns.
What is the funeral bell? It''s the weapon of the tomb keeper. Even if it''s just a brand, it''s extremely powerful.
It can be imagined that at this time, the funeral bell encountered what a terrible energy bombardment. It was originally intended to erode the spirit of Qin Feng and cut off his memory. Now it is blocked by the clock wall, and the mist has just become domineering and attacked him!
Boom!
The clock is luminous and covered with clouds. It looks natural when you look at it carefully.
"Some doorways are like order?" Qin Feng was surprised that the mark of the funeral bell was hidden by regular patterns.
He couldn''t see it before because he was too far away from the tomb keeper, but now he opened the nihilistic Tao eyes, and there were no Tao marks that could be hidden in his eyes.
Dang!
The funeral bell shook again, which made Qin Feng feel that he was about to explode in the clock body and was attacked by inexplicable energy.
"Cut off the memory. What''s the devil''s way? Is there anything to control?" Qin Feng was frightened.
Outside the clock, there is a layer of white fairy fog. It looks sacred and peaceful, but it is terrible. It can erase everything, cut people''s memory and destroy people''s spirits.
"Why do you deprive me of my memory? What is it?" Qin Feng felt goose bumps even with the protection of the funeral bell. He felt as if there were a pair of eyes behind the snow-white fog.
The snow-white fog rushed from the bottom of the funeral bell. If you want to get close to Qin Feng, you will never stop until you erase his memory.
"Chi Chi!"
The funeral bell vibrated and sent out yellow clouds, which filled the air to stop this strange and mysterious fog.
However, as strong as the tomb keeper, the back hand he left could not resist, and the mist spread upward.
It''s scary and frightening. You know, the tomb keeper is powerful. As we all know, in terms of combat power, the tomb keeper is definitely the top. Even though he has been the strongest hunter for ages, he still can''t stop the fog.
Dang!
Finally, Qin Feng pounded the funeral bell with great force, shaking out one wisp after another to block the white fog. Unexpectedly, he successfully resisted it and pushed it out.
Boom!
The mourning bell shook violently. The white fog was still pounding and turned into a powerful force.
However, the whole funeral bell was closed and rippled against the white fog so that it could not be eroded.
The vortex is like a sea eye, sucking the world upside down. Qin Feng goes deep into it. It''s dark around and sees nothing.
"Dang!"
A sudden shock, a mass of white fog pounded again. It seemed that there was a blue eye staring at the inside of the funeral bell. He didn''t let him go and had to cut off his memory.
Qin Feng saw that there was really something in the white fog. His bloody eyes were very frightening and dull. It didn''t look like a God, but he was strictly executing some order.
Qin Feng suddenly felt suffocated. He felt that the spirits were cold and creepy. He could find this truth.
For a time, he was cold from head to foot, because inadvertently, he found that all this was probably man-made.
"Boom!"
The wall of the bell shook violently, and the cyan eyeballs in the white fog were dripping blood. They were very dull. They directly impacted the funeral bell, breaking the energy ripples and drilling in from the bottom.
"Not good!" Qin Feng changed color. Once the white fog filled him, his memory disappeared.
He stared at the blue eye.
That eye was originally very huge, more terrible than the mountain, like a planet, but as it approached the clock, it shrank rapidly, rippled, dripping blood, and completely entered the clock.
Finally, it turned into a face so big, and the flowing blood was fresh and red, mixed with black blood!
Buzz!
The dull eyeball trembled, sent out a weak light, and cut off to Qin Feng. Sure enough, in a moment, some of his memories would be deprived and erased.
How can Qin Feng be reconciled and fight hard.
At the same time, the bell wall glowed, the funeral bell stirred, and ripples weakened the light of the eyes. The threat to Su soul was not so strong.
The mourning bell had the same mana as him, but it was still difficult to stop the blue eye from approaching.
Qin Feng was dissatisfied with the cold sweat on his forehead. If he went on like this, his memory would really be cut off.
And from a close distance, Qin Feng could see clearly that many silk threads were connected to the whole blood dripping eyeball, which was the power of order.
"Is this formed by rules?"
"If you also follow some order rules..."
Qin Feng meditated for a while, hiding his Tao trace and turning into a body without Tao.
Sure enough, that eye was not so hostile to him. It was a little confused. It seemed to lose its goal at once. It just instinctively released the mist.
There was no targeted attack, which greatly reduced Qin Feng''s pressure.
"Sure enough, no matter what you are, you are all within the Tao." Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
With the confrontation of the funeral bell and the latter''s inability to cut off his memory, the eye slowly withdrew from here after releasing the white fog.
Qin Feng bombarded the funeral bell with a fist, and the bell wave spread, expelling all the white fog in the clock.
Being sheltered by the mourning bell, Qin Feng gradually gained the upper hand in this confrontation. He no longer worried that his memory would be cut off.
Black whirlpool, black from head to tail, deep and mysterious.
Qin Feng doesn''t want to peep more. Whether it''s man-made or natural, he just wants to leave here with his memory to avoid more accidents.
If the memory is cut off, it will be really troublesome.
The rest of the way was very calm. Although there was still a white mist to cut off his memory, these forces were scattered because there was no accurate goal.
Therefore, it is difficult to break through the barrier of the funeral bell for a time.
A bright light appeared in front of Qin Feng. His spirit was shocked.
The passage of time is finally coming to an end.
He is also about to return to his original era.
Just waiting for him, what will it be!
He lived in a time when he left, or many years have passed.
Qin Feng was very nervous. He was afraid of looking at ten thousand years. At that time, even if he knew everything from heaven to earth, he was unable to turn around.
Whoosh!
Finally, he drove the funeral bell, disappeared from here, set foot on the way back, and rushed to his era.