On the snowy field, Mo Feng no longer remembers how far he had walked. At this time, Mo Feng was sitting on the snow. Apart from occasionally finding some small animals on the grassland these days, Mo Feng had hardly eaten much, which was a huge test for Mo Feng's physical strength.

"No matter what kind of strong man is, there will always be a time when his energy is burned out..." Mo Feng couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly, a thought appeared in Mo Feng's mind!

"No matter how powerful the power is, it will always be exhausted! But thoughts will never be exhausted. As long as the mind is firm, there will be inexhaustible power?" Mo Feng seemed to understand the most terrifying part of the illusion. Yes, no matter what kind of strong man, you always have times when your power is exhausted, but your thoughts will never be exhausted.

"Thoughts are part of my soul. Thoughts cannot be practiced and improved like martial arts. They can only be improved at specific times. Is the improvement of illusion not to enhance thoughts, but to enhance the form of illusion?" Mo Feng realized in an instant, and he accidentally grasped the key to illusion.

Human thoughts are actually endless, and the so-called improvement is just that you understand that your own thoughts are powerful. And illusion is like a imager, which can pull thoughts out of your body to form various forms.

"No wonder there is this small light ball in my body!" Mo Feng had long discovered that there was actually a small white light ball in his body. This light ball was like a seed. This should be the seed of illusion, but how can this seed take root and sprout?

This is still a problem!

"A thought between life and death becomes a god. Does it mean that practicing illusion and death constantly?" Mo Feng thought for a while, this might not be absent, but Mo Feng felt that it should be more than that simple. If this is the case, his gourd still has six stars, and he committed suicide six times, wouldn't he reach a peak?

Of course, this is just Mo Feng's small idea. Huanxing's cultivation method is indeed related to death, but it is definitely not as simple as Mo Feng imagined. At the same time, Huanxing itself is also a time bomb, which is something Mo Feng didn't know.

Mo Feng knew that he could only be saved by walking back to Yuyang. Mo Feng said at this time that he was powerless to do anything about the war in Dawanhe. He only hoped that his plan would work.

"Kao Cha should be from Zhanzhou, the two old ghosts invited by Cha should be from the southern continent. The vast sea in the north. How did they come? They flew?" Mo Feng agreed with this idea. He could form a horse with his own thoughts. Why can't others fly with their power?

"I definitely can't beat those two old ghosts. The Fantasy Story in the Illusion Realm has no lethality. At most, it's just to deceive ordinary people!" Mo Feng was very sure. With the current situation of Fantasy Story, if it doesn't apply to his own physical combat power, it's at most that it's to pretend to be a ghost to scare the children...

"After all, I still haven't escaped the word "illusion". Illusion means unreal. What about the artistic conception? Can the thoughts become a knife as I imagined. The knife is in my heart. I think it is invincible, and it can really sweep everything?" Mo Feng was full of expectations for the illusion of artistic conception, but expectation is expectation. What should be considered now is not expectation, but return to Yuyang.

According to Mo Feng's idea, it would be best to find the triumphal army, but it was twenty days since he woke up, and Mo Feng no longer had hope for this.

After twenty days of fierce battle in the Great Bay River, Fang Han always maintained a defensive posture. No matter how much Manhuang shouted or scolded, Yuyang always stood firm in the wild old nest and did not take a step. As time went by, the materials began to be a little unable to keep up with the wilderness and finally collapsed...

In November of the 1326th year of the Yuyang Gregorian calendar, General Wang Mofeng led 800,000 troops to attack the wilderness, and was invincible all the way. The wilderness wherever he passed was collapsed. In December of the 1326th year of the Yuyang Gregorian calendar, Yuyang Army crossed the Dawan River and attacked the wilderness city, completing the first leap in Yuyang's history.

In mid-December 1326, the Wild City fell, and 500,000 Yuyang Army captured the Wild. The Wild Division held on for twenty days without any supply and finally sent the letter of surrender!

These records were recorded in history by historians. These were all news that inspired the people of Yuyang, but there was also one news that made the entire Yuyang fall into sorrow.

In December of the 1326th year of the Yuyang Gregorian calendar, the general king and the king of the side by side were hereditary. The Grand Marshal of the Yuyang Army, Mo Feng, was attacked by the Kechao unit. One thousand personal guard camps and Mo Feng both died in the grassland, and the whereabouts of the corpse were unknown...

Yes, even the whereabouts of the body were unknown. When the news came back to Yuyang, the whole country mourned. The general Wang, who led the people of Yuyang to complete the unfinished victory, was only seventeen years old. God was jealous of the talent, so he lay in the wilderness forever.

When the wild surrender was sent to Mo Wencang, Mo Wencang lit the surrender in the court without even reading it, and killed the envoy, shouting that he would not accept surrender and he would avenge Mo Feng!

If Mo Wencang's approach was usually done, many people might say something. After all, everyone knows the situation that the two countries are fighting and not killing them. However, this time Mo Wencang's approach was supported by all the people of Yuyang.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" This is the atmosphere of the entire Yuyang at this time. The entire wilderness must be buried with the general and the king! Both the people of Yuyang and the soldiers in the army agreed with this order.

In January of the 1327th year of the Yuyang Gregorian calendar, the long-term uninclusive wilderness began to starve and freeze to death. On the wild grassland, there were corpses everywhere. At this moment, I found out that the wilderness was over, and the wilderness was really over.

The rear was occupied by people, without any supply of supplies. The 400,000 troops of the Savage Savage were killed or injured in less than half a month. The Savage Savage sent the second letter of surrender to Yuyang, but just like the first time, this time the Savage was still beheaded, and the Savage Savage still received news of a death battle.

Collapse, the whole wilderness collapsed completely! They did not have as many people as Yuyang. They were originally nomadic people on this wild grassland, with a population of only three to four million. After a series of wars, although there were more than one million wild people in the wild city, these people were all ordinary people. Faced with Yuyang’s 500,000 army, they only dared to stay at home and look forward to Yuyang not coming to the city to slaughter a madman!

Massacre! These two words have appeared in Fang Han's ears countless times. Yes, countless soldiers in the army have asked to massacre the city and all demanded the bloody city of the wilderness to avenge the general king, but Fang Han never agreed. He had only one reason: if the marshal was here, he would not allow the massacre. Yuyang and the wilderness were enemies, but these people were innocent...
Chapter completed!