My heart is ashamed.

Ning Feng's state of mind at this moment was like the petrification that was constantly spreading on his body, drowned, covering everything, and finally reached the limit.

He felt that a heart seemed to have turned into a stone, and it kept sinking, sinking...

Ning Feng was standing halfway up the cliff, protruding from the stone platform. Half a step forward was a cliff, and half a step back was a cliff. But he felt like he was in the bottomless water, and the whole person was flooded with unspeakable sadness and despair.

In such a state of mind, he didn't even think about what was the petrification that was constantly happening in his body. What was the petrification that shone into his heart? What exactly was it petrification? What caused it?

This feeling is like a person's pain. After reaching a certain point of decadence, he loses interest in everything outside and seems insensitive to all stimulation.

I don’t know how long time has passed, but the divine light in Ning Feng’s eyes became dim and dim, like the eyes of a dead person, completely dull.

He always faced the east sky, staring at the sycamore tree, where the phoenix broke through the boundary, even though it had been calm, as if nothing had happened.

During this time that Ning Feng himself could not distinguish, he saw streams of lights rushing and cutting through the sky.

In every stream of light, there is a familiar or familiar atmosphere. Is it Zeng Zuimo? Is it a treasure seal? Or is it his own senior brother Shen Zhaoxuan?

Nicely, Ning Feng saw white clouds roaring in the sky behind him, gathering for a drink, and then dispersing for a drink. This is a magical power: Is drinking clouds? Is it the divine thought of his teacher Tian Yunzi sweeping across the void?

Ning Feng didn't know, nor did he want to know.

The endless sinking was like a pair of arms with infinite strength. He dragged his feet and kept sinking towards the deepest place.

If it were a blink of an eye, the sky, which had been dark and dawning, disappeared before his eyes, replaced by the Nine Netherworlds, and the deep underworld. He would not feel that it was a little strange.

During this whole process, Ning Feng's mind fell into absolute silence. He could only twitch and hurt when he thought of Ning Caichen. The rest of the time, like the ancient well, he was dead and ashes.

He didn't look down, and he never noticed that layers of petrification began to spread from the insteps, quietly covering his calves. He climbed up his waist and hips, climbed to his chest, and overwhelmed his neck...

It was a light blue-gray at the beginning, as if it was the color of a duck eggshell, and it was as thin and crisp as the eggshell.

Then, as time goes by, the petrochemical process becomes more and more intense, not only constantly climbing upwards, but also constantly thickening.

Over and over again, layer by layer, the petrified color of Ning Feng's body gradually became exactly the same as the cliffs and rocks behind him and the rocks at his feet, like the stones that have been weathered for thousands of years and become increasingly stubborn.

If he moved, he lowered his head on a whim and wanted to look at his feet, Ning Feng would find that after Petrochemical crawled over his neck and climbed up his face. After solidifying his hair, he started from his neck and could no longer move.

Just like a portrait made of a stone, standing between the wind and rain.

"Huh~~~"

Ning Feng sighed in his heart.

"Is that all?"

"Is it like this... it's it like this... it's it like this..."

He seemed to have even turned into a cave of stones in his mind, and his voice kept echoing.

"Why, why are you so unwilling?"

Ning Feng seemed to feel something, and the unwilling seeds sprouted in the deepest place.

He wanted to move, but the portrait had not moved in the storm.

The wind and rain, I don’t know when the flowing lights that cut through the sky, I don’t know whether they gave up or retreated in the wind and rain, but disappeared without a trace.

Ning Feng smiled so quickly that the movement of the stone portrait could not be shaken, causing a "click".

His petrified hair had a small piece in a strand, breaking, falling, and shattering.

It is not difficult to see from the fragments of the fine powder that it is not just the surface. Ning Feng's hair is like being buried in the soil billions of years ago, and has settled into fossils over the long years.

From the surface to the inside, from the shape to the quality, they all become real stones.

With such hair, what about Ning Feng's body?

Did he really turn into a stone?

It looks like yes.

The petrochemical changes in Ning Feng have developed to the extreme.

Petrochemical crawled all over his face, and a hint of melancholy solidified in the sculptures of stones, as if it was a natural magical craft, capturing and carving a rich melancholy and reluctance.

The only one on his body was not a stone, perhaps only his eyes that had already been dead and as dead as annihilation.

Even so, Petrochemical still couldn't let him go.

First, the eyelashes were one by one, and then the whites of the eyes were petrified, and then they continued to invade the dark eyelids. It seemed that in just one thousandth of a moment, the stone would fill the pupils, turning Ning Feng into a stone statue completely.

“Yes~”

“Yu~”

"Heart~"

"That~"

“~So~Yes~Xi~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Ning Feng's heart, which was originally as quiet as the deepest mountain, suddenly became clear.

In an instant, the mind and mood could not capture the rapidity, the whole world continued to expand, forming an endless wilderness, connecting the sky and the earth.

This boundless, this is connected to the sky, and the purpose seems to be just for the sudden sound to appear even more vast and loud, echoing like billions of creatures, shouting loudly together.

"It's also what I am good about, even if I die nine times, I still have no regrets~~"

"I am also good at what I am... I still have no regrets even if I die nine times... I still have no regrets even if I die nine times..."

Ning Feng clearly had all five senses sealed by stones, but he could "hear" these fourteen words, repeated countless times, and entered the deepest part of his heart.

They are like an octogenarian, blind and deaf, and loudly admonishing;

It was like in an ancient temple that the Buddha's statue suddenly opened his mouth and woke up like a sudden enlightenment;

It seems that in the view of the immortals, the Taoist rhyme is engraved...

In a daze, Ning Feng "wakes up".

"Where am I?"

Ning Feng opened his eyes, opened his ears, and took a breath. It was so fresh that it was intoxicating.

He found that he fell to a pond, filled with golden pool water. The halo of gold water was so pure that it seemed to be infused with yellow financialization.

One pool, one pool, forms a series of nine pools.

At the end of the pool is a green mountain.

Above the green mountains, there is a mountain road winding and twisting. When you look up, you will see it magnificently, as if it is a great Buddha, a god and an immortal, looking down kindly.

Behind the mountain is the sky, and the edge of the sky is hung with the sunset that never falls. There are white clouds that do not move or shake, and are embedded in the sky.

"It's here!"

Ning Feng stretched his waist, stood up slowly, and looked at the frozen and eternal scenery.

"Nine-Knuckle Stone Realm. Why am I in again?"

Ning Feng subconsciously recalled the sycamore tree that broke through the sky and the scene of the phoenix sycamore. He felt like an iron nail was piercing into it suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

“Huhhhh~~~”

He took several deep breaths before he could barely calm down.

Just thinking about that scene simply, Ning Feng felt like a petrification.

Instinctively, Ning Feng recalled the "I am good at what I am. Even if I die nine times, I still have no regrets" that filled the world. He stood there in a while, and murmured for fourteen words.

"So...so... that's it..."

Ning Feng smiled bitterly, he understood.

"Nine-death state of mind, it turns out that this is the case. No wonder I have never been able to practice perfectly."

"It's also the kindness of my heart, even if I die nine times, I still have no regrets."

"I have never despair, hardship, and forced to the state of Nine Death. The so-called "no regret" is just a joke."

"Only the true heart is ashamed and has no interest in life, it is true - nine deaths!"

"As the heart dies, the body dies. Instead of being the walking corpse and falling into endless regrets and annoyance for the rest of your life, it is better to turn into a stone and stand tall in the wind and rain."

"If you can't really 'not regret' in the most desperate situation, you will really turn into a stone; if you 'nine deaths never regret', you can only achieve a true state of mind of nine deaths!"

Ning Feng completely understood.

Whether it was the truth of the Nine-Death Mind, the Petrochemical itself, or even the situation he was facing now, he understood everything.

"So……"

Ning Feng walked by the golden pool with his hands behind his back, lowered his head and pondered, looked up and asked himself:

"Do I really don't regret it?"

Involuntarily, scenes flashed through his mind...

There is Chen Xiwei's cuteness, her stubbornness, and her pride...

There are two people who know each other, their tacit understanding and closeness, everything that happens together with them...
To be continued...