King of Gods

The Van Gogh Ancient Sound Hall, the forty-eighth floor.

Zhao Feng did not think that he would see the seven-character Fang Ying Xianzi again in this way.

The lyrics in the scene, the radiance of the face, are basically the same as those in the memory; but the temperament revealed is a sublimation of quality when it is in Honghucheng.

The woman, the quaint white dress that fell on the ground, is not stained; it is like a fairy in the ink painting, elegant and empty; it seems to stand in the glory of the times, extraordinary.

"Peak, it is you..."

The classical woman who is as elegant as a fairy is shocked.

咣嘣

The guqin in front of Liu Qin’s body suddenly broke a string.

"You... do you know?"

Qin Palace couple, Li Xueyi, half-children and other people, were amazed.

Cracked to the forty-eighth floor, each scene character, each is a mythical existence.

The woman in front of us is no exception.

Unexpectedly, this scene of the appearance of the characters, and Zhao Feng met.

"She... is this the person you are looking for?"

Li Xueyi’s heart trembled.

The opposite woman, who is fascinated by the music, is the ultimate in temperament, and looks like a human being.

What Zhao Feng is looking for is actually the perfect woman of this kind of genius.

"Are you a piano?"

Zhao Feng is unbelievable, how can Liu Qinqian be the evolutionary figure in the painting wall.

Liu Qinyu has a faint gaze, staring at Zhao Feng, and swaying the waters of Qingqiutan, the layers of sorrowful emotions, joyful mixed feelings, and a bitter bitterness.

"You, who is it?"

Zhao Feng’s eyes are completely open, and if the left eye is purple, the purple hair flies.

A strong willpower will shake the audience.

"This... is his real strength."

Qin Palace couple and Li Xueyi and others, the heart trembled, there is a sense of suffocation.

"Peak, I am Liu Qinqin; but not the one you are looking for..."

Liu Qinyi looked deeply at Zhao Feng.

Unconsciously, she shed tears in two lines.

Zhao Feng stunned, in the end, what is going on?

The smile of the beautiful woman in front of me, as well as the resentment of the sorrow, is the same as the lychee that was parting in the past.

"What is the matter of Qinqin? Are you dead or alive?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath.

The ultimate mystery of the Van Gogh ancient sound temple, even the eyes of the gods can not see through.

"Only the dead person will go back in the painting wall. I am Liu Qin, but not. To be exact, I am part of Liu Qin, who has all the abilities, memories and emotions before she entered the forty-seventh floor. ......

Liu Qin said.

"Dead?"

Zhao Feng’s heart was “squeaky” and it was a cold.

Liu Qin歆...she is dead?

Both the Qin Palace and the half-god have exposed their meditation.

The lyrics in front of them are exactly what they are, and they probably have some guesses.

"This liuqin 歆, should be the ‘Fan’s ancient temple, the power of retrospective creation, in the end is illusory, or life, still to be merchants.”

The half-god boy has a guess.

"Only the dead person will go back in the painting wall; it seems that the real Liuqin, Zhao Feng is looking for, is already dead."

Li Xueyi has some intolerance and sympathy.

Zhao Feng stood for a long time, his hands clenched and shivered slightly.

"Peak, you have to mourn."

The lyre in the scene, with a tremolo.

She is backtracked by the power of the Van Gogh Ancient Sound Hall, but the emotional memory of Zhao Feng is generally the same as the real Liu Qinqin.

"Qin, how did you die?"

Zhao Feng calmed down.

He always felt that there were still some unidentified truths.

Liu Qinqi did not speak, but only a deep affection.

唰

In Zhao Feng’s mind, a variety of scenes emerged, and a woman with a white gauze stepped on the mystery of the ancient temple and explored the ultimate meaning of the Taoist numerology.

In the process of Shaoguan, Liu Qinqi got all kinds of sentiments and rewards.

However, with the cracking of layers, she was physically and mentally uncomfortable.

Liu Qinqi’s artistic conception is far beyond the thousand times of the level of cultivation and life.

At the forty-eighth floor, Liu Qin’s heart and vitality were basically exhausted.

Facing the last layer of the close.

She exhausted all her heart and vitality and stepped into the forty-ninth floor.

Picture memory, stop from here

After that moment, Liu Qinyi should have died.

"The real liuqin you are looking for must have died on the forty-ninth floor. If not, it will not go back to me."

The liuqin of the classical white dress, the bitter way.

In particular, referring to the words "true liuqin", her heart hurts like a knife.

Zhao Feng has been silent for a long time to digest and accept this "reality."

After a while.

"I want to enter the forty-seventh floor and determine the final truth."

Zhao Feng has a strong face.

The lyrics in front of you should be a retrospective view of the ancient hall of the Van Gogh. It is an illusory form.

- Despite Zhao Feng's spiritual eyes, I can't see through the essence.

"But, with your ability, you can't pass through me."

Liu Qinyu secluded.

Unable to pass

Everyone on the scene, facing each other, but no doubt at all.

You should know that Liu Qinyi, with his personal strength, has gone all the way to the forty-eight floor, and even entered the highest forty-seven.

She is happy to stand on the top of the times.

"Liu Qinhao, since you and Zhao Feng, you know each other, why can't you get through?"

Li Xueyi couldn't help it.

"This is the rule of the Van Gogh ancient temple. I can't violate it."

Classical woman shakes her head.

Everyone is sinking.

Zhao Feng stood in the same place and looked at the direction of forty layers. His heart was strongly unwilling.

Live to see people, die to see the dead

Zhao Feng always feels that the truth is still one step away.

"peak."

The classical woman suddenly said: "Here, only you can beat me; and there is only one method, you can think of it."

Is there a way?

Zhao Feng regained his calmness and his mind flew.

He participated in the "Wan Nian Shen", the idea can be turned into thousands of shares, thinking ability is very strong.

That method.

He immediately thought of it, but there was a bitter bitterness in his mouth.

In my mind, suddenly appeared with Liu Qinqin in the vicinity of Honghu City, making a bet.

At that time, Liu Qinyi, the deconstruction of the real spiritual environment, Zhao Feng is not an opponent.

But in the end, Zhao Feng won.

Read it here.

Zhao Feng took a step, and the spirit of the gods was rushing out of the sky.

Immediately, a dreamlike force permeates a void.

"Qin, you know, since I first saw your face, my heartstrings, completely touched for you.

Zhao Feng was warm and slowly moved toward "Liu Qin."

In a dreamy purple light, the scene in front of the scene evolved into a wilderness near Honghu City.

"This is real?"

The classical white-striped woman has a reddish-eyed corner and a mist of water.

"Qin, I decided to marry you."

Zhao Feng’s voice, full of expression, not only incorporates the power of the magical eye of the gods, but his own emotions are also like a tide.

The Van Gogh Ancient Sound Hall.

Zhao Feng and Liu Qinwei, hugged together.

"how come……"

Zhao Feng feels the familiar body fragrance, the snowy and creamy skin, the touch temperature, and the real

The eye of the gods knows that the lyrics in front of you are the real flesh and blood.

"If it is a dreamy illusion, it is too realistic."

Zhao Feng was shocked.

"The highest state of dreams is reality."

The beautiful woman in the arms, the lost in the shackles, gradually subsided, but still looking at Zhao Feng with deep feelings.

"Are you really life, or illusory?"

Zhao Feng’s heart, set off a stormy wave.

Legend has it that the highest state of the illusion is the dream reality.

"Peak, you have the ninth shrine, have you heard of the defending monks, legend."

Liu Qin said.

Legend of the ancestors

Zhao Feng did not have time to think about how Liu Qinyi knew that he had the ninth god.

legend.

The eight great gods gather together to summon ‘the highest ancestors, and they can change the land and rebuild the universe.

However, the highest ancestors could not be opened.

Because of rumors, everything between heaven and earth is a Brahma dream. The ancestors opened their eyes, and the ‘dream will burst.

Is Liuqin in front of me really real or illusory?

Zhao Feng could not tell.

"Feng goes to pursue your real liuqin 歆. She knows the Van Gogh numerology, although she is dead, but the number of lives is still there."

Bai Chang classical liuqin 歆, finally looked at Zhao Feng.

That one.

It seems to carry all her emotions and essence of life.

唰

The scene in front disappeared, and Zhao Feng successfully "hacked" the scene of this level.

But I do not know why, Zhao Feng has a sense of emptiness.

This time, the victory over Liu Qinqin in the murals, as well as the above-mentioned inferior means, attacked the soul.

"The forty-eighth floor, get through"

Qin Palace couple and Li Xueyi, revealing the color of surprise.

Going one step further, it is the highest hall of the "Fan Fan Ancient Temple".

Meow ~

The thief's gaze fell on the large mural.

Except for it, no one has found that the classical woman who existed in the murals looked at Zhao Feng deeply, and immediately revealed the painful color, which turned into a blue smoke and disappeared.

"Zhao Feng, entering the forty layers, we can know the truth."

Li Xueyi said.

Qin Palace couples and others have a look.

"it is good"

Zhao Feng nodded and took the lead and stepped into the forty-seventh floor.

however.

At the end of the forty-ninth floor, there is no embarrassing step, and the top of the head is a vast mysterious starry sky.

Under the stars, it is a huge ring-shaped palace.

The material of the temple is the same as the ancient hall of the Van Gogh seen outside.

But the people in the temple can see the mysterious starry sky from the center of the ring dome.

The mysterious starry sky has an irresistible force.

"Fate?"

Zhao Feng feels that the entire ring-shaped circular temple moves slowly in the sky.

"Here, is the ultimate meaning of the Ledao Hall?"

Qin Palace couples and so on, all feel the starry sky, the unstoppable fate of destiny.

suddenly.

In a certain area of ​​the circular temple, there is a layer of starlight.

"That is"

The eyes of the people, this moved back from the stars, and settled on a "person."

to be exact.

It is a woman, ice jade like snow, no flaws, no snow, white snow, sitting on the ground, lingering in a layer of 氤氲 辉 辉, with the mysterious starry sky on the dome, a mysterious connection.

"琴歆"

Zhao Feng saw from the back that it was Liu Qin.

call out

Zhao Feng figured into the room and came to Liu Qin's side to see her face, a flowering smile.

His figure was crumbling, staring at the motionless figure.

"This is a corpse, without any life."

The main road of the Palace.

"She is dead"

In the eyes of the half-god boy, there was a hint of color.

After a lapse of seven years, this corpse, not only does not rot, its skin is white as it is, no flaws, no scale, ice jade like snow, but also with a hint of rosy luster, and even a hint of refreshing fragrance.

Just when everyone is silent, the change is sudden