War Songs of Boundless World

"The way of the void and the dark, turn!"

As soon as the middle-aged man makes a move, yuyanglin's body is suddenly in full swing, with a faint breath, rolling turbulence.

On the top of yuyanglin's head, a starry vortex slowly condenses. The terrifying power of space is 100 times stronger than that of the real and virtual world. With the development of the middle-aged man, mysterious rules turn into a mysterious energy and merge into the top of yuyanglin's head.

Yuyanglin's damaged and dried up spiritual power is like being nourished by all things. It is moistened by the essence of heaven and earth. It slowly recovers, and the eyebrows look like jade.

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, and the emptiness and darkness create flood and famine!"

The middle-aged man pointed again and made a mysterious handprint with one hand. With a little emptiness, a bright light erupted from the eyebrow of yuyanglin. The chaotic sea was smoothed like a raging wave, and the broken glass was repaired.

All of a sudden, a sound of Sanskrit singing resounds in yuyanglin's body, and the spirit of Dantian turns suddenly. It seems that because of the recovery of spiritual power, the chaotic and shattered sea of knowledge is smoothed, and there is a trace of power. Yuyanglin's God of Tao, fetus and Yuan suddenly feels and turns.

Mengdie broke her tears into a smile, turned her grief into joy, and her eyes were full of hope.

"That's the breath!"

The middle-aged man's eyes are full of essence, penetrating the Dharma body of yuyanglin, and his eyes reflect the Yuanshen of yuyanglin.

"What a mysterious skill, it makes my heart palpitate!" The middle-aged man looked shocked. There was a sharp flash in his eyes, but it gradually subsided. He shook his head slightly and sighed.

Yuyanglin's life is still passing.

"Father, why is the vitality of Yanglin still passing away?" Mengdie's face was full of worry and confusion again.

"I just nourish 30% of his mental strength, smooth his confusion and know the sea, and let him have the ability to run his own yuan Shen, but the wound above yuan Shen can't be repaired."

"It's just like all things in the world are losing their vitality and longevity with the passage of time. There's no way to stop them, unless they step into the realm of opening heaven. But the strong one in the realm of opening heaven is not strong enough and will die. He's just speeding up the passing of life thousands of times!"

"The middle-aged man shook his head:" father is also powerless! At most, it can only destroy his original spirit, restore him to a mortal body, and prolong his life for a hundred years. "

Dream butterfly body a soft, feel suffocation, road Dan are shaking, dim, a heartache across the heart.

All of a sudden, the pale Mengdie spewed out a mouthful of blood essence.

"Butterfly."

"Princess!"

"Sister!"

But the middle-aged man waved his hand in an instant, and a stream of essence rolled up Mengdie, which was enough to make the essence coveted by the demons in the virtual world enter Mengdie's chest.

Butterfly clothes, but zier looks worried.

"Yanglin, I hurt you. I shouldn't have let you come to me."

Mengdie is swept in the air by the essence of the middle-aged man, but she looks sad looking at yuyanglin.

"Dieer originally wanted you to take me to the world. We went all over the Pangu world together, leaving a lot of beautiful stories about us in the world."

Mengdie's voice is soft and deep, and her endless tenderness turns into five fingers caressing yuyanglin's cheek.

"Butterfly, you are transforming your mind by converging your mind and operating it."

The middle-aged man's voice is eager: "whether you can unite the spirit is in a moment, otherwise you will fall into endless sadness like Chang'er, and your heart will turn back. You can't break through in this life without a big chance!"

"If Yanglin is not here, what's the use of uniting Yuanshen? Even if you break through your cultivation continuously, you will die in the future. It's better to go with Yanglin."

Mengdie fell to the ground and nestled beside yuyanglin, but he looked at the middle-aged man: "my father lost his lover at the beginning. He suffered for more than a million years. Only five thousand years ago, he refined his mind, killed the past in his memory, annihilated his own fate, and met his mother."

"Dieer doesn't have the will of his father. Let alone a million years, it's a thousand years, a hundred years, a day, an hour, even a moment. Without Yanglin, Dieer can unite the spirit, but what's the difference between Dieer and death?"

Mengdie's voice is soft, and her heart is withered: "my brother is suffering too. He has his father's advice, and his heart has a new way. In the future, he still has the hope to become the same as his father. But that's because the hope in his brother's heart is still there. As long as he keeps growing stronger, he can go to see that woman. Even if he becomes a butterfly beside her, his heart can be at ease."

"But Yanglin is dying." Mengdie was dejected, his eyes were silent, and he was totally disillusioned: "Yanglin is going to die. What's the meaning of Dieer's breakthrough? Is it immortal? Or long loneliness

"Die'er, there is hope only when you are alive!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were deep, and his voice was even more urgent: "as long as you keep getting stronger, everything is possible. The virtual destruction realm can create things out of thin air. The existence rumors above the heaven opening realm can create creatures. When you become stronger, you can revive yuyanglin!"

"Father, hearsay, that's just hearsay." Mengdie shook her head slightly: "in the whole Pangu world, several of the strong people you have recorded over the past million years have stepped into Kaitian realm. The existence above Kaitian realm is even more illusory. The memory of blood inheritance is all vague. How do you make me firm my faith?"

The dream butterfly breath suddenly disperses, the cultivation of the peak of Dan realm, and the state of mind on a whim begins to retreat.

"Butterfly!"

As soon as the middle-aged man opened his eyes, the world was blocked, and Mengdie's cultivation was confined in his body.

But the retreat of the mind can not be stopped.

"Butterfly, keep your heart The middle-aged man's voice is calm, so that the world is still, and the Ming and you worlds seem to be stopped.

"Yanglin, Dier knows that you are not willing to become a mortal. A hundred years is just a moment. Dier will be with you at the last time. Dier has a lot to say to you."

Mengdie looks at yuyanglin with a smile, with endless sweet eyes.

"Princess"

"Sister."

The elegant butterfly clothes, the butterfly trees behind them are also swaying, and zier has been crying for a long time.

Only the middle-aged man, the master of Mingyou world and the father of Mengdie, looks uncertain, and his eyes are full of brilliance. Although he is worried about Mengdie's condition, he seems to feel something and his eyes are awe inspiring.

"There's a sense of confusion in the air of heaven!"

The middle-aged man looks surprised, telepathic endless time and space, the four seas and eight wasteland, ten directions of heaven and earth, can be telepathic, and even strong heart, let in Pangu world, the depth of time and space of some hermits have telepathy.

But in the end, the middle-aged man locked his eyes on Yu Yanglin, with a look of astonishment.

But the eyes full of wisdom are puzzled, can't feel the slightest breath, sharp eyes are also flashing light, but always can't feel the middle-aged man said.

All of a sudden, the black spear standing beside yuyanglin suddenly twisted and turned into a cool and beautiful Wuyang with a smile in her eyes.

"Little butterfly demon, it's really the most affectionate and natural."

Wuyang becomes charming: "the little master is not so easy to die, little butterfly demon. You'd better be obedient, keep your mind steady and gather the spirit first. Otherwise, when the little master wakes up, your sad heart will lose your vitality, and then no one can save you, cluck cluck."