War Songs of Boundless World

Mengdie suddenly looked at the Wuyang, a trace of doubt flashed across her sad look.

Wuyang's charming, cool, mature, intellectual, changeable temperament, almost sets thousands of colors in a body, plus the beautiful face, strange eyes, not to mention men, women are captured by the heart.

"Elder sister, he is a Taoist soldier of yuyanglin!" Zi'er quickly explained that she was afraid that the heartbroken dream butterfly would be hurt again,

Mengdie nodded slightly, but did not see Wuyang again, but leaned on yuyanglin's side, whispering about the beautiful future.

The butterfly dress looks at the Wuyang in surprise. The Taoist soldiers have not seen it before. However, the Wuyang with such a mellow atmosphere is not comparable to the ordinary Taoist soldiers.

"You said your master would not die easily!"

The middle-aged man looks at the charming dancing Yang, and his eyes show strange light. He has already felt that the dancing Yang is not simple. At this moment, the dancing Yang in human form makes the father of Mengdie feel a deep breath, and his heart is even more suspicious.

"Cluck cluck, don't you already feel it?"

Wuyang Jiao laughs as if she is not afraid of the ethereal atmosphere. Her eyes are like a middle-aged man with a black hole in the starry sky. The powerful spiritual oppression makes the world awe the atmosphere, but it has no effect on Wuyang.

"However, without your help, although the little master still has a glimmer of hope, it is more likely to fall. The little master has a deep chance. With your help, the master's collapsing consciousness of the sea and his dry mental power will be restored, and the master's subconscious will be able to operate his skills. He will disorganize his revealed destiny and gain a glimmer of hope in the situation of death!"

Wuyang's eyes were also a little surprised. Although he had great confidence in yuyanglin, Wuyang was a little nervous when he was defeated by qiongqi. He even felt that yuyanglin was about to die.

All of a sudden, yuyanglin's body washes out a deep and mysterious breath, as if in response to the words of Wuyang. The previous Sanskrit singing is more profound and solemn, rippling time and space, making the whole Ming and secluded world surging.

Mengdie, who nestles up beside yuyanglin, opens her eyes wide. She finds that yuyanglin is different. She feels a very kind breath and looks intoxicated.

It's like bathing in the sunshine of spring.

"That's the way it is."

But the father of Mengdie looked to the sky.

A sudden formation of Tianwei, in an instant, thunder in all directions, Tianwei mighty.

"Butterfly, quickly convergence mind, wash butterfly heart, cohesion spirit, he may not really die!"

The middle-aged man's long black-and-white hair is flying, and his eyes are shining. But suddenly he waves his hand, rolls up his purple, Wuyang and butterfly clothes, and instantly appears thousands of meters away.

But the dream butterfly is suddenly incarnated into a beautiful butterfly, bathed in the power of heaven, black and white wings are with a trace of purple lines, is full of a light, bright, ethereal atmosphere.

Fluttering wings, the breath of space is incited, and the dream butterfly hovers around yuyanglin. It is not suppressed by Tianwei, but inlaid with the breath of yuyanglin, allowing the power of heaven and earth to cover it.

The power of heaven and earth is like a hundred meter thick sky light, pouring down in an instant, covering yuyanglin and Mengdie.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

The eyes full of wisdom of the butterfly dress are full of doubts and puzzlement at the moment. They can only look at the middle-aged man who shows his divine light.

"It should be that this son was not fully recognized by the power of heaven and earth when he stepped into the realm of truth and emptiness. However, he was destroyed by the power of heaven and earth. He made the will of heaven and earth think that the goal was dead. Now he can be ignited again. This is a miracle and a great fortune."

"It's obvious that I'm going to die, but I can change the fate. Although I have the reason to do it, it's more the mystery of this son himself!"

In the eyes of the father of Mengdie, the God is bright, and he feels inconceivable. All kinds of mysteries make this strong man who has lived for more than a hundred years indescribable.

"To be able to integrate with the breath of Dier makes me feel like I want to be close, which is obviously the mystery of his cultivation."

"Even his Yuanshen is even more perfect than mine. If he has the chance to create a new world, his success rate is stronger than me and even than any strong person in all ages."

The pupils of the middle-aged man's eyes are half black and half white, penetrating through time and space, seeing through the secrets of nature, and looking at yuyanglin with great surprise, he seems to see that the Holy Spirit of yuyanglin is slowly turning.

Heaven and earth are in turmoil. The terrifying heavenly power suppresses time and space. It is ten times stronger than yuyanglin's previous breakthrough outside. The inviolable and inviolable heavenly power makes the Ming and you world in turmoil. It seems that they can't bear the pressure of heaven and earth.

The yuan Shen of yuyanglin's Dantian opened his eyes in vain. Suddenly, he drank it and made a samsara seal in his hands, which touched his eyebrows.

The power of heaven, which runs through the body, the elixir, and the sea of spiritual knowledge, rushes to the brow of the constantly losing vitality, and the vitality stops flowing.

It's like being strangled by Tianwei and swallowed by the reincarnation of yuyanglin.

Yuan Shen extinguished the wound in the center of his brow, but it seemed that he had lost his strength. He could not hang down his hands and slowly closed his eyes. He allowed heaven and earth to wash the Dharma body, spirit, sea knowledge, Shenfu, and even yuan Shen.

But under the baptism of this heavenly power, Yu Yanglin's spiritual power and sea consciousness are frantically repaired, and even constantly climbing, refining, consolidating and transforming.

Become more powerful, rolling like a dragon.

The Dharma particles are more like being tempered by electric current, gradually condensing into rays, continuously condensing, expanding, and then being compressed, melting gold and ironmaking. After many times of refining, they turn into crystal relics, but they never stop. The power of heaven and earth seems to be refined according to the limit that the monk can bear.

How much you can get depends on your own measure.

In the end, every particle of yuyanglin Dharma body was restored to the original seven color relic Dharma body, which shocked the middle-aged man, Wuyang, Phalaenopsis and others, thinking that it was time to stop.

The constant rotation of Yuanshen in Yuyang forest, however, sent out black runes running through the Dharma body. Let the colorful relic Dharma body become more mysterious, as if they are going to form the eighth ray of light.

However, the power of heaven and earth shrouded suddenly compressed, turned into a surplus light, and escaped into the brow of yuyanglin.

As soon as yuyanglin's eyebrows brighten, he hides the power given by heaven and earth into the eyebrow God's house, slowly emitting a stream of power like a spring, which can be understood by the Taoist. However, there is an extremely deep light in the eyebrow of the Yuanshen of yuyanglin.

It was the mysterious "jade talisman" that yuyanglin got at first. Now it was hidden in the endless depth of Yuanshen's eyebrows. It seemed to be stimulated by yuyanglin's rising spiritual power. The rune on the "jade talisman" was more transparent. Even the white hair in the "jade talisman" was 3000 feet, and every hair was infiltrated into the empty shadow, which gradually became clear.