As if falling into an unprecedented emptiness, He Bai floated in the sky for a while, white for a while, black for a while, like stars hanging in the sky, like a rainbow for a while, dark blue, deep purple, deep mystery.

The world in front of him is so unfamiliar, he wants to touch the stars, but he doesn't think about how far away, what kind of world is this?

In an instant, he saw a barrel-like object flying slowly past him, and through the small slit he saw only one man sitting on it, until the other person noticed him.

Pure transparent material, the man stood like a small window, beckoning to He Bai.

Looking closely, it was actually the god "National Day", and he wanted to touch this gadget that could breathe fire, but his hand seemed to be transparent and passed through.

The small utensils stopped slowly, and the small doorway, opened from the utensils, and the National Day was wearing a particularly peculiar dress.

Walking towards him slowly, there was a thin rope behind him, Guoqing stretched out his tiny fingers, and He Bai and his fingers were slowly embellished.

In an instant, the void turned into a ball of green silk.

At this time, He Bai felt very thirsty, and many men in armor around him surrounded him, and when one of them wanted to give him a sip of water to drink, he didn't expect the water to touch his lips.

In an instant, he vaguely remembered that this was the journey to Kunlun Mountain, and the picture turned into a ball of green silk.

An old man appeared in front of him, he held a cane and said, "People can do without anything in this life, but they must have the conditions to participate in it, you know? ”

I wanted to answer the old man's words, but I didn't expect to turn into a ball of green silk.

"Immortal, can you help me avenge me?" the little boy said as he faced him.

He Bai, whose body was also uncontrollable, said, "Little thing, remember that you must understand one in life, why people are born, or why they live." ”

After speaking, it turned into a ball of green silk and floated far away.

Come, in the Kunlun Mountains, there is a lake here, and there is a person at the bottom of the lake, her name is Mu Ling.

Seeing He Bai sitting cross-legged and slowly opening his eyes, Li'er approached and shook it with his hand, and signaled to him if he could see it?

I wanted to help He Bai, but He Bai turned into green silk and left.

But when Qingsi left, he saw that it was in a thatched hut.

When I came to a stone pile peak, where there was a courtyard, there was still the smell of grass.

This is the first famous "doctor" that He Bai came to after he attained Taoism.

Here, a woman who resembles grass is sifting through herbs and asking, "Childe, are you better?"

He Bai, who was sitting on the wooden bench, wanted to reply, but turned into a ball of green silk and left.

The doorman, Kong Ze is carefully reading ancient books, for two hundred years, no one likes to read, because there is no interest.

In the small courtyard, Kong Si was teaching a few scholars, and he was sitting on a poplar tree.

"Mr. Changsheng, how is this book?" He Bai looked at his wise and green face, and Kong Ze was still very young at that time.

I wanted to reply, but I drifted away again.

The white-haired old man was angrily scolding Kang Ning's father, "Kang Ming, you little rabbit cub will !! Lao Tzu."

Turning around slowly, the old man said apologetically, "Mr. Changsheng, I am offended, Xiao'er has been like this since he was a child. ”

Before he could make a move, he drifted away.

The small loft in the lake, within a radius of several kilometers around the courtyard, everything is quiet.

But an old man who had not fainted and a young man straightened up, and the old man seemed to resist the art of immortality and tranquility.

When the old man emitted Qi Xuan, the white Qi Xuan quickly recovered and turned into a green silk and left.

When I came to a broken walled house, a red-haired old man was teaching children to draw a pen.

"Elk must remember not to draw it wrong. The old man reached out and grabbed the child's young hand and taught him to draw one stroke at a time.

Turning into a ball of green silk again, he came to the gate called the palace, and a boy fell to his knees, and the snow made the child shiver.

The door slowly opened, and a man dressed in rich clothes walked out and gently helped the boy to get up, you kid.

"Yi Lu, your father was killed, in Building Ninety-Nine. A young man shouted in a hurry, almost stumbling to the ground.

Yi Lu, who was standing on the stream to fish, dropped his fork and ran to the young man, grabbed his hand and shouted, "What are you talking about?

The gate of Yang's house was broken in by a burst of manic qi, and Yang Jikuan arched his hand and said, "Yang Jikuan pays a visit to Mr. Changsheng." ”

He Bai, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the world, is this not true?

Standing up, his hand gathered his qi, and waved it towards the heavens and the earth, and the blue sky, rivers, and mountain peaks turned into a ball of green silk and disappeared.

......

In order to be able to hold Yan Xiu back, the barn did not hesitate to cut off his own cultivation, from the virtuous way to the domineering, and tied Yan Xiu to death and could not leave half a step outside the town.

The intersection of green silk and green luan, the town was flooded with purple light and disappeared, and the grains fell from the sky.

A ball of blue light, about to cut off the head of the golden dragon, the golden dragon roared angrily, and the golden luck and the dark heavenly veins were intertwined.

The blue light is constantly fading.

The barn, which spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, fell to the ground.

On the tile house, Yan Xiu wanted to activate Qi Xuan, but he didn't expect the slightest, and looked at his palm suspiciously.

A white light streaked across the sky, catching the grains that were about to fall to the ground.

......

Fang Li, who was sitting in the small courtyard, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and looked at the south suspiciously, the place where he had lost nearly a lifetime of cultivation.

In the room, an old man pressed his wrist on the wrist of the thin white and tender flesh, and launched a stream of green luan to sneak in.

Slowly raised his head to look south, his brow furrowed slightly.

......

Fa Neng Deng Mu, who had just untied Ansuo, came to Wang Rui, and suddenly everyone who was fighting stopped fighting and looked to the south in unison.

......

The combination of luck and luck, the vein of Xuantian.

The golden dragon, which turned into a small jiao, entered the grass and left.

Chen Shuo, who fell to the ground, watched He Bai raise his hand and wave it, cutting off more than half of the heavenly veins.

The barn, which struggled to get up from the ground, came to Li'er's side and injected all his qi into Li'er's body.

The grain that suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of green luan in his eyes, looked back, and the barn slowly turned into a puff of qi and flew towards the vein of Xuantian.

A drop of water fell into the ground, and the eyes of the grain were full of tears, and he flicked the ground and flew towards the Xuantian vein that his father had turned into qi.

I don't know why, Yan Xiu tried his best, but he couldn't use his qi to make it.

Seeing He Bai infusion qi Xuan cutting the vein, Li'er raised his hand and cut off more than half of the heavenly vein, and Xiao Jiao didn't know when he came back.

Xiao Jiao was grabbed by He Bai and still entered the heavenly vein.

A giant dragon capable of flying came to the side of the floating grain.

He hugged the dragon's forehead and waved away.

Outside the small grass house, a man quietly looked at the giant dragon carrying nine heavenly thunders, but it still went straight up.