In front of the hall, Zhao Chen looked at this colorful world in a daze, and he was distracted.

His eyes were far and wide, and there was no edge in sight, and the winding and colorful rivers came from unknown places and disappeared at the end of the vision.

In the sky, the boundless ocean, the vastness and turbulence of the undercurrent, seem to reflect the world against the blue background.

In the face of all this, he felt very small, like an inconspicuous drop of water in this vast ocean, and his cultivation skills were nothing more than a string of bubbling blisters.

All grievances and entanglements, conspiracies and interests, and love for people and things are just fleeting, and they become insignificant in the face of this vastness.

Even, some ridiculous!

He came back to his senses, shook his head, and shouted in a thick voice, "Let's start!"

The aura in the eyes is flying!

Xiaoyaozi waved lightly in the dust, and her deep eyes stared at him without blinking, as if to see something from his calm face.

At this time, even under the reflection of the brilliant colorful glow, his expression still did not change in the slightest.

Resolute and indifferent.

After a long time, Xiaoyaozi stretched out his hand and waved. The colorful smoke changed in his eyes, and Xuanjizi's figure turned into a huge night owl, carrying Zhao Chen and flying towards the mysterious space in the distance.

There seems to be no end of the earth in the mirage, the mountains and rivers are endless, the mountains are endless, the smoke is not endless, no matter where you go, it is colorful, and the atmosphere is mysterious and secluded.

I don't know how long later, a vast azure blue pressed against their heads, it was the endless ocean in the sky.

The huge night owl plunged into it, and suddenly a brilliant bubble enveloped Zhao Chen and floated upwards in a swaying manner.

The bubbles slowly rise on the bottom of the sea, and the flow of seawater is regular and uniform, like transparent silk threads.

This is the rhythm of the sea, like a dream!

Zhao Chen closed his eyes, stopped his actions, and felt the vast world with his heart, and the incomparably mysterious pictures were interpreted in his divine sense, and then blended together, gradually turning into silk threads.

All the colors melt together and turn black.

It's as black as an ice flower!

The threads grew brighter and brighter, glowing with a spiritual light that seemed to be unclear, shifting between light and darkness, blending with his divine consciousness and resonating with each other.

His spiritual world continued to vibrate, and then those silk threads formed a cold and brilliant ice flower, sinking into Zhao Chen's sea of stars, shining at the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, the world in front of him shattered like a bronze mirror, shattered into pieces, he opened his eyes, and the brilliant bubbles were also burst in an instant, and he came to the sea.

A wisp of colorful smoke slowly rose, transformed into a Xiaoyaozi, and stood beside him.

The sea was flat and shiny, like a mirror.

In front of them, there are six towering trees, soaring upward, with lush branches and leaves, and the divine light flows!

Further up, on the top of each tree, there are towering mountains, colorful flowers, streams surrounding, and waterfalls roaring down from the top of the trees and falling into the sea.

Zhao Chen was a little shocked, the scene in front of him was too mysterious, which made him unbelievable.

"Feel it with your heart!" Xiaoyaozi's voice came from his side, and Zhao Chen's body shook.

The calm sea was suddenly turbulent, and a series of winds blew, figurative winds! It blew, penetrating Zhao Chen's body, burrowing into his flesh and blood, combining with his flesh and blood, and rhythmizing with his veins.

He felt every strand of flesh and blood in his body being pierced, swimming through his body, forming an incomprehensible trajectory.

A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and he felt extremely comfortable, which was nourished by the mysterious power.

With a swing of his fist, his divine light flashed, and his spirit and body poured out majestic power, and this punch faded the space into nothingness.

Zhao Chen felt frightened, this kind of power was boundless, he was extremely confident, this punch was enough to blast Chu Zhongyuan into scum.

Xiaoyaozi looked at Zhao Chen calmly, as if all this was very ordinary in his eyes, and he couldn't make a little waves, and then the colorful light on his body flashed, transforming into the huge night owl, carrying Zhao Chen, and flying towards the top of the tree.

Soon, the two of them were standing on the top of the mountain on the top of the tree, their clothes flying.

At this time, the dripping rain fell down, lingering and compassionate, and soaked Zhao Chen's whole body.

The rain not only hit him, but it also entered his heart. A crisp feeling invaded his whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver. His body was getting wetter and wetter, the feeling of clarity was getting stronger and stronger, and he felt his soul tremble.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and in a trance, he heard a flurry of footsteps, and the surrounding area was white.

He saw himself!

This he, young and immature, hurried, stumbled over, and looked back from time to time. Running like this, he fell in front of Zhao Chen coldly, he lay on the ground, stretched out his hand to Zhao Chen, and looked at him full of horror and pleading, as if he was begging for help. Zhao Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand, his fingertips touched, and the young and immature Zhao Chen was instantly shattered, turning into a gust of wind and blowing into Zhao Chen's body.

Zhao Chen felt a stirring in his soul, as if he was about to get out of his body.

At this time, a dull sound of footsteps came, and in the distance, a middle-aged man walked out of the void, looking the same as Zhao Chen, but with a trace of vicissitudes and a trace of indifference. He walked slowly, the light was shining, and the sound of the avenue was endless, and even the aura overflowing from his body seemed to cut the space.

He walked in front of Zhao Chen and stopped, gently hammered Zhao Chen's chest with his fist, and laughed, he laughed so happily that he bent over with a smile, his powerful aura was completely gone, and he was indescribably free and easy.

He leaned into Zhao Chen's ear and spoke softly, with a hint of a smile: "It's funny to see you, like a twenty-five or eighty-thousand, remember, in the future, you are a scoundrel who is not afraid of heaven and earth, Lao Tzu's biggest scoundrel, and Zhang Ruxue's scoundrel! Oh, I was wrong, you are slightly worse than him." ”

Zhao Chen was shocked, and looked at him in a daze, his expression sluggish.

The middle-aged Zhao Chen patted Zhao Chen's cheek lightly and said, "Oh, you don't believe it?"

Then he smiled lightly and turned into a ray of brilliant light and burrowed into his body.

At this time, another figure appeared, wrinkles crawling all over his face, this was an old man, similar to Zhao Chen.

"Long time no see, little scoundrel!" said a calm voice of delight.

He approached, sighed, and said softly in a vicissitudes of life: "If you are young, be happy, come, give yourself a smile!"

The old man laughed, a little cynical.

Then his figure became brighter and brighter, turning into a golden light and shooting into Zhao Chen's eyebrows.

This scene was familiar, just like the golden light that fell from the sky many years ago brought him from Xiangye Village to the Qixia Sect.

Zhao Chen's heart was full of shocks, his star sea was turbulent, his body couldn't help but tremble, he felt that his heart was full all of a sudden, and all kinds of pictures kept flashing in front of his eyes, there was Xiangye Village, there was Baihua Peak, there was a sword competition, there was Hanshui City, there was the Ancient Universe, and finally all the pictures were intertwined into one point, and the white light appeared!

His senses recovered, just now he felt his soul stripped and reshaped, at this time his body recovered, he shook his head, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable!

"You've changed!" Xiaoyaozi said with a light smile.

"Has it changed?"

"It's changed!"

Then, Xiaoyaozi waved the dust again, and the space fluctuated like a rippling water surface.

The figures of the two appeared in front of the previous palace.

"What I promised you has been done, and the power of the realm has been inherited. Now, it's time for you and me to leave, looking forward to the next time we meet in our lifetimes. ”

"Is it the source of the realm power?" Zhao Chen waved his fist, thoughtful.

"The power of the realm is divided into three elements, just now I took you through the boundary sea, the source of the boundary is integrated with your spirit, I took you to feel the wind of the realm, integrated into your flesh and blood, and finally we went to the top of the sky and imprinted it on your soul. Xuan Jizi said leisurely.

"Spirit, flesh and blood, soul?" Zhao Chen couldn't help but whisper to himself.

The world in front of me is still colorful and colorful, but it seems a little monotonous after watching it for a long time.

Xiaoyaozi looked straight ahead, and the strange world reflected in his eyes, and then his figure turned into a cloud of green smoke and drifted away with the wind.

At this moment, a door appeared in front of Zhao Chen's eyes, the door slowly opened, and the dazzling light shone in, and it was dissolved by the darkness. Zhao Chen slammed in, and it was suddenly pitch black in front of him.

He opened his eyes and appeared in the humble courtyard of the Xiaoyao Palace, Xuanluo sat aside and looked at him with a smile, his smile was a little stiff!

"Senior brother, you still look more comfortable than before!" Zhao Chen teased.

"People change. Xuan Luo said, still smiling stiffly.

Zhao Chen pinned the string of wind chimes to his waist and walked out of the Xiaoyao Palace, his steps looking light.

Something bad happens, so look at it with a good mood, after all, there is hope!

Hope is a good thing, and hope is not despair!

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the grass and trees and sprinkled them on the steps, reflecting it yellow, and the birds fluttered their wings and danced happily in the distance.

"Senior brother!!" he shouted at Zhang Ruxue and the others.

Enlightened!