The trip to Kunlun is a life of nine deaths. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Dong's drought resistance provided him with a majestic power of faith, and the dragon trick beads were ready to move, and the still silent reverse scales also showed signs of recovery, and the ability to predict was gradually strengthened.

All this shows that he is only one step away from the flying dragon in the sky.

Last night, Ji Xiang and Tang Feili had a long talk all night, while he meditated and cultivated, digesting the power of faith absorbed. The moment the first morning light of the east sowed on his body, his divine consciousness and spiritual acumen suddenly trembled, leading him into a mysterious realm.

He had predicted good luck and evil many times, but this time the scene he saw and the emotions he felt made his heart fall into an ice cellar.

The moment his consciousness trembled, he saw an infinite darkness, like a void. And he was constantly rising and falling in the void, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, he couldn't sense any spiritual power, and even the water spirit qi in his body and the power of faith were completely lost.

Helpless, just aimless.

And the depths of the void have a strong gravitational pull, tearing its divine consciousness into chaos.

But that alone may not mean much. What made his heart palpitate the most was that his consciousness was filled with despair, sadness, and endless pain.

It was a total despair that was about to be annihilated, and the heart was like ashes, as if everything was empty.

By no means alarmist.

The more advanced the mana, the greater the supernatural power, and the stronger the ability to predict. And the foreseen picture is a fate that cannot be changed.

The most terrifying thing is that what Lu Zheng predicted was only a glimpse, and he didn't even know how to fall into the void, let alone what happened and what happened.

The time, the place, the process, none of them are known.

This means that even if he gives up the trip to Kunlun and Lin Xinmiao's life and death, God knows if it is because he gave up the trip to Kunlun?

What's more, he will never give up Lin Xinmiao.

Taking a step back, even if he had the ability to forcibly reverse cause and effect, he would not be able to do so.

It's like a person who knows in advance that he will die tomorrow, but he doesn't know where he will die or how? The deep sense of despair and powerlessness will definitely drive a person crazy.

Predicting the future itself is a kind of cheating, Lu Zheng was once very eager for this ability, and in his opinion, with this ability, he can respond in advance.

But now, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

He couldn't forget the deep sadness and despair that came from his consciousness at the moment he fell into the void, as well as his reluctance to this world, to his relatives, to his friends, and to his lover.

The path of cultivation is full of thorns. The closer you get to the top, the more dangerous it becomes.

The moment he bathed in the sunshine in the morning, his heart was cold, and even the warm morning light was like a sharp knife, cruelly and mercilessly piercing his heart. But when he saw the auspicious moment, and saw this lover who was willing to give everything to him and was willing to live and die with her, his silent heart suddenly condensed courage.

Lao Tzu is a dragon, a dragon who pursues the limit of life!

can't even break through life and death, what qualifications do you have to be called a dragon?

For the hard-working parents, for the eternal auspiciousness, for the affectionate Miao Miao, for the scarlet carp who helps each other, for the loyal shrimp soldiers and crab generals, for the Dragon Palace that has not yet regained its glory, for all those who love him and the people he loves.

Why be afraid of death?

Auspiciousness was like a ray of bright sunshine that pulled him back from the quagmire of despair. The kind of self-confidence that has endless fun fighting with the sky and belongs to the dragon has returned.

Jixiang may not know what Lu Zheng has experienced, and Lu Zheng does not intend to tell anyone about his premonition, this fear of death can only be overcome by himself, and he is qualified to pick up the burden of protection and pursue the limit of life.

He was still high-spirited, with a bamboo in his chest, calmly and calmly arranging everything he could think of, but he buried the sign of death deep in his heart and never showed it.

In the coral seabed, Xu Zhigao and the Gao family's father and son were escorted ashore by the giant god guard, actively preparing for his orders. Lu Zheng finally took a tour of the coral seabed, and then took Jixiang and Tang Scarlet Carp to the three islands of the East China Sea with a smile and a smile.

The land construction of the three islands in the East China Sea has started long ago, and with the full support of the ship king of Hong Kong Island, the progress is in full swing. Although the progress of the Haixia Palace at the front of the East China Sea was a little slow because of the dredging of the Yellow River by the Duziying, it was also carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of Miaoyue, a great architect.

These three islands are Lu Zheng's land foundation, the last bastion to protect his loved ones from harm. With Lu Zheng's help, Ji Xiang arranged an unprecedented phantom array around the island.

Once this method is opened, the three islands will be completely covered in a lot of fog. Moreover, Miaoyue, the little girl, also sacrificed the unique formation of the merman clan, temporarily shelved the palace planning, and began to arrange the exquisite and complicated Lost Stone Formation around the three islands.

The two circles complement each other, and if someone does break in, they will be trapped in a fog that will never find their way. If it is a demonic with vast magical powers that breaks in, the Giant God Guard, the Tiger Roaring Guard, the Ranger Guard, and the Flying Lightning Guard lurking under the fog will attack them in groups, and they will not die.

Two days later, the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. Lu Zheng flew out of the Golmud River, hid his figure in the water mist, and walked alone on the boundless wasteland, although the barren mountains were bare, but the majestic posture of the majestic bank, like the arms of giants, was completely a majestic picture.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are as white as Hada falling from the sky. On the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, hundreds of military vehicles passed one after another.

Desolate and lonely, but majestic and vast.

When he stood at the Kunlun Pass at an altitude of 4,767 meters, he could vaguely see Tibetan antelopes passing through the mountains and forests. Enjoying the scenery all the way, Lu Zheng finally drove to the legendary Hoh Xili.

The blue sky, white clouds, and white snow smeared a magnificent picture on the mountains, and the vast fields were scattered with sheep, as if white clouds were falling. In the distance, the white clouds and the snow-capped mountains overlapped, making the mountains appear higher, as if there were snow-capped mountains everywhere, and the snow on the mountains was as delicate as human skin and as white as clouds, like a dreamy fairyland in a fairy tale.

Standing on the high hills, the tall snow-capped mountains stand in the canopy like white-headed guards, and the thin white snow outlines the heroic posture. The rivers condense into crystalline glaciers, the waves are silent into silent ice sculptures, once roaring and raging, and the turbulent rivers sleep quietly at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Kunlun Mountain, the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, is worthy of its name.

It was already very close to the cave where Zhang Yueming and Ruan Yunzhou were temporarily sheltering, Lu Zheng simply fell from the clouds, strolling on the boundless plateau, and his mind became extremely broad in an instant.

This is the first time Lu Zheng has entered the hinterland of Kunlun in his life, and this place is indeed a well-deserved ancestor of ten thousand dragons. On the vast plateau, there are many large and small lakes, dotted with thousands.

The unpolluted water here is clear and pure, and the aura is beyond imagination. As a dragon, he suddenly had an urge to stay here forever.

Finding an unknown lake, Lu Zheng couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, jumped into it, and greedily felt the pleasure of the wonderful lake water plunging into his consciousness.

Float leisurely on the water and look up at the blue sky. In the ups and downs, the mood seems to have been sublimated.

Just when he was reluctant to leave, he saw a rickety figure walking slowly on the shore of the lake, wearing a purple long-sleeved square coat, with a blue-gray hat, holding a prayer wheel, walking around the lake step by step.

His steps were slow, but his posture was consistent, and the prayer wheel in his hand swayed at a fixed frequency.

When Lu Zheng's gaze froze, his footsteps stopped, and he raised his head as if he had consciously looked at the sparkling lake. (To be continued.) )