Tu Yuan listened to the flute sound from the distant mountain top, and only felt that this flute sound was extremely beautiful, just like the most wonderful and natural rhythm between heaven and earth, like the fragrance of the hollow valley orchid, like the sound of the butterfly flapping its wings. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com]" Music > Text" It is like a spring water ding dong ding dong flowing on the bluestone, a group of birds singing, composing a movement.

He listened and listened, and suddenly fell into a trance, and after closing his eyes, his mind was moved by the sound of the flute, and his consciousness was infinitely closer, as if he had turned into a bird, flying around the sound.

Standing on the treetop was a woman, her black robe fluttering, and on the black sleeves there were small white flowers, fluttering in the wind, with black hair, eyebrows to the sea, and her face looked small and delicate under the cover of the black hair.

Black hair and black dress flutter in the wind.

The group in front of him had stopped, but when they saw that Tu Yuan had also stopped, the man riding the tiger tightened the spear in his hand and said, "Madam, he also stopped, aren't they?"

Madame stared at Tu Yuan and said, "The Ancestral Mountain Goddess appeared here, no one dared to kill in her presence, and the flute sound of the Ancestral Mountain Goddess was not something that people with malicious intentions could hear." They are not the ones who chase us. ”

The tiger's expression was also a little relaxed, but he was still very vigilant.

Because the master of this family has died at the hands of the enemy, and the young master has also fallen for that vicious spell, he can only be rescued by rushing to his grandfather in Wansheng Mountain.

Tu Yuan stood there and listened for a long time, and when he woke up, the woman had disappeared, and only the sound of the flute was still melodious between thoughts and feelings.

He didn't read the Sutra anymore because the sound of the flute still lingered in his ears.

Sitting on the back of the silver armor corpse ghost, Fan Xuanzi also did not practice, but looked at the empty and distant mountains, and said in amazement and admiration: "It's so good, that sister is so beautiful." ”

As they passed by the camp where the group was stationed, they saw one of the women and a big man standing there staring at them. Tu Yuan nodded at them and continued to move forward.

Meeting is fate, but there is no need to deliberately make friends. There won't be anything that ripples in my heart when I see that woman is beautiful.

They looked at Tu Yuan, and looked at Fan Xuanzi who was sitting on the body of the silver-armored corpse ghost. Finally, his eyes fell on the body of the Silverarmored Corpse Phantom.

"What's that?" asked the big man.

"Look at the person in front, his eyes are clean, and the girl behind him also exudes a sense of beauty, only the black-robed man is angry, evil, like a dead thing, if there is a mistake, it should be a corpse ghost. The woman said.

"The man in front of him is the man of the corpse. ”

"Not really. The corpse will condense death qi on his body, and his body is not dead at all, but full of vitality, blending with heaven and earth, and he is a master of cultivation. ”

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After walking for about a month, I have been walking along the Zuling Mountain Range, this section of the road is actually calmer than other places, and there are no demons, and at the foot of this mountain, I have met many people along the way. However, unlike the customs of other places, there is a priest in every village here, and they are very devout to this ancestral spirit mountain.

Rarely seen elsewhere. Because it is not allowed to worship gods elsewhere, they are all invisibly controlled by the main sect, and even if there is no major sect, there are small sects.

However, here they are not pious to the gods, but to this ancestral spirit mountain, to this heaven and earth.

The clothes of the people here are not the same as those in other places, but Tu Yuan did not stay here for long, the only thing that allowed him to stay was when he settled in an ancestral spirit temple, and exchanged a lot of spiritual experience with that temple Zhu.

I learned a set of dances to worship the heavens. This is a method that can rain, disperse rain, and drive away disasters, Tu Yuan knows that this is just a different name. This is actually a set of methods of stepping on the dough, which is a way for one's soul to integrate into heaven and earth to pry one side of heaven and earth.

The reason why the temple will teach Tu Yuan. Not because he regarded this as a means to be able to fight the enemy, but because he regarded this as an ability that could benefit people, he hoped that Tu Yuan would also be like him.

After staying here for three days, Tu Yuan left, but found that the group of people he met on the road before had already caught up, and they also found Tu Yuan, after a period of nervousness, looking at Tu Yuan's seemingly slow, but actually quite fast figure went away, even if they were someone riding a tiger, and the car was pulled by a huge lizard, it still couldn't catch up.

Tu Yuan walked all the way, communicating with people from all over the world along the way, and everywhere he went, he learned some local spells, and he made a book with rune paper himself, and wrote down everything he encountered and thought on the road.

Those spells that were communicated were often unexpected by Tu Yuan, either weird or wonderful, all of which had a strong local color. Tu Yuan absorbed it like a sponge, and then fused through and fused into his own thing.

He found that the higher the cultivation of the spell, the more magnificent and powerful it became, and every move was like a heavenly might, and these people may not be high in cultivation, but their spells are also unguardable.

Moreover, he also saw a person here who could 'simimic' the talisman, but he specialized in impersonating beasts, or daily domestic animals, or beasts in the mountains, and could not personify those powerful beasts, but it was also powerful, Tu Yuan was still the paper man who was still in the clouds at that time, how could it be weird, and there was a sense of being transformed into thousands of people.

He heard a poisonous curse, extremely vicious, this one, he only heard when he was passing by there, and he had no chance to see it at all, and no one else would show it in front of him.

Many things only need to be communicated, so you will have a general understanding in your heart, and you will not be caught off guard and caught off guard when you encounter them one day.

The world in a person's heart is composed of what he sees, hears and thinks, and everything he sees and hears can eventually form what he thinks. It is a very important thing for a practitioner to travel the world.

He could foresee that the road from outside the Longchi Heavenly Palace to the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain would become one of the heaviest journeys in his life, and it would also lay the foundation for his cultivation.

Further on, the weather slowly became drier, the humidity in the wind became less and less, the earth was not also wet, there were more bare rocks, and the birds in the sky were no longer the kind of birds with beautiful wings, and they no longer often saw the beautiful birds chasing and courting each other, but saw some huge birds, as if they were boiling under the heat.

Their eyes were sharp and full of ferocity.

The population began to sparse, and the bare and dry soil under his feet began to grow more sand, and slowly, the sand became more and more, and finally it turned into a long yellow sand, and at a glance, the eyes were endless golden yellow.

This is a vast desert, and under the sunset, it looks like gold all over the ground.

I had never seen such a scene Fan Xuanzi sat on the body of the silver armor corpse ghost, marveling and cheering loudly.

She disembarked from the body of the Silver-Armored Corpse and ran across the endless yellow sand, screaming.

For mortals, it is a forbidden land of death. Tu Yuan knew very well that this desert was probably more vast than any desert on earth.

If he didn't have a spell, he would never want to cross this desert, but now it's different.

He didn't use spells to hurry, feeling the breath of heaven and earth, it was a necessary process for a cultivator, and many understandings were accumulated from this daily life.

The group of people behind him appeared again, and Tu Yuan was a little surprised that they actually had to wear this desert. He didn't care, nor did he think about making friends, because he felt a strong resentment from their group's car.

In the back, there must be a practitioner following, and they are on the run.

Walking into the long yellow sand, turning to the east, in fact, it is still walking along the foot of the ancestral spirit mountain. However, from this point of view, Zuling Mountain can only see a bare rock.

In the foreground on the left, there appears to be a person trekking through the yellow sand. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was baking like fire.

Fan Xuanzi was tired, and finally stopped beating and returned to the shoulder of the silver armor corpse ghost.

When it got dark and the weather turned cold, Tu Yuan and Fan Xuanzi rested in a sheltered place, and the group actually settled down not far from Tu Yuan.

probably thinks that Tu Yuan is also a cultivator, and if he encounters danger, he can also ask for help. (To be continued)

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