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This is the power that Changtian gives to everyone, even in their sleep, they can still enjoy the gift of Changtian, and daydreaming is the best explanation.

And at this moment, Han Xian slammed the Yuheng formation wall with both hands, didn't he 'want' to break the trapped formation.

But people with crazy eyes don't know the weakness of their fists, maybe Han Xian hasn't thought of these things at this moment, or maybe he hasn't dreamed of it yet.

So Guan Han, who was closing his eyes and meditating at this moment, would rather think of it again, or did he dream it?

If he really thought of it, then the breath of the Great Dao that he had accumulated with great difficulty would not collapse a minute, Guan Hanning wanted to be perfect too much, if he gave up the pursuit of the Emperor's Road, with the degree of condensation of this avenue, he might have condensed the fairyland now, but how could a person who was bent on pursuing perfection let himself die in regret.

Is this ambitious?

Guan Hanning, who closed his eyes and pondered, must not want to admit it, and can this really be understood as the pursuit of perfection?

No matter how Hanning still dares to have a perfect idea, maybe all this is predestined, he groped and thought that he had discovered the avenue of heaven, and after the joy, he finally found that he had missed the success that was about to come.

And what do those who miss choose, when they wake up, they do find that they have gone too far, so that they can't turn back, and passive or active, can only go this road to the dark.

But this desperate choice really couldn't help Guan Hanning grasp the breath of the avenue that was gradually dissipating.

And every time the avenue dissipated, Guan Hanning's brows tightened for a minute, and at this moment, it was already a river, and even the hideous dragon face behind him was slowly faintly passing away.

If it goes on like this, then even if Han Ning doesn't want to admit it, he has to passively accept that he has no chance with Ning Immortal in this life.

And Que Wei's impatient reminder didn't help Guan Hanning at all, because he was too engrossed in concentrating to listen to this worry in his heart.

How can the worried people surround one, the faces of Que Xin and Chu Nian who were looking on the ground were full of eagerness, and what they saw was not Guan Hanning's Daosan, but his death.

There is no doubt that what will he do to live in this world, even if there is a 'imperial seal' to help, it is also delusional.

Just like the tears in Que Xin's eyes, worrying about nothing can change.

Looking, watching, blood and tears are already in the eyes.

Looking, watching, my heart is already frosty.

Why is this day so difficult, falling from the heaven of joy into the hell of bitterness, the taste of which is not known, and I thought that my tears were dry, but now I have indeed found that as long as the blood of this body is not exhausted, then the tears will never dry up.

"Mother~~. ”

Que Xin's mouth was already hoarse, but Chu Nian could hear the thoughts of the daughter in his arms, his eyes fell on Que Xin's face, he thought about being strong, and he really couldn't control his tears from falling.

Do you have a headache and cry?

Maybe, but the Moon Kingdom does not need such an emperor.

The yarn girl was suddenly startled on her face, and at this moment, Chu Nianyi put Que Xin on the ground, and she had already stood up with her spine upright, she was really the emperor of the Moon Country.

A face was not sad at all from the moment the majesty flowed out, and a pair of starry eyes fell on Guan Hanning's body, and even lingered on Que Wei's figure.

What does she want to do?

War?

The face of the woman with the yarn was full of hesitation, and under the trade-off, she still took a slight step, came to Chu Nian's side, and whispered, "Your Majesty." ”

This should be a reminder.

But Chu Nian, who was obsessed with the battle situation, really turned a deaf ear, and the majesty on her face became more and more solemn.

The girl with the veil was already suspicious in her eyes, she could feel the majestic mixed colors, there was no doubt that Chu Nian wanted to fight with her husband, and even more wanted to defend Guan Hanning's way.

"Your Majesty, please also take the Moon Country as the priority. ”

Chu Nian must have heard this sound, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and the majesty on his face was indeed disintegrating minute by minute, but the majesty in his mouth did not change: "Retreat." ”

The eyes of the woman hanging the yarn were suddenly startled, and she wanted to speak, but her eyes fell on Chu Nian's majestic face, and she had already hidden her worries in her heart, and at this moment, Chu Nian was sitting on the ground on her knees in her eyes.

Did you give up, did the emperor of the Moon Kingdom succumb to fate?

Maybe in the eyes of the girl hanging the veil, Guan Chu Nian's soft face thought so.

But just as Chu Nian sat cross-legged on the ground, that worry immediately turned into an earth-shattering wave, almost breaking through the veil that covered his face.

The distracting brilliance set off the softness on Chu Nian's face even more dusty, and that face must not be able to make people see that he was experiencing life and death.

This piece of dust, of course, was given by the 'Great Sage Relic Music Piano' in front of his knees.

Chu Nian's eyes slowly closed, and a pair of hands gently stroked the strings, the holy relic passed down by the ancestors of the Moon Country by word of mouth, it was originally the patron saint of the clan.

With it, the ancestors of the past generations have never yielded to the backbone.

Now that the surname Chu has been passed on to his own hands, is it about to be broken?

It appeared, which doesn't represent the will of the ancestors, and it should fight for the surname Chu.

"Ding~~"

Chu Yun's face was suddenly startled, but the fierce shouts were indeed impossible to exit, and only his eyes viciously accused Chu Nian, but in this soft piano sound, the fierce history on that side was disintegrating minute by minute.

The fingers plucked the strings, and the beautiful notes jumped out from the beating between the fingers, from the tremors of the strings, and flowed into the air, and the air carried the beautiful sound into the hearts of the restless people.

When the Great Sage's Relic Sound sounded, although the Longbi Platform was still bright in the sky, the softness and silence of the night did fall in everyone's hearts.

"Why do you bother with Nian'er?"

Que Wei shook his head and sighed, but he really couldn't indulge in this beautiful piano sound, his eyes fell on Xiao Wangzhi's face, and a smile floated slightly.

And Xiao Wang, who is complicated by this smile, must be able to understand it.

Although the sound of this qin is beautiful and drunk, they do not dare to stop, although the sword in their hands cannot make a sound, but who dares to doubt its coldness, and who can doubt its power in the rune of the sky.

The harp was played for them, but they could not listen quietly.

But fortunately, they are not the only audience on this Longbi platform, some people really need it, that Guan Hanning who is in the condensing path has loosened his tightly locked brows, and that Chu Yunbi has also put away the murderous history on his face, and Han Xian, who was crazy and ignited by anger, actually slowly quieted down.

Is there a supreme power in this sound?

Why do you make people with dry hearts so calm?

Chu Nian's hand that plucked the strings did not have any trace of half of the force, and the song she played with her eyes closed was indeed the most ordinary "Meditation Song", and this must be played for herself, for her own anxious soul.

She is not the only one who is anxious.

Those who are immersed in the sea of turmoil need it the most.

And the rhythm has no boundaries, this silence sinks into the air, soothing the restlessness of the human heart.

At this moment, Guan Hanning's world must be quiet, the breath of the avenue that has almost collapsed is slowly stopped, and it is the gift of this quiet, and it is also their own efforts, that the road is more flawless after several ups and downs, and a trace of perfect emperor's breath is overflowing from Guan Hanning.

Chu Yunbi's open eyes must have taken everything in under their eyes.

And this beautiful note did not imprison Chu Yunbi's body, but he did not lift his footsteps, let alone condense his Dao power and rushed towards Guan Hanning, and his face was unruly, there was indeed a trace of confusion, and his eyes were actually a little bright.

Perhaps under the quiet sound of the piano played by this loved one, he remembered the past that had been left behind and covered up.

And he is not the only one who remembers the past.

Han Xian, who was trapped in the Yuheng array, also found the smiling face in this tranquility, and it was this smiling face that lifted the layers of aura that covered his eyes.

It turns out that the self that is going around and around is not at the starting point, it turns out that it is only the world that is disturbing.

Now I don't think I'm in Yunshan anymore, where I have relatives in the mountains to support me with warmth and cover my sorrows, and I can live carefree, but one day I suddenly remembered to be excellent.

I thought of my excellence, and I already knew in my heart that it was not the mountain that forced me, but it was precisely because I thought I was excellent that I chose to leave there.

The excellent self must feel that there is a cage.

So I rushed away from him, and now the people in the tranquility do find that it is the place where excellence should be the most desirable and the most desired, and the change is because they are tired?

Excellent can't give Han Xian an answer.

It was indeed just for Han Xian to understand that the outside world was also a cage world, and the struggle of his fists was just to make his living space more spacious.

In the midst of struggling again and again, Han Xian realized that the belief that he had always considered to be firm had indeed been blurred, so much so that he had forgotten the promise to Yunshan.

A slight smile floated on Han Xian's face, and at this moment, whether it was in his eyes or in his mind, the boundless bloody aura carried by the 'demon knife' in his heart was completely swept away by this silence.

"Hehe, I'm excellent. ”