A thunderclap shook the sky, rushing into the sky! Drinking through the colorful glow, and startling the birds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 However, the sound is like thunder, but it does not ruin the artistic conception.

The clouds are deep and clear. Ding Feng questioned, flawless, and completely integrated, which is also a manifestation of the Tao.

In the face of thunder, Lin Fan, as always, did not change his face, and said bluntly: "I am Lin Fan, Lin Fan is me." With that, the white eagle flapped its wings and swayed upward, and Lin Fan followed.

Ding Feng raised his eyes and looked at it, and there was a line of small words under the "Thirty-three days, Yunshen doesn't know where": "Immortal Traces? Xianlai Peak?" In addition to this high mountain, there are several lonely mountains in Yunshen nowhere, with clouds and glow, each with its own intention.

Don't look at it, you know, there will be a high man living above. At the foot of the mountain, scattered and scattered, there are a few ruins. Among them, the villagers only have the art of strengthening the body, and there is no real cultivation in the body.

Relying on the Immortal Trail and Xianlai Peak, several different Dao realms are integrated. The sun sets, reflecting the slanting sun, and the beauty of the dusk and yellow.

From just one scene, Ding Feng can judge this immortal miracle Xianlai Peak, the deviant lord and very human: "Eight tones of immortal music, the road is loud." "From the foot of the mountain to the top of the steps, the Yuan Shen often resounds in the fairy road movement, the sound is like a clear spring, refreshing people's hearts.

Only by figuring out the avenue to reach a certain realm, this eight-tone fairy music will be natural, from the heart, to the most beautiful and wonderful. Before anyone has heard of it, hear it first, and that is the case.

Compared to the Emperor Zun who relied on Haotian's divine power to master the heavenly realm, this person's Taoism did not know where to go. Ding Feng was afraid that he understood a little why the deviant lord was unwilling to give in.

Guarding the clouds and seeing the moon, Ding Feng stopped all the way, lingering in the beautiful scenery, and the bright moon hung high. The melodious sound of the piano got closer, and Ding Feng vaguely saw the figure of the deviant lord under the moonlight: "I have seen the master of Xianfeng." ”

On the top of Xianfeng Mountain, there is no cave, stone bench, stone platform, stone bowl, all natural. The stone platforms are crisscrossed and carved with chessboards. One frowned and pondered, holding a cloud in one hand, stalemate in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time: "Alas, I often hear the news of the court, and I can die at night." If this is the case, the fool is afraid that he will not be able to turn a blind eye. ”

This meditative man, wrapped in a scholar's scarf, looks square. The spotless white clothes were stained with stains, and his face was full of sadness, and he suddenly explained: "Hey, okay." The guests came, and the game was put on hold for the time being. ”

And those who play chess with him are fan, holding the stringless pipa in his hand, and the sound of the piano is melodious. His eyes were closed, and although he was a man, he spoke a little femininely. He covered his mouth and smiled softly: "That's right, you can't keep the guests waiting for a long time." ”

When he saw the two for the first time, Ding Feng couldn't tell who was the master of Xianlai Peak. Although Ding Feng said hello, both of them were immersed in the game and could not reply.

A little mediocre, the one who was struggling with the chess game faced Ding Feng and snorted: "Fool, the master of 'deviant'." "Calm and calm, leisurely, without the slightest worry and anxiety, as if he was not afraid of the thirty-three days emperor.

Ding Feng did not reveal his true body, and he should show people with a holy posture: "I, a Buddhist practitioner." Out of all worlds, regardless of the origin. "Showing your identity, but not your intentions, secretly pondering.

With a categorical sound, the deviant lord laughed: "What a good one, regardless of the origin, the people in Wan Sakai are really extraordinary, no wonder the Emperor of Mantian will hold a joint cultivation event and see the world's talents." "The voice is heroic, but there is no scholarly temperament, but like a ruffian, full of ridicule and disdain.

The person who stroked the qin snickered: "If you hadn't given up back then, you would definitely have to be with those people now." "The sound of the piano is as melodious as ever, and it plays a song with the eight-tone fairy music, which is incomparable.

Then, the musician said leisurely: "Musician, avoid reverie, this is the master of Xianlai Peak." But for the time being, the boundary was leased to him. ”

Ding Feng originally thought that these two people might be friends who talked about everything, but now that they looked, the two were the relationship between the owner and the tenant: "Such a fairy resort, rented by others." The musician's open-mindedness is admirable, and it is no wonder that he can play the beautiful sound of the piano with a stringless instrument. ”

The deviant lord snorted: "He is a careful eye, I am in the three provinces of my day, and I can't wait to wipe all the mud on the ground." ”

The two are rough and delicate, and their images are very different. The deviant lord is covered with dirt and dirt, and he turns a blind eye. Avoid reverie, clean and spotless, in order not to stain the dirty also put a hand towel on the stone bench.

Obviously, the deviant lord is no match for jealousy and reverie, and jealousy is just saying: "There is an appointment first, if you are unwilling, you can move out." But I can't think of a place for you in these thirty-three days. ”

The deviant lord snorted and chirped, but did not dare to respond, looking at Zhi's satisfied reverie, and sighed unfortunately: "Alas, if I knew this, I would have been the emperor." Someone saddles up the front and back of the horse, so uncomfortable!"

The two of them sang together, which was very interesting, but Dante was not here to see this.

The deviant lord has a good degree of control, and his appearance is rough, but in fact he is delicate: "The guests are not here for us to sing, this imperial edict is exchanged for you." In order to show sincerity, Emperor Taichi's imperial edict was intact and handed over to Ding Feng.

"The Venerable Lord is a wonderful person, and even the power of Haotian is lightly given up. ”

To carry Haotian, that is, into the avenue. In the face of this temptation, any monk will struggle with one or two. Ding Feng was moved, and Li Xiaojian even snatched it.

The deviant lord had a blank face, and said flatly: "At the beginning, the fool was also a contradiction, and finally gave up. Now, I don't regret it. Rather than being controlled by the heavens, it is better to apostate!" "The emperor and the Great Dao of the Heavenly Realm are at stake, one is prosperous, and the other is lost. In a sense, it is indeed controlled by the Heavenly Dao.

Ding Feng originally wanted to get rid of it, if he was not helpless, he would definitely not think about this method: "If the insects damage the wall, the heavenly realm will definitely fall to the dust, I don't know what the emperor should look like at that time in the thirty-three days?"

Sooner or later, one day, thirty-three days will be completely connected to the world. If Haotian's divine power changes again, Emperor Zun may not be able to bear it, and he is in danger of falling.

The deviant lord deeply agreed, and his expression was downcast: "Isn't it? When the fool gives up, he kindly reminds him." But their eyes are covered with dust and their hearts are shackled, how can they still listen to persuasion? ”

"What's more, the heavenly realm is already connected to the ten thousand worlds. Your former Lord of the Immortal Court created the Immortal Realm, and its essence was the supreme heaven in the thirty-three days. Today's thirty-three days of emperors are also lacking. ”

The master of the immortal court created the immortal realm, went upstream, ascended to the highest heaven, and opened up thirty-three days from top to bottom. The significance of ascending to the Supreme Heaven is extraordinary, and the thirty-two emperors all hope to ascend to the Supreme Heaven, see the mountains at a glance, and become the real 33-day emperors.