The soul that Ding Feng begged from the Hades King is, of course, his parents in this life and this life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoDing Feng practiced, and what he cultivated was a matter of please! With mana, he naturally had to do whatever he wanted. The three tribulations of mana, although they have not yet had the ability to recreate a living body, there is no doubt about helping their two elders to be reincarnated and born in a rich and noble family.

In this way, it is also counted to break the dust and find a good way out for the second elder. Within the Little Chaos Bell, there are many royal nobles. Ding Feng shook his body and came to the small thousand realms, on top of an imperial city that had not yet been cast. In the imperial city, it is not difficult to find two women who are in labor. Ding Feng threw the souls of his parents into the talisman of life and death, and was guided by the talisman, and immediately the cries of two women came from the palace.

It didn't take long for two babies to cry, and Ding Feng heard it, so he left the place.

After doing everything, Ding Fengfu returned to the sect again. Of course, what he did couldn't hide from Luo Zhenjun, Luo Zhenjun summoned him and asked, "Has the matter of the bitter world ever ended?"

Ding Feng groaned slightly, and said bluntly: "The disciple still has a disciple......

Luo Zhenjun directly interrupted Ding Feng: "Everything has to be done by you, the master, you just practice for her." In short, Luo Zhenjun blocked him back with a word. Ding Feng always felt a little guilty about Qingping'er, because he had a share of the things back then, and he did care a lot for this disciple, with Ding Feng's plain temperament.

Luo Zhenjun is to let Ding Feng survive the three tribulations as soon as possible and prepare for the real catastrophe in the future. He was insightful and had already anticipated something: "Your calamity is far more than that, the fairy world is a line, it is better to do it as soon as possible." ”

Ding Feng no longer hesitated, and nodded yes. Luo Zhenjun didn't say much, he didn't know what magic method he used, and put one hand on Ding Feng's shoulder. Ding Feng blinked, and the scenery around him was very different. On the shore of the green mountains and green water lake, the old man in the cloth sang and supported the boat on the river. Luo Zhenjun and Ding Feng stood on the shore, and the green hills like ink paintings were lush and green, picturesque, hazy and smoky, and there was an indescribable atmosphere.

The spring water tinkling, the old man in the cloth sang loudly, the mountains echoed, and the river water was green against the clouds in the sky. The old man is also extraordinary, every time he holds the boat, the lake is not shocked, there is no ripple, the boat seems to be fast and slow, there is a special rhythm, as if it is one with the mountains and rivers. Just seeing this scene, there is a sense of refreshment, and a clear stream that cleanses the soul flows slowly.

Ding Feng couldn't help but take a long breath, this breath washed away all kinds of mundane constraints, and gained great freedom and detachment. Even his whole person has become brand new, and his mood has changed: "Immortal World?" is like an ink painting, without any abruptness, and the surrounding scenery is perfectly blended. In Ding Feng's opinion, what else can this be if it is not the fairy world?

Luo Zhenjun looked at Ding Feng and asked, "What do you see?"

Ding Feng said honestly: "The mountains, the water, the riverbank, the old man who holds the boat." The words were dull, because Ding Feng's mood had changed, for fear that his words and deeds would destroy the harmony scene.

Luo Zhenjun still likes to pretend to be mysterious, but this is the style of the masters, so he ordered: "You go and call the old man who supports the boat to come and take us across the river." ”

Ding Feng wondered in his heart, didn't they fly across the river? However, Ding Feng thought that the river was like a mirror, and he couldn't bear to destroy the tranquility, so he gently beckoned to the old man: "Old man, I went to the shore with my master and intended to cross the river, so it would be convenient for the old man?"

The old man who sang loudly rowed slowly, and the boat came to the shore, Ding Feng saw the old man's face clearly, and his spirit was strong, and it could be seen from Fang Cai's singing that he was full of energy, and his hands were steady, holding the oars: "Young man, the little old man has been holding the boat here for a long time, you are the third person I have ever seen, this is also some kind of fate, come on the boat." ”

Ding Feng saw that the old man didn't have any mana, and he might be some kind of hidden figure, and his immortal power was unfathomable. However, it is difficult to say that the mana is profound, and he can hide from Ding Feng, but he can hide from Luo Zhenjun, which is a little difficult.

"Master, please. ”

Ding Feng said respectfully, but Luo Zhenjun said, "No, you go ahead, I'll follow you." ”

Ding Feng felt puzzled again, after Luo Zhenjun arrived here, he acted in a very strange way. When he saw the old man holding the boat, he didn't say hello, and he didn't even look at it. The old man who supported the boat glanced at Luo Zhenjun a few times, got on the boat, shook the oars, and walked leisurely. The light boat happened to be for three people to settle down, and one more would be a bit of a hindrance.

The old man who supported the boat began to sing again: "Where we meet, if you are not an immortal, you will sit and talk about "Huang Ting". A few words, so that the old man is like a fairy-like character, Ding Feng is immersed in the song, secretly chanted a few words, only to feel suddenly enlightened, and the general relief of the depression in the chest, open up doubts.

On both sides of the long river, the old man held the boat, and soon came to the shore. Ding Feng and Luo Zhenjun got off the boat, and the fog gradually rose on the river, and the old man immediately disappeared on the river. The boat left, and Luo Zhenjun Fang and Ding Feng explained: "The scene in my eyes is completely different from yours, and I have never seen the old man you mentioned. The magic of the fairy world doesn't stop there, this is all the means of the first ancestor. ”

Ding Feng suddenly felt that the secret fairy world was mysterious, the so-called relationship was born from the heart, and the scene in his eyes was the same, but he didn't know what Luo Zhenjun saw. In short, the two of them walked through the mountains, hiking over the mountains and mountains, and saw a palace hidden among the colorful clouds, carved railings and jade bricks, bright light, stars embellished, the sun and the moon shine together, the plaque is hung high, the silver hook iron painting, the book Miluo, the auspicious light is colorful, heavy and steep, more than the sky.

The purple qi is thousands, no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it is difficult to describe it, and everything in the world cannot create an identical palace. It is by no means a skilled craftsman who can carve, only the mystery of the Tao can be cast.

Clouds were born under Luo Zhenjun's feet, and the ten thousand talismans formed clouds, and he went up to the outside of Miluo Palace with him. Of course, they were not allowed to enter the Miluo Palace, but they gathered with many people from the Dao Sect outside. Outside the Miluo Palace, all the immortals gathered, and most of them carried a disciple by their side. Some of the disciples are alone, and some of them talk to each other and are already familiar with each other.

Ding Feng looked at the faces one by one, so he didn't move, and meditated cross-legged next to Luo Zhenjun. The vitality of the fairy world is endless. And they are very close to Miluo Palace, and there are still wisps of fairy energy. One day is equivalent to a year's practice in the outside world. Not only Ding Feng is like this, but there are also many people who are also ordinary, and they should meditate and refine their qi and exhale their vitality. Others, take out magic weapons and secretly collect the vitality of the fairy world.

The fairy world is not a good hall, and people can enter and exit freely. Ding Feng and all the disciples were stained with the light of the palm sect, so they had the opportunity to enter the immortal realm before the primordial gods. Why don't you take this opportunity to refine your vitality and improve your cultivation.