Standing on the top of Mingzhu Peak, facing the Flying Fire Streamer Wall, Ling Xuanluo had a lot of thoughts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He missed Zhuyue, but he was also worried that if he saw Xi Mutong after entering the wall of light, he would get even more unfortunate news.

was full of sorrow, but Zhuyue seemed to appear in the dark, giving him courage, he finally stopped hesitating and jumped towards the True Dragon Peak.

"It refers to the seven layers of Heavenly Zen, once it is reached, it can be connected to the realm of the master and aunt. And this realm refers to the human realm, which is connected, and refers to meeting my aunt in the virtual realm of the streamer wall through the bridge of the heart. When I pass through, will I see my aunt immediately, or will I look around? In which scene in the world will I see her? Auntie, Xuanluo misses you, I haven't seen you since I went to Yunnan. Xuanluo has a belly to confide in you, I just beg you not to avoid me, you must wait for me ......"

The moment he jumped down, so many thoughts appeared in his mind, and at the same time, his cheeks, which were cold by the mountain wind, became hot, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate, giving birth to hot sweat, dripping from his forehead.

From the day Wan Yujue was practiced, the scene of the reunion with Xi Mutong had been sketched thousands of times in his heart, and now it will be realized once and again, but his complicated mood is by no means predictable by imagination in the past.

Mingzhu Peak and True Dragon Peak are far away, and after his feet leave the ground, he only fell for a few seconds, and he lightly pulled up a fairy bone and plunged straight into the glazed dazzling waterfall like lightning.

The night wind gusted, sending the faint fragrance of flowers from the Valley of Passions, he took a deep breath greedily, sucked the fragrance into his chest, and then closed his eyes tightly, allowing the dantian qi to rise, like a swimming dragon throughout the body, and let out a loud shout, and then opened his eyes, the wall of light was not far ahead.

Seeing that he was about to penetrate the mist, but for some reason, the whistling wind merged into a human voice, which was Xi Mutong's long-lost voice: "Xuanluo, eliminate distracting thoughts, and concentrate your thoughts on the wall of light as much as possible, remember!"

"Auntie, is that you, Auntie, talking to me?"

What passed by his ears was obviously the sound of the wind, but why did it transform into Xi Mutong's watery and singing voice? How could the aunt lying in the ice coffin know that he was here? Is this an illusion caused by high speed, or is it really from Xi Mutong's prompt?

He was shocked, and the female voice synthesized by the wind rose again, "Xuanluo, I set up this Flying Fire Streamer Wall, and I was looking forward to one day, when I could wait for the successor of Zhitian Zen to enter the Light Wall and communicate with me to jointly protect the human world, so I buried this guidance program." The program is activated by your mind, so you can hear my prompts. You have to do what I say, or you risk going off the rails and into another space and losing the chance to see me. ”

"What? No, Aunt Shizu, this must not happen! Please give me a hint, there is only one second left, I must not make a mistake!"

Cold sweat was like rain on his forehead, and he listened to the wind with all his attention, and then heard Xi Mutong say again: "Find the golden wheat field, and then enter the streamer wall, you can be led and see me--"

"Golden wheat field, Aunt has chosen a field as a place to connect?"

He was both curious and excited, curious about why Xi Mutong chose that location, and excited that he could indeed meet her.

At this moment, a golden wheat field flashed on the wall of light jumping in front of him.

The light mural is changing rapidly, and if he doesn't seize the moment, the wheat field will be fleeting. His eyes widened and he let out a roar of rage, plunging into the glare waterfall and passing through the wall of light.