Huang Yekui walked alone on the road to Meishan, the autumn time of the snow holy land is undoubtedly quiet and natural, although there are fallen leaves, the autumn is sad, but the rich fragrance from the exotic flowers and plants has dispelled many sorrows.

Rather than secretly rejoicing over an ordinary monk, on the contrary, the innate talent or ability to be human is to inflict harm on others through comparison, in order to satisfy one's own pride and thus to rejoice.

Nightflower has never felt much about it. If you judge whether a person is excellent through comparison, then the phoenix night flower who has never lost may not be able to find the joy of the past.

Yes, even at this moment, I don't feel anything, what is the meaning of life, and why I have survived so far, yes, I haven't thought about anything.

It's just that there is no death, so it just survives.

In a world full of the fragrance of flowers, the phoenix nightflower has always been moving forward silently. I don't realize the meaning of life at all, or only in the cracks of life, or the moment when I fall into the bottomless abyss. In order to perceive the slightest thread, that is also the so-called light.

Yes, that is the encounter with the two - Jiang Zixi and Yang Shihan.

That's really a dream, the person I'm looking forward to, let alone the two of them. It was so hard-won, it was enough to despair enough to make Huang Yehua feel extremely painful, and even the thought of death, to feel the meaning of life. Instinct drove him to find a glimmer of light when he lived.

Yes, the godless eyes of the nightflower stared at the flying leaves.

When you are on the verge of pain, despair, and even collapse, you can appreciate the meaning of life.

It was a painful experience that the living beings did not want to repeat again.

After all, Huang Yehua is just an ordinary person.

Even at this moment, he has become a real and veritable ordinary person. But I can't understand what pleasure is.

Probably, the night sunflower is just like this late autumn itself.

Death is the end of everything.

Huang Yekui walked here alone, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus and watching the maple leaves all over the sky.

The world itself is peaceful.

The wind is still the same, and everything is withering.

The stream flowed slowly.

Birds chirp with joy.

Huang Yehua thought.

This world is so boring, even if there are magnificent and bloody things, it has nothing to do with your own body, right? Even if there are ups and downs in a life without regrets, you don't look forward to it, right?

At the end of the day, others are others and oneself is oneself.

It is impossible for me to feel a little admiration and envy for the experience of others, even if there is a little bit of it at the moment, but it is just like the breeze blowing, fleeting.

What is there in this world that makes people hopeless, and where can they find hope?

Fate is born and dies, and fate rises and falls.

Huang Yehua vaguely heard the cicadas.

It was just a breeze blowing through the leaves.

After the summer cicadas chirp, there is only separation.

This sadness is the only thing that Huang Yekui can feel at the moment, and it is extremely painful.

Yes, the silence and withering of autumn can resonate with the nightflower, and for some reason, it seems that this sad and desperate thing can be heard by herself.

Just like this golden light fluttering in the sky.

You can clearly feel the emotions contained in each golden mang, the persistence and longing, the sigh and the joy.

The godless eyes of the yellow nightflower looked at the blue sky.

What is above the sky, wandering white clouds and soaring spirit birds?

That's how it should be.

The azure particles of frost and snow were swirling in the sky. Just like this golden glow flying in the sky. Confused with each other, under the clear sky, in the harmony of nature.

It was a sad azure frost and snow that came from the vast expanse of the sky.

Huang Yehua can clearly feel that there is something called despair contained in it.

Yes, it was azure frost and snow that symbolized despair.

Yes, it is a golden mang of longing that symbolizes hope.

Huang Yekui felt something.

The style is still the same.

Life and death are gone.

Huang Yehua gradually assimilated with the blue frost and snow of that day, and her body turned into a part that symbolized despair, and wanted to merge with the blue frost and snow of that day. Huang Yehua couldn't help but touch the despair, but it was Azure Frost and Snow that was too distant and dreamy.

Unreachable.

It was a beautiful scene in April, and it was impossible to tell whether it was catkins or poplar catkins.

It is like smoke and rain in the world, and the fog is hazy.

The godless eyes of the phoenix nightflower had the color of frost and snow, and the black silk instantly turned pale, turning into the color of frost and snow, and quickly falling like a waterfall.

The sad rhyme spreads rapidly. In an instant, the Falling Snow Holy Land was enveloped, and at the same time, the Azure Frost and Snow in the sky also expanded to the Falling Snow Holy Land, as if it was about to condense into substance.

The breath of late autumn suddenly accelerated.

Everything began to fall apart.

The breath of autumn is even more desolate.

The cool breeze blows, and everything is golden at the beginning.

The aura between heaven and earth is surging rapidly, and the accelerated loss of life is created.

A vast amount of pure spiritual power was raging.

The cultivation of the phoenix nightflower is rising steadily.

Until the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Unable to break through.

Azure Frost and Snow actually devoured the lost life, and it was like an ancient divine beast that was hungry and did not choose to eat. It was a torrent of destruction from the abyss of the most desperate abyss, a horror that threatened the continuation of life.

Huang Yehua knows.

What a terrifying thing that he released in the "Lethe River", but what does it have to do with himself?

When you put it out, you release it.

Fate is born and perished, and fate rises and falls.

Huang Yekui waved his hand.

The light of azure frost and snow suddenly dissipated, and so did the pale hair, which quickly faded into black hair.

Huang Yekui looked at the cultivation that had reached the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm here, and smiled with satisfaction.

is worthy of "Eternal Life", which is really domineering.

If it is "Feather Immortal Canon", I am afraid that I don't know how big my sea of suffering is.

It is worthy of being called the origin of all exercises.

It is claimed to be the only exercise that can reach the "immortal".

Sure enough, spicy chicken.

Huang Yekui's godless eyes stared at the sky.

A breeze blows through the slender hem of the monk's robe.

Stop for a long time.

Qingfeng walked on this path paved with bluestone slabs, to the man standing in front of him. Or rather, it was himself blocking his way, and he was forced to stop.

A person with no characteristics.

Qingfeng's impression of him is like this, he is an ordinary person with no good looks and no characteristics.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?"

The man in front of him spoke.

Neither conformist nor superior.

A very ordinary disciple.

Qingfeng frowned.

The man in front of him smiled, clearly just a faint smile, but it seemed to be natural, but his temperament in the dark was superior, as if he saw him uninhibited and proud to not take everything in his eyes.

Qing Feng didn't understand why he had such an illusion.

The wooden sword carried by the man in front of him should also be an ordinary wooden sword, which is an extremely rare style, and the defense is not excellent, and it is a problem to report it back.

Qingfeng said indifferently.

"Nightflower?"

The face of the man in front of him remained unchanged, and he still looked light, but he invisibly put a lot of pressure on Qing Feng, which was innate, suppressed from the soul.

Qing Feng frowned deeply, this strange feeling had never been heard of, Qing Feng only understood it as an illusion.

The man in front of him smiled and nodded.

"Yes, junior brother Huang Yehua. I don't know what to call Senior Brother?"

Qing Feng frowned deeply again, and his intuition told him that the guy in front of him was not easy to mess with, and under his smiling and calm appearance, it was a fierce flood beast hidden.

"Qingfeng. ”

Huang Yekui arched his hand.

"I don't know what Senior Brother Qing is looking for Senior Brother to do?"

Qingfeng put his doubts and worries behind him and went straight to the point.

"Senior Sister Jiang is like a bright moon in the sky, unreachable. It's so dazzling to be splendid. Qingfeng has never seen such an independent person, as if he has become a piece of the world. She is so beautiful that people look forward to it. ”

The man in front of him smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Senior Brother Qing. Senior Sister Jiang's beauty is not like that of ordinary people. The only one who can compete with Senior Sister Jiang is our Master Lin from Meishan. It's really a dream-like face. ”

Qingfeng nodded and said directly.

"I think my junior brother also understands that. What kind of demeanor will that kind of person be in the future, it must be stepping into the realm of sages, and that kind of glow is not something we can hope for......"

Qingfeng muttered, but for some reason, he felt a burst of heart palpitations. That feeling, Qing Feng understands, is the feeling of powerlessness and insignificance that the heart is being scratched by something.

Huang Yehua preached a little depressed.

"Then whose brilliance is comparable to Senior Sister Jiang? Senior Brother Holy Son? Or Senior Brother Luo Hao? It's not Senior Brother Xu Jinxi and Senior Brother Zhang Qiubei, right?"

Qing Feng's coercion as a major cultivator of the Bitter Sea Realm unconsciously spread, suppressing this piece of heaven and earth, and putting great pressure on the little cultivator of the Qi Cultivation Realm in front of him.

"That's not what we can imagine. ”

Huang Yehua smiled like a nobody.

"Senior Brother once occasionally heard that Senior Brother Holy Son showed his love to Senior Sister Jiang, but was rejected by Senior Sister Jiang. The disciple was puzzled about this. Senior Brother of the Holy Son should be the best disciple of my Falling Snow Holy Land...... Why did Senior Sister Jiang refuse?"

Qing Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Do you want to die?"

Huang Yekui laughed.

"What do you mean by that?"

Qing Feng's killing intent appeared and threatened.

"Don't forget that manpower is sometimes very fragile. ”

Huang Yehua shook her head and sighed.

"You're villains, but you're vulgar. ”

"Even if it's the Holy Son, oh, the Holy Son, ......"

Huang Yekui simply closed her eyes and said.

"You don't think about it, this autumn day. Isn't that too bleak?"

Qing Feng used his hand as a sword and swung it forward.

Because considering the cultivation of the other party's Qi Cultivation Realm, Qing Feng did not use all his strength, but the attack method with the aura was extremely tricky, that was the chest area, and it was also the area where there would not be the slightest danger when hit, but it would be painful and unbearable.

Qing Feng wanted to teach this disciple who didn't know where he came from, but he practiced a good hand. It's just that the other party is a disciple of Meishan after all, but he can't make a move in public. If he is pursued by Lin Shuying, there is no doubt that he will have no good fruit to eat.

Qingfeng thought so.

When the sword comes out with his hand, it is as fast as a dragon, and there is a chilling sound of breaking the air in the air.

Everything happened in an instant.

Qing Feng's eyes widened suddenly.

There is no familiar, tactile sensation that hits the body. It was as if it was striking in the air, without resistance, as if it were air.

Qing Feng's eyes were full of disbelief.

The reality in front of us is too far from common sense. This is a scene that should not be seen in cognition.

Why is this so?

How so?

What is this ability?

Never heard of it.

Qingfeng subconsciously fastened his hind legs.

Draw your sword and face it.

"You...... Who is it?"

"Spirits, doppelgangers?"

Huang Yekui scratched her head and sighed.

Looking at his chest, there was a chest condensed by azure frost and snow, and there was no flesh and bones. Instead, Azure Frost and Snow was squirming rapidly, and then quickly returned to its original state, and even the white repair clothes were repaired along with it.

Nightflower shook her head.

"You...... It's too weak. ”

"I'm not hard for you, you go. ”

"Tell the so-called Holy Son, thank me for the mercy of Huang Yehua, it can be regarded as his victory in heaven and earth and avoid death. Therefore, cherish life. ”

"After all, you are born with only one time. ”

As he spoke, Huang Yekui's body turned into azure frost and snow, and it dissipated on the spot.

Qing Feng couldn't believe it.

What's going on in front of you.

It's a surreal scene.

The man was left stunned in the cool breeze.