If life is like a play, then the song is composed by the heart, the sound is drunk with the widow, and the rhyme is self-evident. The wheel of history will not deviate because of personal grievances and hatreds. Just like at this moment, the afterglow of twilight is sprinkled on the earth, and a romantic man and woman should be played, but at this time, he is preoccupied.

"Feng Ming, no matter what you have been through, and who is behind you to help you, I hope you can stop for the time being, go back, don't cause endless trouble because of your willfulness for a while!" Yanan was nervous, her face was slightly red, and when Feng Ming helped, she had a belief in her heart that she must catch up with him and tell him these words.

"Will Mu Xiu be urged by Lin Feng?" Feng Ming smiled.

"Why do you have to do this if you know?" Yanan wondered.

"Sometimes the willfulness is due to impulsiveness, and sometimes the willfulness is deliberate!" Feng Ming hesitated a little and said in a low voice. He didn't want to put himself in the center of the storm, but the appearance of the Sky Slashing Sword and Midori really made him have no choice, it wouldn't be long before the people from Shangqing Dao arrived, so what was the use of hiding it!

Yanan stomped his feet, "Feng Ming, this girl is kind-hearted, do you know what it means if you really reach the top!"

Feng Ming said casually: "I really haven't thought about this, it's a big deal to be an enemy of the world, and the master is always lonely." ”

Yanan gritted his teeth, and persuaded him bitterly, but he didn't expect the other party to accept any favors, "You... I'm so angry, you self-righteous guy, you think your aunt and grandmother want to meddle with your business, you... Are you worthy of listening to Lan like this?"

Feng Ming spread his hands, "Chick, you care about me so much, shouldn't you fall in love with your buddy?"

"You... What nonsense are you talking about, I just said a few more words just by listening to Lan's face, you narcissist. Yanan's mouth opened and closed, her voice was as small as a mosquito ant, her heart was beating non-stop, she grabbed the corner of her clothes, nervous.

Feng Ming didn't expect that he casually made a joke, and the other party actually looked like this, "Ahem, Sister Yanan, it's not too early, I'm going to move on, take care!"

Feng Ming didn't wait for the other party to express his position, and had already walked quickly to the stage.

"Yanan, congratulations, you came here so quickly, I believe it won't be long before you can reach the top. Not long after Feng Ming left, Tinglan's figure appeared in front of Yanan, and there was a gentle man beside her, wearing a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.

"Tinglan, it's really you, I'm about to die, where have you been in the past six months?"

At the moment when Feng Ming stepped on the steps, he felt that he was trapped in an invisible cocoon, his mouth and nose were suffocated, his breathing was difficult, and a breath was squeezed from all directions, like the coercion of a strong man, this feeling was like the despair when he faced Lu Zhen at the beginning, Feng Ming was inexplicably afraid in his heart, and then looked at the stairs of Lingshan at this time, there was a kind of distance from the sun and the moon.

Feng Ming was sweating, feeling that he had underestimated the world's heroes, he took a deep breath, and used his spiritual power to resist this coercion, his breath was as continuous as the wind and the spiritual power was in the air, pervasive, and the coercion was not reduced, but became heavier and heavier.

Feng Ming's consciousness entered the sea of knowledge, and the dark clouds above the starry sky were thick, and an invisible net shrouded the four fields.

The golden text turned into a sharp blade and wanted to tear open the gap, but found that the giant net was like cotton wool, which would scatter when touched and gather when it was separated, giving people a feeling that they had no way to start. The golden text changed again, incarnated into a sky-swallowing giant beast and wanted to devour the big net, but unexpectedly, the invisible net also moved, defending like a golden city for thousands of miles, attacking like an army in ten thousand directions, seemingly fighting for nothing, but endlessly.

Even though Feng Ming's thoughts are changing rapidly, he can't help this uninvited guest. Just when he was helpless, he vaguely heard the sound of the piano, the tone was light and clear, the charm was unrestrained, whether it was the golden text or the invisible net, it was all affected by the sound of the piano, anything. Feng Ming only felt that his consciousness was sometimes as clear as blue and sometimes as vague as pulp with the sound of the piano, struggling in two different environments, this feeling was like suffocating in the water and helpless, and it was like suddenly breathing fresh air to let himself fly. With water on one side and air on the other, Feng Ming suddenly opened up, and his consciousness was immersed in the sound of the piano, unable to extricate himself.

"Yanan, is that person Feng Ming?" asked Lan happily.

"It's him, who else does such a ridiculous thing besides him, he doesn't have the ability to be strong, now it's good, everyone knows it. Yanan's gaze stayed on the man for a moment, "Except for Senior Brother Luo Yu, who can walk up to seven thousand eight hundred steps for the first time on the mountain, how can anyone in this world do it!" Yanan was a little worried in his heart, hoping that Luo Yu would not come for the seal this time.

Luo Yu smiled like a spring breeze, and seemed to enjoy Yanan's praise very much, "The road to Lingshan tests a monk's understanding and heart, if he understands the same way, he can go far, but if he wants to reach the top, it is a bit fantastical, I only barely passed the test eleven times back then, and this is still in the case of reduced difficulty again and again." Regardless of whether this young man succeeds or not, this courage alone is enough to be passed down through the ages. ”

Luo Yu's last sentence carried a strong sarcasm, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly as if he was disdainful, "Two junior sisters, you go up, the real test ahead, it is the Sanskrit sound array laid by the Zhenren himself." If you encounter discomfort, don't be relentless!"

Hearing Lan's solemn face, she glanced at Yanan, and the two daughters looked at each other and smiled, walking hand in hand.

Feng Ming's consciousness sank, all kinds of light flashed in his heart, and a cloud of light and shadow in the starry sky of Zhihai converged from all directions, these irregular starlights gathered more and more, and suddenly lightning and thunder in the starry sky, and a black long sword suddenly broke through the sky from the depths of the starry sky.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the black long sword came in an instant, staying above the light shadow. In the chaos, he suddenly stretched out his big hand, which had always been white and flawless, and grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword shadow flashed, the chaos scattered, and the figure of Feng Ming appeared in the starry sky of Zhihai, this time it was not just the arrival of consciousness, but a real body, or the body condensed by his powerful divine sense.

Feng Ming's long hair is like ink, his eyes are as bright as stars, and he is as bright as a lamp in the dark. He looked up at the starry sky above his head, and saw that in the depths of the starry sky, huge black holes exuded an eerie and terrifying aura.

"Is this my shackle?" Feng Ming muttered to himself.

He flew up, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and countless golden armor suddenly appeared in the black hole, spears were directed, and war horses neighed.

There was a sudden shaking on the spiritual mountain, and the monks who were still struggling to break through suddenly felt a light pressure on their bodies, and those disciples who were ready to give up were all overjoyed and took a distance forward.

"Master, what happened on the Lingshan Mountain, how happened to Feng Ming, and what would happen if he could really reach the top?" Yu Wei's series of questions made Forget Nian have a headache, and he regretted letting this disciple know too much.

"If he can really reach the top, then Tianqin will come out, and the world will be in chaos!"

Yu Wei hurriedly said, "Then should we stop him?"

"Everything is providential, even if Tianqin doesn't come out, won't the world be chaotic?" Now I just hope that this day will come later!"

Feng Ming snapped his fingers, and countless desolate ancient beasts appeared behind him, this was his world, how could he allow others to touch it.

The battle was about to break out, Feng Ming held the sword of the sky and drove straight in, and the giant beast behind him fanged Huohuo, and fought bravely with Feng Ming to kill the enemy. The golden armor army was neatly organized and in danger, with the chariot in front and the spear army in the rear, quickly assembled into a rectangular phalanx, responding from head to end, both offensive and defensive. Although the Sealed Behemoth Legion is extremely powerful, it has no rules, and they all enter alone, and they suffer heavy casualties for a while. Not to mention breaking through the golden armor defense, even its formation has not been disrupted.

After a battle, the Fengming Beast Army suffered heavy casualties, and the Golden Armor Army did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but returned to the vicinity of the black hole.

Feng Ming was in the void, recalling the scene just now, although his desolate beast legion was under his own command, but he could not wave his arms to defend the city for thousands of miles, and he would have an army in ten thousand directions. This is a battle of divine consciousness, if those golden armors do not withdraw their troops, their own sea of consciousness may have already fallen.

"This Spirit Mountain Circle is really terrifying, with my dual consciousness body, and now I have condensed the body of divine consciousness, I don't have the strength to fight, I really don't know how those guys who reached the top did it!" he sighed, feeling a little depressed, if he woke up at this time, he would find that not far in front of him was a cliff, on which a black guqin was placed, only the monks who could walk here for the first time could see this qin!

Time flies, half a month has passed, and more and more monks have come to Lingshan during this period, because of the existence of the inscription, the power of the Lingshan magic circle has been greatly weakened. Ying Qin, Xia Shuang, Xi Xiaozhen and others have successfully reached the top, and those monks who have been staying in the first half have also begun to be eager to prepare to challenge the top.

People came and went, Feng Ming seemed to have disappeared, and no one found his existence on this road.

The cold winter is approaching, the snowflakes fall lightly from the sky, and Lingshan is covered with a thick white veil. Two months have passed since Feng Ming set foot on Lingshan. And it just so happened that Tinglan succeeded in reaching the top for the third time at this time, this new generation of geniuses was born, breaking the record of the youngest set by Luo Yu, although the results were a little watery, but no one dared to underestimate this proud son of the sky. Even Luo Yu admired her, and her admiration was revealed. For a time, talented and beautiful people spread.

Xia Qiuchuan didn't expect that without Feng Ming's-stirring stick, another Luo Yu would emerge, and he was disheartened for a while, haunting the Spirit Mountain all day long, wanting to reach the top as soon as possible.

And Feng Ming has already become a joke and the object of ridicule before and after dinner. People who have disappeared for more than two months are probably already ashamed and find a deep mountain to hide.