In the sound of the piano, Ye Futian's spiritual power melted into the falling snow and into the Tianshan Mountains, as if his spiritual power was everywhere.

At this moment, Ye Futian had a wonderful feeling, as if his perception of everything in heaven and earth was clearer, and the movements in his hands stopped, and he did not play the piano music again.

With his eyes closed, he felt this artistic conception, the feeling of spiritual power integrating into heaven and earth, and as soon as his mind moved, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth resonated with the spiritual power, as if his spiritual thoughts were originally part of heaven and earth.

"Heavenly position. ”

Ye Futian opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, in the process of playing the piano music, his spiritual power naturally broke through the shackles of the realm and stepped into the heavenly level, everything seemed to come naturally, and he did not deliberately practice or impact the realm.

The cultivation world also calls the heavenly position the combination of man and heaven, the idea is accessible, the heaven and man are one, it is for the heavenly position, the person who cultivates both martial arts, and the mage can break through the realm, and can also help the martial arts break through the realm.

Thinking of this, Ye Futian temporarily stopped playing, and since he had reached this point, he naturally had to go all out and completely enter the heavenly level with his strength.

He began to practice boxing, and between his gestures, the atmosphere was majestic, and between the opening and closing of his fists, the surrounding space was shaken, and the snowflakes of the drifting snow were shattered, and soon, an invisible aura was formed around Ye Futian's body.

In the snow, Ye Futian's body occasionally has the sound of an ape roaring and a dragon's groan, his fist is like a dragon, his strength is like an ape, and his body is like Peng, and his body is faintly flowing with the temperament of an emperor, just like a young emperor.

Gradually, he was immersed in it, the power of each punch became stronger, the invisible aura resonated with the surrounding heaven and earth, and an invisible light curtain faintly appeared, and the space he was in turned into a vacuum, and snowflakes flew outside this space.

Finally, with the sound of a dragon groan, Ye Futian punched out, the space shook, a terrifying ape shadow appeared, and Jin Peng spread his wings and transformed, this random punch seemed to pierce the void and blasted into the distance, and the void shook where it passed.

Ye Futian retracted his fist, took a deep breath, and a powerful aura flowed on his body, and the aura of various attributes between heaven and earth seemed to circulate around his body, turning into a bright light curtain, flowing on him like water waves, and then gradually dissipating.

"Huh......" Ye Futian exhaled a breath of turbidity, whether it was a mage or a martial arts realm, they all entered the heavenly position.

Practicing qin music on the Tianshan Mountain, unconsciously, his spiritual power has recovered to its peak, and now it has even broken through the realm, which is really amazing.

Looking down at the rest of his life, this guy doesn't know when he will wake up, the artistic conception on this Tianshan Mountain is very suitable for comprehension and cultivation, and it fits heaven and earth, especially when he plays the piano music, the top of the entire Tianshan Mountain is filled with endless aura.

The body sat beside Yu Sheng again, and in the snow, the soul of the qin appeared, and the sound of the qin played again on the Tianshan Mountain.

That wonderful feeling appeared again, it seemed that because of the breakthrough of the realm, it became clearer, and he felt that his spiritual will was accompanied by the sound of the piano into the endless aura, integrated into the endless aura that fell down, and became one with it, his spiritual will seemed to be everywhere, falling down with the snowflakes.

At the top of the mountain, the Buddha is still insisting on stepping, his eyes are half Buddha and half evil, as if he is struggling, he can't hear the sound of the piano, every step is extremely difficult, but he still continues.

At this time, the Buddha's brows were slightly furrowed, and a bright Buddha light flashed in his eyes, as if he had opened the eyes of the sky, he saw the aura flying down from the sky, the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and the falling snowflakes, as if transformed by endless aura, and even, he felt an invisible spiritual power.

"Who?" said a voice from the Buddha's mouth.

There was silence in the void, there was no sound, and the Buddha's eyes flashed, could it be because he was too tired from the mountaineering to have an illusion of exhaustion?

At this moment, the aura above his head frantically gathered, the endless ice and snow instantly condensed into one, turning into an iceberg, the Buddha's expression changed suddenly, the next moment, he heard a rumbling sound coming out, the iceberg came down with infinite pressure, straight to his body, when he climbed the mountain, it was like carrying the pressure of the Tianshan Mountain, and now another strong pressure came, you can imagine what kind of pressure he was under.

He shouted, spit out Sanskrit sounds in his mouth, and the words appeared, and the Buddha's light was bright, as if it was about to be interwoven into a spell, but at this time, an invisible artistic conception came, and all the aura between heaven and earth seemed to be still, fluttering little by little, and the spell could not be condensed and formed.

"How can this be?" The Buddha's eyes showed a different color, and his Dharma eyes saw that the aura between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, flowing slowly, drooping towards the Tianshan Mountain, but it was not controlled by his spiritual power, but the terrible iceberg had already descended, he shouted angrily, the physical power exploded, the Buddha's light was bright, and he raised his hand to blast out a strong Buddha Gate Dharma seal.

"Bang!"

The Buddha's body was directly suppressed, and he rolled down the mountain road, snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face was extremely ugly, who was dealing with him?

Only three people walked in front of him before, Ye Futian, Yu Sheng and Hua Qingqing, who are they?

If it were them, why would they be able to borrow the aura of the Tianshan Mountains?

Just as he was thinking, the ice storm swept out towards him, he shivered, stood up and ran quickly down the mountain road, not even knowing who the opponent was, fighting in this environment had no chance of winning at all, so he could only flee.

However, as he ran, the snowflakes floating around his body seemed to move, and the wind howled, swept out towards his body, and above the void, one after another extremely sharp golden blades stabbed him, which was to kill him.

The Buddha's body jumped suddenly, and he walked in the air, but he did not go up, but ran backwards towards the bottom of the mountain and fled at a very fast speed.

The pressure on the Tianshan Mountains is from the top down, so when he flees downward, not only will his speed not be affected, but may even be faster.

The sharp blade stabbed him, and the Buddha's legs slammed into the air, turning into huge golden footprints, with a loud bang, the blade exploded, the footprints shattered, and the Buddha continued to run away with the help of that momentum, and he gradually felt that the snowflakes around him returned to normal, and then stopped.

The Buddha turned his head, staring at the sky above the Tianshan Mountain, his face was extremely ugly, who did it to him?

Just when he was angry, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth moved again, his face changed suddenly, and when he turned around, he turned into a golden streamer and headed down the mountain, without stopping.

On the Tianshan Mountain, Ye Futian, who was playing the qin music, had a little coldness on his face, naturally he was attacking the Buddha, but he was using the power of the qin music to control the aura of the Tianshan Mountain.

However, his perception did not spread to the entire Tianshan Mountain, but was blending little by little, and he faintly felt that with the help of the qin song, he was able to communicate the meaning of the two emperors remaining on the Tianshan Mountain, so as to control the entire Tianshan Mountain.

Time passed little by little, more and more people went up and down the Tianshan Mountain, and Ye Futian's perception range became stronger and stronger, gradually, in his perception, he was able to see the Dharma Bell clearly, and the invisible golden bell covered the entire Tianshan Mountain, as if it was integrated with the Tianshan Mountain and suppressed here.

Similarly, Ye Futian also sensed the terrifying evil aura, and he saw the demon bird.

The huge demon bird phantom occupies the entire Tianshan Mountain, from the bottom to the top, and the Dharma Bell is just-for-tat, giving Ye Futian the feeling that it is like a huge demon bird figure like the Tianshan Mountain, in the Tianshan Mountain, buried by the Tianshan Mountain, and suppressed by the Dharma Bell.

Ye Futian naturally understood that this was not a real demon bird, but also a demon bird that was transformed by his will after death and integrated into the Tianshan Mountains.

What shocked Ye Futian even more was that the head of this huge demon bird phantom was close to the top of the mountain, at his feet.

"Little eagle. ”

When Ye Futian sensed the mystery of the Tianshan Mountain, he saw the little eagle, just below the head of the demon bird, with a terrifying demonic intent on his body, as if he was about to completely fall and turn into a demon bird.

He saw a narrow passage leading from the top of the Tianshan Mountains to the Tianshan Mountains, from which the Black Wind Eagle seemed to enter the Tianshan Mountains, which were now covered in snowflakes.

An invisible storm directly penetrated that passage, and the falling aura led to it, Ye Futian's will directly penetrated the Tianshan Mountain and went inward, and an extremely terrifying evil intent appeared in Ye Futian's perception, the more inward, the stronger this evil thought became.

Finally, Ye Futian's will descended in front of the demon bird, and at this moment, Ye Futian only felt that the evil thoughts were monstrous, and he wanted to devour his spiritual will.

"Little eagle. Ye Futian opened his mouth and shouted, and the endless demonic aura shrouded the Black Wind Eagle, and it gave birth to a pair of terrifying demon wings, as if it was about to turn into a demon Peng.

Looking back, the eyes of the Black Wind Eagle were extremely bewitching, not at all like the eyes of the Black Wind Eagle, the cold and ruthless evil gaze stared ahead, and it seemed to be able to sense Ye Futian's existence.

"Boom. A terrifying dark air flow swept out directly towards the front, drowning everything, instantly engulfing Ye Futian's descending spiritual will.

On the Tianshan Mountain, Ye Futian, who was playing the piano music, snorted, his face was pale, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, being interrupted alive.

Ye Futian stood up, only to see him raise his footsteps, walked to a place on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, the footsteps shattered the snow, the passage appeared, Ye Futian stood above the passage, glanced inside, the soul of the piano appeared, the sound of the piano sounded again, resonating with heaven and earth, leading the meaning of the Tianshan Mountain into itself, the endless aura fell down, towards the channel, and then Ye Futian stepped forward, and his body fell towards the channel.

The sound of the piano was long, Ye Futian held the soul of the piano in his arms, and went directly towards the place where the black wind eagle was, and soon descended in front of the other party, and the incomparably terrifying demonic intent enveloped him, and in front of him, was the incomparably huge demon bird phantom!