The power of positivity.

Although the practice cannot last, it has the power to prolong life.

Ye Feng's body suddenly bloomed.

"If there is no reason to destroy, the heart has no beginning, if there is no cause, the kingdom is destroyed, and if there is no cause, the heart is tired and the name is gone......"

"The Book of Books" is a classic of the West Desert, and there is no talent," he said, and the Zen song sounded, and it came out of the palace, very mysterious, and there was a mysterious air conditioner moving.

It is an ancient secret that it can be called sacred art without healing, and there is mystery to take the world and make it a new place.

Ye Feng itself is a divine body, and then the divine healing, suddenly shows a variety of different images, accompanied by the chaotic green lotus, the immortal body king, the mountains and rivers appear, and the yin and yang life diagram meanders.

The golden body is not only magnificent, it has the dignity of the gods and also the unique power of the divine body.

An Miaoyi's eyes are very colorful, and she doesn't think that the maple leaf that night is not only flesh blind, but also high in terms of 'sex'.

"This is the so-called "world", and there is no difference between the world and the world.

At night, the maple tree was silent, the golden blood was even more vivid, it flooded him, his body was filled with light, his body was almost as transparent and clean as the seven colors.

He is trying to repair the source of life, and he wants to make the cracks in his path disappear, and he will never live.

"Bang"

Ye Feng's corpse was shocked, and blood gushed out, almost turning the entire palace into powder. If it weren't for a cutie, it would have been ruined.

It is the body that is sacred, incredibly powerful, and with the power of thunder in a moment of light, is hard to bear.

His mouth was stained with blood, and his first attempt to repair the source of life failed, even if it wasn't the wound left by the path without healing in the past.

"Come again!" she said.

At night, the maple tree stood motionless, as if sitting in a dusty ancient court, looking down, waiting for the dragon to come out.

His body became more and more tense, and even Ogilvy had to take a step back, he was shocked like an eternal furnace and could not get closer.

The high and mystical Zen song comes from his body, which is his "past me" and "way me", praying for this life for eternal life.

"Bang"

Ye Feng was shocked, bright red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth with a touch of golden "color".

The second time failed again, and the scars left on the road showed no signs of healing, which made him shiver for a while, and his body was a little dim.

Ye Feng opened his eyes and sighed: "This sacred art is endless, but he can't fight the path of the wound that makes him feel powerless to return. ”。

"Don't give up, do it twice, three or four times," he said.

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "It's too difficult to achieve this with his own blood, if it doesn't work, even if it doesn't work, I can't use it." ”

If an average person has to go through one operation to be cured, he can't do it again. He is a divine body, he does not have a double body, which is not done once or twice, but he cannot endure it if he continues to do so.

"Shakyamuni's disciples once said that Nipan's ancient warfare technique is the highest healing technique in the Western Desert, although this is only a major principle, it is also almost the ultimate in the world, and all wounds can be healed.

"Who is Shakyamuni?" Yun Feng wondered, but he also wanted to know everything.

"I don't know who he is," he said, shaking his head at the beauty of the city.

This Buddhist monk was originally a monk from the Western Desert, but later passed on the immorality of Buddhism, and later came to Dongdu and received a double practice renamed Miaoli.

A thousand years ago, Shakyamuni's disciples went to the sea to find the wilderness, and the eastern road was deserted, and they met a king who was willing to die, and because there were thousands of connections in the inheritance, they left a message.

"Do you know the history of Shakyamuni?" asked Nightwind.

"I know it's taboo in Buddhism, but I don't know what it is," she shook her head.

Ye Feng stood up.

A pair of elegant, elegant, graceful moonlight came into view, and it came into view, and it was the sky and the whole world that came into view.

"She and I have no choice but to make one last attempt, and if you can't survive, you're really sorry for me, little one. She walked softly and held out her hand.

In the palace, a beautiful piece of jade like silk was transparent and flawless in the moonlight, his whole body exuded a faint light, his hair was scattered with "chaos", and his face was as beautiful as a flower.

It's not a matter of the wind and the moon, it's a life-saving solution.

"Relax, little one!" she said.

In the face of such a heavenly beauty, it is impossible for a normal person to calm down without waves.

Ann Yihas white as ivory, colorful as a poisonous snake, in a rolling curve.

It didn't take long for the sound of Zen to sound and the palace was sacred and peaceful.

The moonlit night is as clean as water, and there is peace in the city of God.

The palace is amazing, it can't be covered by the sound of the road.

"It's a very important thing," he said.

While some speculated about what was going on, no one dared to bother, let alone say anything.

At midnight, the palace was quiet and harmonious, Ye Feng did not speak, and the double healing technique could not heal the scars left by the road, nor could it change anything.

He wrapped his beautiful hair in his fingers and thought quietly, "Is there a way to live?"?

The "medicine" of the ancient gods is the most precious thing in the world, and if it doesn't work, then human life will truly end.

However, it was difficult for Yinfeng to accept, couldn't even the king of the gods be sure that the "medicine" was absolutely ineffective?

Initially, he was ready to take risks for the King of God and Xiao Tingting, but now he himself is too "sexual" to die.

"This may be the last time we'll see each other," she said, sitting up, her hair falling like water, staring at Ye Feng.

"This isn't the last time we'll see each other," Ye Feng said solemnly, with a big smile on her face. "Believe me, I won't die, I'll live for years more to make the Holy Land quiet. ”

An Miaoyi got up and walked to the jade bed, standing at the window and looking at the bright moon.

"The other half of the pot is about to be born," he said.

"Do you need a body, a body, a celestial body?" Ye Feng asked.

"Don't go, don't ask why," Anmai said calmly, without looking back.

"Well, I won't," Ye Feng replied.

After a long time, she came back and looked at Ye Feng and said, "Go, little one." ”

"I'll live. Ye Feng sat up.

"It's time to go," Ms. Ahn said, helping him get dressed and moving slowly, gently.

"Well, to prove that I'm still alive in this world, every once in a while, you'll hear from me, and the land won't be quiet," Ye Feng said as he left.

The city was bustling, but Ye Feng would leave, but not immediately, because it was waiting for the Black Emperor.

In the next few days, he went into the city of God so that the younger generation was no longer afraid, and no one dared to say much, that the divine body was terrible.

He easily erased Wu Ziming and Li Zengtian, shocking everyone, for fear of getting into the dust, he was brutally killed.

As we all know, communion doesn't have much time, no scruples, and no one dares to have a bad start.

Even if all the saints avoided it, they were afraid that Ye Feng would challenge them at this time, it was not impossible, and the final madness would be to kill them, which was a great doom.

Even the little golden-winged king was quiet and rarely appeared, and it was said that he was going back to the middle of the eastern wilderness to join the old king.

The wind is also low-key, seems to quiet down immediately and is rarely seen.

In these last days of life, the night maple tree is so strong that no one dares to be brave. Saints and saints cannot avoid it. The younger generation is more considerate and silent, and I dare not say anything disrespectful.

Every time he showed up, the whole area would be quiet, completely different from a few days ago, and everyone would be depressed.

The black emperor returned, listless, frustrated, cursed, and said, "Damn, the purple mountain can't go in! Damn, what's going on?"

Goodbye, Shen Cheng!

Night Peak went to say goodbye to the last god king, and happened to see the King of the Wind and the King of White Cloth talking about it.

Chapter 423 Release the shackles

Chapter 423 Release the shackles

At night, the maple tree has a scar on its body, and it only has half a year to live at most, and even if the curse is broken, the younger generation is no longer a worthy goal to pursue.

The king of the last generation of gods sat on it, with white hair like snow and pale eyes, but his posture did not weaken, and he could not see what was happening to his body.

His body was so strong that he got rid of his old body and was full of vigor and vigor again, and this shell was stronger than before!

He sealed the remaining six golden fruits, because the laws of heaven and earth were the same, and they could no longer leave scars on the road.

"Bang!"

The night wind forced the small bronze coffin to rise, and you can imagine how powerful his god is at this time, surpassing the past.

Despite the difficulties, he shook as if he were carrying a mountain in motion, full of emotion, sweat and sweat, and golden blood wrapped around his body like a flame.

"When!"

When his small copper coffin was lowered, there was a lot of noise, and the coffin had suction and was back together.

"There are three kinds of fruits, I'm going to pick them all and heal the cracks in the road!"

However, in the next few days, Yinfeng saw the slave many times, and he didn't dare to go up the mountain for fear of being killed, so he waited for half a month and watched it twice at the same time.

"It seems that we can only carry the small bronze coffin up the mountain. ”

After nightfall, Maple made up his mind, and he carried the coffin up the hill step by step, and the broken bones rang, and every step fell, and the hard iron mountain collapsed into a large crack.

After climbing the sacred mountain, he saw a slave, a white-haired man, a beautiful woman, and an old man with a childlike heart.

Ye Feng advanced step by step, the three slaves stared at the bronze coffin, there was no action, he was evading and retreating, it seemed that he didn't want to get too close.

"Brush!"

In the end, they all jumped into the abyss and never reappeared, seemingly very proud of the bronze sarcophagus.

This is the first time Yinfeng has taken "medicine" from the coffin, but there is no other way to survive. There is a fruit like a small dice, which flows with rhyme and mist, and there are six.

The other flew away like a bird, like a sparrow, red as blood, and five of them.

The last fruit is also special, shaped like a small disc with eight scars on it.

"This. “

Night maple trees are considered strange, these sacred things are so special that no one likes them. They are all wonderful, dazzling and brilliant.

He succeeded in getting the fruit back and carrying the bronze coffin back. On the way down, he almost rolled down. The small bronze coffin was so heavy that his bones were almost broken.

In the next half month, the bronze ware was filled with the fragrance of the road, and all kinds of strange fruits bloomed brilliantly.

When he refined the red bird fruit, his body seemed to be dancing with the Suzaku, there was a phoenix chirping, the incomplete road map was flowing, every inch of flesh and blood was shaking, and the blood was constantly renewed.

As Ding was refining the fruit, the bones shattered a few inches and then put them back together, leaving the new, broken road map first with scars on his body and finally falling into the scars on the road.

When the holy fruit is refined with the Bagua Scar, the eight lines will form the Bagua and surrounded by him, a mysterious road map appears, drowning him.

Over the past twenty days, Ye Feng's flesh and bones had been born again and again, and despite the nine ancient words he had carved into his body, he had almost become smaller.

A change in a new body makes the body very strong and lifts its feet, and it seems that it can break the world.

Chapter 435 Rehabilitation and Breakthrough

Chapter 435 Rehabilitation and Breakthrough

Zhu Jingguo, the T-shaped fruit, and the eight apples are all simple, colorful and dazzling, and the road map that has been refined into a mutilated one is also mysterious, and it is constantly engraved on his body.

On the outer body of Ye Feng, the little bamboo bird as red as blood is dancing, and the simple and natural little ding is rising and falling, spinning deeply, which is very strange.

The "medicinal herb" is so powerful, if he doesn't write nine ancient words on it, he will most likely become a child, and if he is still as young as Xiao Nan, he will be very happy.

The bones on the copper sarcophagus are broken and the skin is dry.

In the past half month, Kaede Night has truly changed its bones, but it is an inhuman torture, his body has split, all his organs are like the voice of heaven, and every inch of bone has been broken and reorganized.

He ate two of the last three fruits, and after nearly 20 days of sealing, he absorbed the "medicinal" effect of six nuts.

At this time, his body was clean, his body was almost transparent, the "liquid" in the bright red blood shone with a golden light, and there was a golden light flowing.

Ye Feng stood up, crushed in the emptiness, the space collapsed, his body was pure and flawless, his body flowing like an immortal god on the altar.

At this time, he felt that the flesh was like God, and if those people didn't use their terrible powers, they would only fight him with the flesh, and he would!

You know, there's a lot of heaven and earth in these two areas, but his flesh shell is more powerful and astounding, so to speak.

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