The two people, who were obviously not very sober, glanced at each other, and then a spirit was awakened in an instant.

"Let's go out and have a look."

The two of them had a clear goal and set off towards the location where Yanhua was.

Their idea is very simple, no matter what happens, they must first protect Yanhua, who has not recovered from his serious injuries.

However, the two people who saw Yanhua's current situation were stunned.

The phantom sound piano that directly caused Yanhua to become what it is now, was floating next to Yanhua.

Although Yanhua is still in a state of closed eyes, it can be seen that he is not the same as before. The complexion is ruddy and the aura is powerful. It looks like the smoke that Yu Qiong and the wine master are familiar with.

The two of them saw the phantom piano, and then at the smoke that was sitting next to the phantom piano but frowned. The two of them glanced at each other, then gritted their teeth and rushed towards Yanhua's position.

But no matter how hard they tried, even if they took out their weapons to attack, they couldn't get two steps closer to Yanhua. This made Yu Qiong and Jiu Ye more and more worried, always thinking that something might happen between Phantom Piano and Yanhua, and whether Yanhua could survive this crisis...

I'm afraid the key is in the phantom piano.

The monk's instincts were all caught off guard, but the accuracy was extremely high.

Because of this, the two of them were even more worried, and after discussing it, the two decided that before Yanhua woke up, they would stay here directly and not leave.

Either directly see Yanhua's new life, or, see him die with your own eyes.

And all this, Yanhua didn't know at all, vaguely, he could perceive a little, but he didn't know. He knew that the two people not far from him were his only two and two best friends.

The two of them looked like they were worried about him.

And next to him, there was a very powerful energy fluctuation. In Yanhua's perception, this thing was completely a mass of energy with an extremely high concentration, very stable, right next to him. But for some reason, he always felt that there was an inexplicable connection between this mass of energy and him.

Seem...

"Ahh

Suddenly, this group of energy bodies rushed directly into his dantian. Although there are no more demon spirits in his dantian, it is already empty. But no matter what, the dantian is still a vulnerable place for monks.

The out-of-body smoke of pain eerily calmed down, and he thought of a question in a trance...

The position of each monk's dantian is set by himself, and no one else will know it except for the monk himself. His dantian is naturally like this, but this energy body can actually rush directly to his dantian position, which...

In pain, Yanhua was already in such pain that he forgot the mess in his mind just now, and he had to concentrate on fighting against the energy that suddenly appeared in his body. To the muscles and veins in his body, these energies were like a field after a drought, and a hearty rain suddenly fell.

The veins that had been hungry and thirsty for a long time were simply hungry to absorb the wisps of energy emitted by this energy body, and it seemed that nothing should go wrong. But Yanhua was still engrossed in staring at all the corners of his body, not letting go of even a little bit of position.

In the monk's body, if the energy goes the wrong way, it is very dangerous. Monks who cultivate immortals should pay more attention to these than monks who cultivate demons. Because in this interface of theirs, their Heavenly Dao rules are probably relatively rogue, and many times they are relatively friendly to all monks, but for monks who cultivate demons, it will always be relatively lenient, and for monks who cultivate immortals, it will be much stricter.

However, this is only in the process of cultivation, but it is very fair when experiencing the thunder tribulation, and the less evil obstacles there are, whether it is cultivating immortals or cultivating demons, the fewer or lighter the lightning strikes. If they have the merit they have obtained through the regular means, then the thunder tribulation may only be the level of a drizzle and let them go.

If you are a monk who cultivates to be relatively powerful, you may have a good clothes after experiencing this kind of thunderstorm.

Yanhua gradually immersed himself in the pleasure brought by this cultivation.

He was originally a leader in the world, and he had already gone through the path of cultivation once. For him, there are no obstacles on the way.

When he was completely immersed in it, it was as if he sensed a vague voice. The voice sounded like a milk doll, sweet and greasy, with a milky taste.

"You're coming to play with me~"

"Come on, I'll be waiting for you here!"

Sentence after sentence sounded in Yanhua's mind, under normal circumstances, Yanhua was probably ready to fight, but this time, Yanhua was like he had fallen into an evil spirit, that is, he thought from the bottom of his heart that this voice had no ill will towards him, and he wanted to find a way to play with the owner of this voice.

It's been a tough journey.

Although the monks have reached the level of Yanhua, their souls are already very powerful, but Yanhua has been weak for so long after all, just like an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, it is naturally different from ordinary monks.

Yanhua "walked" through every corner of his muscles, as if he was in a labyrinth, walked countless forks in the road, and finally arrived at his destination - his dantian.

It was only at this time that he realized that the voice he heard came from the mass of energy that suddenly broke into his dantian.

It's just that...

Yanhua looked at this mass of energy and frowned.

Why does the shape of this mass of energy look so familiar? It's like I've seen it somewhere...

As if seeing him, this mass of energy fell from the "mid-air" and directly put himself in Yanhua's hands.

"You're coming to play with me!"

The voice sounded in his hands.

Yanhua's face froze, and then quickly returned to his previous appearance.

"Well, I'm here to play with you."

He smiled and said to the energy body in his hand, or the phantom piano.

After getting Yanhua's affirmative reply, he only heard a cheer from the child, and then a milky white mist came out of the phantom piano, and under Yanhua's gaze, he rubbed himself and kneaded it into a chubby and fluffy little doll.

The little doll opened its eyes when it appeared in mid-air and looked around in confusion. The big eyes were full of confusion, the water vapor condensed, and the tears gathered in his eyes, looking like they couldn't fall.

"I'm here."

Yanhua didn't know what was going on with her, maybe she couldn't bear to see this milk doll's confused appearance, so she took the initiative to open her mouth.

The milk doll's eyes lit up suddenly when she heard Yanhua's voice, and she found Yanhua in the direction from which the sound came.

So Yanhua saw the milk doll cheer, and then rushed into his arms like a small cannonball.

Rubbing the child in his arms, Yanhua smiled, and it was really soft.

The child doesn't look big, it's fleshy everywhere, and it's cute. A pair of eyes are like grapes, and they are watery.

Probably because the child is more well-behaved and coaxed, Yanhua didn't toss much, so he played with the child for a while, and the child shouted that he was tired and threw himself into Yanhua's arms.

Yanhua hugged the child stiffly, and tried to put the child to sleep not very skillfully.

"Thank you..."

"I'm really happy..."

The child was sleepy and dazed in Yanhua's arms, with a sweet smile on his face. He struggled to get up from Yanhua's arms and said in Yanhua's ear.

"I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep..."

"I'm going to find him..."

The child's words were a little strange, and Yanhua felt a little inexplicably sour in her heart, so she wanted to ask the child. But looking at the child's sleepy and confused appearance, Yanhua couldn't bear it, thinking that he would wait until the child woke up and then ask, and the movements in his hand kept gently patting the child's back, the movements were gentle and the rhythm was soothing.

The child soon fell asleep.

Yanhua looked at the child and showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

But he didn't expect that this would be the first and last time he saw the child.

The child was in his arms, and it turned into milky white smoke again. But the smoke did not return to the piano, but wrapped it in it. It looks like a milky white cocoon, giving people the feeling that something will break out of the cocoon in the next second.

The only witness, however, was to look at the milky white mist wrapped in the phantom piano in amazement, just like looking at the chubby, flimpy milk doll.

In a trance, Yanhua understood.

That doll will never come back.

The phantom piano of the past no longer exists after all.

When the phantom piano breaks out of the cocoon, it is the time when the phantom piano has completely ended.

I can't get out, and there's nothing else to do.

Yanhua sat next to the phantom piano and looked at the piano.

The milky white mist on it was like wisps, and the wisps of it were wrapped around the phantom piano. Every minute and every second, wisps of broken mist would leave the phantom piano and float towards his veins, absorbed by his veins.

The veins that have absorbed the mist slowly begin to become different from the veins that have not absorbed the mist. The veins that have absorbed the mist are stronger, more flexible, and wider.

Just like a widened road, the same car is always more comfortable to drive on a wider and smoother road. The same is true of cultivation. Wider and more resilient veins are naturally better.

Time passed silently.

Now Yanhua has become completely Buddhist. For him now, time has no concept. The speed at which the phantom piano broke through the cocoon was terrifyingly slow, but there was no way for him to get out of here.

Yanhua could only watch the mist wrap around the phantom piano every day, then break and then float away.

It's just that all the fog will circle around him before it drifts away, just like that lively and cute milk doll waving its chubby little hands to comfort him.