Fang Tuoye knew that the calculation was wrong, and he had no way of knowing what was going on, but at least he could judge from it that Dole's identity could not be calculated.

Suddenly, Fang Tuoye felt a burst of fear, and his body was cold, followed by an extremely strong killing intent.

Li Ya, who caressed her heartache with one hand and was almost devastated, raised her head gently, looking at the depths of the tomb, her eyes were complicated, some were surprised, some were happy, some were stunned, some were puzzled, and more were confused.

"Sure enough, it's you."

This whisper in her heart is only she can hear.

Bursting out of a thousand kinds of wonderful power, the whole body of the shining pillar of qi is like a jade dragon driving straight in, like a bamboo, in one fell swoop to break through the weakest point of this prohibition, in front of the invisible space cracked a gap that is also true and illusory, Dor's and Xianluo's figures flashed, and arrived at the opposite side at the same moment, the two looked at each other and smiled, and closed their mouths very tacitly.

At this time, Xiao Yan, who happened to rush in from the gap to chase and beat the little monk to no avail, saw this scene, his face was swept away with depression, he squeezed his eyebrows at Doer, quacked and laughed, and teased: "Doer, it's good." So soon..., hehe, you know. There is a little bit of my demeanor back then, tsk, good, good, children can be taught. ”

Xiao Yan, who has no taboos and no taboos, originally thought that he could see a beautiful and shy picture, but Xianluo's flawless face was only smiling shallowly, and his expression was as usual, and he did not show half a shy demeanor because of Shicai's explicit words.

"Xiao Nizi is thin-skinned and pretends to be calm, how can I not see it with a veteran of the love field? We have to continue to work harder, and when this good thing is promoted, we have to ask Dole for a big red envelope, so we are also the matchmaker, aren't we? Xiao Yanshui's big eyes turned straight and wide, flashing with a bright light, and his eyebrows fluttered.

Whether Xianluo is pretending to be calm. Only she knows.

Dorr glared at Xiao Yan, who had a ghostly look in his eyes, and just wanted to use his mind to let him say less such words that would make the atmosphere embarrassing, but he suddenly found that a magical power he had laid before was destroyed, and his expression was suddenly stunned, and his face became solemn. Shen Sheng said to everyone: "They have already chased after them." Immortal fall, clean dust, no longer need to arrange prohibitions, it is enough. Now it's still up to me to break the ban, Xiao Yan calculates, and you are responsible for blocking the ban's attack. ”

The three of them nodded in unison, without any objections.

As for Feng Huafeng, who was sacrificed by Xiao Yan in the sky and in the Aoki Yang Qi shield, he was already in despair at this moment, kneeling in the shield, his head buried deep between the two strands. His hands hung down, his breath was like a gossamer, his eyes were dull and wooden, and he regretted it in his heart.

With Xianluo and the little monk in charge of dealing with the ban, Dol is naturally under great pressure, and the most important thing is to be able to let the nine phantoms cast the "Emperor of Wood" together and absorb Aoki's yang energy with all their might.

The group quickly went deeper and broke through the prohibitions. After about a thousand feet of diving below, he finally reached the end of the tomb. But. In front of Dole and the others, however, there is a void space, as if a vast and boundless vast universe, full of mystery and unknown.

At this moment, bursts of terrifying yin winds full of sinister power, like a gathering of endless resentment, continued to attack fiercely from the unknown space ahead, like a raging sea. The howling wind was like a myriad of ghosts howling bitterly, screaming with grief and indignation, terrifying and numb.

It has a dark cyan wind, like a rhinoceros in a frenzy. Constantly hitting the light curtain that protected Dole and his party, a sonorous sound like a steel knife slashing violently broke out, and the entire ancient cyan light curtain suddenly cracked one after another criss-crossing cracks, and in a blink of an eye, it was about to shatter.

Dole was shocked, his eyes were calm, he raised his hands, and the afterimage danced like a mad demon, and the mysterious and obscure law was touched at a touch.

A simple bronze small tripod with no pretentious Taoist charm burst out from the place of the Doer Dantian, sacrificed in mid-air, and cracked into a jade void about the size of a palm, but the small shape is a feeling of being extremely open and unpredictable, just like a real heaven and earth, bursting out with terrifying energy fluctuations, filled with a mysterious power that seems to be able to smelt everything in heaven and earth into nothingness.

The jade void is like a string arrow that is pulled into a full moon, bursting out of the light curtain, crossing a semicircular arc in the tomb, across the front of Dole and others, the whole body suddenly has a great light, extremely bright, blazing, like a round of shining jade sun, blooming with endless brilliance, only to see the place where the light shines, the raging yin wind swishing out, as if being smelted by the flames, instantly turned into green smoke, disappeared in the tomb, everything returned to calm.

This is the most subtle of the Nine Sects of Ten Thousand Trees, Heaven and Earth, and Qi Returning to Constant One.

However, the dark cyan yin wind is endless, as if it will never stop, constantly blowing like a flood beast, although the power of the jade void is mysterious, but it is limited after all, and the light is getting dimmer and dimmer, but at least it can last for a while.

"This is the wind of resentment, which is transformed by the resentment of the monks who have fallen in the "Ecstasy Illusion", and it will become more and more powerful, until in the end, even the monks of the Nirvana realm will have to retreat. The void in front of you is the "Ecstasy Fantasy Realm", in which there is an ancient road leading to the mausoleum area, called the "Divine Road", because the "Divine Road" is covered by the power of the Ecstasy Illusion, so it is invisible. Even the monks of the realm of heaven and earth cannot find the "divine path" from it, they can only experience the baptism of the power of the gods, experience the "three thousand illusions", if they can get through, they can enter the "divine path", but it is basically impossible, they will inevitably get lost in it, and thus be imprisoned in the "Heavenless Prison", unless they reach the realm of Nirvana, otherwise eternal life and eternal life can not escape from it, and can only let the invasion of the years, and naturally the form and spirit will be destroyed, and the wind of resentment is formed in this way. The powerhouses of the Nirvana realm can rely on their own strength to forcibly make the "Divine Path" manifest. At the end of the "Divine Road" is the mausoleum area. Therefore, the Nirvana realm is the lowest threshold to enter the tomb of the Taiji Emperor. However, as long as you let yourself fall into a dead state and get lost in the "Three Thousand Illusions", the thin bamboo will protect the lord by itself, and then it will discard the power of the gods and let the "divine path" appear. Even if you spend countless years in the "Three Thousand Illusions", it is only a moment in the outside world, and you can also use it to sharpen yourself. Xiao Yan explained in detail.

After hearing this, the little monk's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes were full of solemnity and worry, and he had sent out a divine sense. But. Not only was nothing discovered, but that divine consciousness was directly wiped out by an extremely powerful unknown force.

The little monk did not question what Xiao Yan said in the previous paragraph, after all, he had felt the terrifying power in it just now, but he had to worry about letting Dole risk his life. Dore's life and death. Involving the entire Tianmeng world, if one person is damaged, countless living beings will be buried with it.

No matter who you are, there is a trace of fear and uncertainty about the unknown existence, no matter how supreme the existence is, this is the nature. You can't change it, but it's not a scary.

Dole's right hand probed into the void, and the thin bamboo above flew into his hand, and strode forward.

At this moment, a Qianqianyu hand that was like mutton fat and beautiful jade suddenly reached over, grabbed his right arm, and clasped his five fingers.

Dole stopped. Turning his head slightly, he looked at the owner of this pair of delicate and beautiful jade hands. Immortal fall.

She shook her head slightly, a pair of peach blossom eyes and clear eyes.

Dol smiled gently, raised his left hand, patted it softly three times on the white jade-like hand, and said softly: "Don't worry. ”

Her fairy body trembled slightly. Half a ring, let go of the hand, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, this smile is no longer so shallow, touching.

Dole smiled. Warmth in my heart.

As soon as Fang stepped into the Delusion Realm, Dalton only felt that a great shore force that seemed to shake the heavens and the sea was pressed in an instant, destroying the withering and decaying, leveling the eight desolations and the six he, the heavens and the earth, and all the heavens and all things. He was in it, like duckweed in the water, a light boat in the sea, rippling with it, unable to resist, as small as a mayfly ant, his mind was subverted in an instant, his mind was chaotic, and he didn't know why.

The next moment, Dol was already in a strange environment, here is a delicate and elegant layout of the wing, blue and white green bamboo beam roof, seven full moon pearl roof, shining in all directions, bright and bright. The vermilion pith wood floor is dusty, clean and tidy, and more ancient and elegant. The wall is as white as jade, simple and generous, simple and elegant, and pure. The wing room is fully furnished, cabinets, cabinets, tables, several, shelves, chairs, etc., all of which are made of rosewood, not colorful, the original flavor of the original color, elegant, engraved with threaded cloud Xiurui beast treasure pattern, exquisite carving, lifelike, quite a bit of the momentum of coming out. Exquisite and luxurious and ingenious handicrafts are dazzling, abounding, phantom ceramic utensils, Baoguang glazed utensils, purple pearl jade exquisite tea sets, willow wood flower rain wood carvings, gold brick color diamond carvings, green and beautiful bamboo carvings, etc., are countless, and the extravagance is compelling.

At this moment, Doerr, who was still observing the things around him, was suddenly picked up by a pair of dry hands with loose and wrinkled skin, and the owner of these old hands gently wrapped him in a piece of embroidered cloud dragon brocade, his movements were cautious, and his strength was gentle, like a treasure, and he trembled faintly.

Dole raised his eyes, and in front of him was an old woman with an old dragon clock, dressed in simple gray clothes, with a kind face, like a bodhisattva, but her eyes were extremely red, and she wanted to cry, and her thin and withered body trembled slightly.

It was then that he suddenly realized that he had become a baby.

This is a fantasy.

The old woman took a deep breath, raised her sleeves, wiped away her eyes and tears, gently held the baby, shook three steps, walked leisurely to a wooden bed with lotus pink light yarn, stretched out her dry right hand, opened the light veil, and handed the baby to a beautiful woman who was half-sitting on the bed to rest, with a beautiful appearance and sad eyes.

The beautiful woman's face was pale, haggard and weak, her expression was miserable, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were misty, her eyes were full of tears, and she stared at the baby's pupils like black pearls for a moment, and her white hands were as white as jade and gently stroked the soft hair of the baby whose facial features were eight points similar to hers, and she could only turn into silence without saying a word, and she could only say a thousand words.

The old woman was silent, staying aside, not leaving, not bothering, the tip of her nose was sore, and her heart was sad.

The baby didn't cry or make a fuss, it was unusually quiet, staring at the beautiful woman, never blinking, just looking at it like this, looking at it. It wasn't until a tear slipped from the corner of the beautiful woman's eyes that the baby looked away, a pair of pupiled eyes, looking at the tears that slipped down the beautiful woman's pale face, and a pink little hand, breaking free from the splendor, stretched out to the beautiful woman's face, as if to wipe away the hot tears.

At this moment, the beautiful woman wailed and wept loudly, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, as if she wanted to cry out all the tears of this life, until the tears dried and the blood was exhausted.

She held the baby in her arms, did not dare to exert force, gently put the baby's head on her shoulder, and cried so presumptuously, choking, sobbing, her body trembled, and her heart ached.

The baby, who was snuggled tightly in the arms of the beautiful woman, cried and babbled and burst into tears.

The old woman's eyes were crimson, she couldn't bear it, she paced away, covered the door, and stayed outside, lost her soul and turned gray.

For a long time, in the wing room, there was a sad and sad whisper of a beautiful woman: "Gu Ma." ”

When the old woman heard the sound, her body trembled violently, like leaves in the wind, her face was like earth, she pushed open the door, walked in, stumbled, half loud, and then walked to the bed, her hands trembled, and she lifted the light veil.

The beautiful woman was holding the baby in the splendid splendor, her eyes were blank, dull, her expression was wooden, her tears were not dry, her eyes were still red, but her heart was dead.

The baby's eyes were closed, his face was purple, his neck was blue, he was desperate, and he died.

The old woman couldn't bear to look at the baby, turned her head, and said in a trembling voice: "Miss, give the little master a name, when he enters the soil, the old slave can also set up a monument for the little master, this child has a hard life, he should be born, but he should not be raised." ”

The beautiful woman lowered her head, looked at the baby in her arms, wept to herself, and said sadly, "It's called Dore." Don't be obsessed, don't be confused, so you can get the road to longevity. ”

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Go back to the moment when Dole first entered the psychedelic realm.

Deep in the tomb of the Emperor Taiji, the main mausoleum.

Under the top of the treasure at the end of the Shinto, 9,000 zhang deep, in a simple tomb chamber of less than 100 square meters, there is nothing in it except an ancient coffin built of unknown bluestone in the center, and even the four walls are not carved with stone carvings, if it were not for an ancient coffin four feet wide, one zhang long, and three feet high, it does not look like a tomb at all.

In the humble tomb, there is a mysterious, ancient, noble, and unpredictable immortal power, where there is no time, like an eternal and unchanging nothingness, and the space is infinitely expanded, endless, without boundaries, like a dust and a country, and the kingdom then gives birth to the country, and so on, infinitely large.

Buzz...

The ancient coffin is carved on all sides of the Ganges River sand, like the most primitive trajectory of heaven and earth, at this moment the ancient coffin shook violently, and the coffin lid was engraved with a domineering man in a dragon robe, one hand is like the sky, and a corner of the heavenly palace will be a majestic heavenly palace, and the dust will be knocked down.

Click...

The lid of the coffin carved this historic scene that shocked the heavens and all worlds slowly moved away, and a middle-aged man with resolute facial features, eyes like lightning, imposing and the air of a supreme emperor, wearing a golden dragon robe, embroidered with nine-clawed ancestral dragon embroidery for thousands of years, sat up from the ancient coffin, and did not see any movement from him, and the next moment, he was already standing outside the coffin.

The middle-aged man with a heroic appearance and eyebrows like a world-beating sword waved his sleeves, and in the void, a mirror image appeared, in which the picture was an elegant and noble wing.

The middle-aged man's star-like eyes looked at everything that happened in the mirror, and after half a sound, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said to himself, "Not bad." With the "true self" wholeheartedly devoted to the "illusory self", do not interfere, the "true self" follows the "illusory self", as floating as a dream, not a dream, does not exist, but also real, a good "my heart is real", once again experience the past, but there is no trace of thought to change, let the wind and rain drift, thousands of years, my heart does not move. (To be continued.) )