This kind of scene is incomparably extraordinary, with a divine aura, if it is known to outsiders, it will surely shock the world, this is an ancient vision, spread in ancient mythology, almost does not exist in the world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He has left a great prestige and can compete with the vision of the king's body!

Now, it appeared in Yuan Hong's sea of qi, the blue waves were rippling, the bright moon was hanging high, and the silver glow was brilliant, which was extremely magnificent! And the sea eye calmed down, slowly swallowing out the essence of life, forming ripples and fluctuating in the sea of qi.

This kind of scene is simply unheard of, unseen, but now Yuan Hong is in a heavy mood, he touches the scene, and the suppressed emotions come to his heart, this kind of taste only he knows.

He returned to consciousness, looked up at the void, stared at the bright Divine Moon, and really couldn't calm down!

The past, like a dream, is it real, or is it a dream of Nanke, Yuan Hong burst into tears, his heart was full of grief, the sea of stars is vast, and the distance between the two is more than the distance between heaven and earth.

"Ruoqing, can I ever see you again in this life?"

Yuan Hong whispered, containing endless regrets, creation makes people, even gods can't change it, mortals are old, sick and die, a hundred years pass in a hurry, Yuan Hong is afraid that it will be too late.

He looked at Lao Jiao's memory and knew the realm of cultivation, even if the immortal could tear the void and travel the galaxy, he didn't dare to go far, once he was lost in it, he would never come back.

That is the realm of the gods, after all, if you don't become a god, you can only be trapped in a world, looking up at the endless galaxy, you can only sigh, immortality is not eternal life, once the limit comes, you will also return to the loess.

There are no gods in this world anymore, no one has become a god for thousands of years, countless monks have stopped in the realm of immortality, it is difficult to take that step, and many days of pride have passed away.

The avenue is difficult to repair, even if it is a ruthless person like Lao Jiao, who amazes the heroes of an era, there is nothing to be done, this world is no longer enough to become a god, if you want to get out, you can only leave this world.

But it's too hard!

The Heavenly Path has been broken, and even the Immortal Great Sect, the Supreme Powerful Clan, has no way, and may be able to communicate with the Upper Realm, but it is almost impossible to leave, and the Upper Realm needs to pay a big price.

"Maybe there are gods in this world, but they can only survive and live in a deep sleep, and once they are born, they will run out of life and turn into dust!"

Yuan Hong didn't know what to do, he knew that his fate was over, but he still couldn't let go, this emotion was integrated into his soul, and it was difficult to forget for thousands of generations, but looking at the endless starry sky, he could only sigh.

"Blue sea, blue sky, night and night heart!"

He is not Chang'e, but he has the same feeling, maybe only by transcending the gods and becoming a complete power through the heavens can there be a glimmer of hope! But time flies, how can you have a chance to wait.

"Qi training, spiritual root, metamorphosis, Taoism, immortality, gods, Tongtian, saints, and the legendary ethereal ancestral gods, these nine realms need the accumulation of years and the precipitation of time!

Yuan Hong flicked his sleeves, the water vapor in the sky was dispersed, the big lake calmed down, the slight waves floated, he stood on the surface of the lake or the dust, as if gathering the Lingxiu of this Qiankun, and said: "The heart is in chaos, it is not suitable for cultivating enlightenment again, let's go and see Kui Long first!"

Yuan Hong stepped away from the lake and came to the edge, the wind was howling at a height of thousands of meters, but it couldn't blow the corners of his clothes, and the token in his hand didn't move, it seemed that Ji's technique was still needed.

"It seems that the people of the Ji family deliberately make it difficult for me, do you need to be so careful?"

Yuan Hong said with a smile, with his current strength and realm, it is too easy to leave here, even if he comes up next time, it is extremely easy, and there is no need to jump up and down and smash a row of halls.

Rumble!

The water vapor under his feet condensed, turned into a cloud and dragged him up, slowly carrying him away, and the group of people who saw this scene were stunned and couldn't react for a long time.

Soar through the clouds!

"This kid can't be an immortal, is he?"

"Is there such a means in the Qi Cultivation Realm, why have I never seen Ji Peng use it?"

"This is unlikely, isn't it? Flying in the sky, this is the realm of the mortal realm!"

A group of clan soldiers exploded, and the discussion kept arguing, and then several golden generals came together, watching Yuan Hong drive away in the clouds, it was also quite shocking.

"What a trick! It's not a secret technique, but it's better than a secret technique!"

One of them did not hesitate to praise, and admired Yuan Hong very much, his realm can naturally see through the void at a glance, this is the subtle control and use of water, but it can turn decay into magic.

This method is extremely exquisite, and it requires a certain level of comprehension of the Avenue of Water, especially the subtlety of it, which requires a strong mind to control.

"Hmph! It's just a small skill of carving insects, so flashy, it's far worse than Ji Peng!" Ji Huangchuan sneered.

"That's right, after all, this world is the strongest treasure and supernatural powers, once these skills fight, they won't work, this kid likes to show off!"

He is Ji Chongxiao's uncle, and he has a very close relationship, seeing Yuan Hong is particularly unpleasant, if it weren't for the ancestor's words, he would have suppressed him a long time ago, and he wouldn't talk nonsense here at all.

Yuan Hong didn't know this at the moment, he stepped on the clouds, the speed was not very fast, but it was very stable, the wind was whistling in his ears, the mountains and rivers were all under his feet, and the rows of huge temples were crossed by him, and there was an indescribable feeling.

He looked far away, his field of vision was very broad, he appreciated the feeling of flying, looking down on the land, and saw endless and far-reaching places, where the people of the Ji clan lived, and the big rivers were rushing and the mountains were towering.

There are also some wild ancient forests, and the medicinal fields bloom with fragrance, and everything in heaven and earth, every grass and tree is in full view, this feeling makes him enjoy and dilute the previous sadness.

"Fly, I can finally fly freely!"

Whether it is the past life or the present life, this is his dream, galloping between heaven and earth, soaring freely, traveling all over the three mountains and five mountains, five lakes and four seas in one day, and appreciating the magnificent beauty of heaven and earth.

The clouds float under his feet, this is his newly realized ability, and he controls the water vapor into a flywheel that rotates continuously, one after another is so small that it is almost impossible to see with the naked eye, and the cooperation with each other is incomparably natural and very harmonious.

This generated a powerful power, controlled by Yuan Hong at will, holding him to fly, up and down, left and right as he liked, he was not familiar with it now, he was feeling the attempt, and the powerful will poured out, and every trace was manifested in his mind.

Yuan is becoming more and more proficient, and his speed is getting faster and faster, galloping freely in this world, constantly trying all kinds of tricks, and everyone who sees it is envious, especially those soldiers in the spiritual root stage.

It is difficult to enter the realm of metamorphosis and ascend to the sky, they may have no hope in this life, let alone fly, and now watching Yuan Hong flying around in the sky, let alone envy.

Yuan Hong kept trying to adjust the frequency of the clouds, like a generation of sophisticated machines, bursting out with powerful power, and even the void was pulled out of a trace, carrying Yuan Hong in a flash.

After playing for a long time, Yuan Hong came to a big mountain in the depths, he stopped at the top of the mountain, stepped on the boulder, and felt for the first time how big the change was, it was a reborn transformation for him.

After he woke up, he found that his strength had increased again, and there were 50,000 catties with a single wave of his arms, and if his arms were stretched together, he had a huge force of 100,000 catties, which was very good among the cubs of the primeval murderer.

Especially his physical body, which is immaculate and flawless, his flesh and blood are shining with crystal light, flashing with jade, which is stronger than a treasure weapon, and his qi and blood are dormant in his body, once he is agitated, he will be like a real dragon.

He felt that he had become a big murderer, that is, he could shoot his opponent to death without using treasure arts, and he would overthrow a group of spirit root masters, and the whole person was a humanoid treasure.

This is not a sense of blindness after his strength has been raised, but it is real, the sea of qi is full of life, a bright moon is shining brightly, the true qi is so thick that I can't tell how much, and it flows with cyan jade light.

Yuan Hong didn't know how terrifying it was after he exhibited the vision, whether he could kill the disciples of the Great Sect at the peak of the Spirit Root Stage, at least if he wanted to escape, it would be absolutely easy.

On the top of the mountain, the ancient trees are evergreen, the roots and knots grow in the boulders, the vitality is very tenacious, Yuan Hong faces the wind, restricts the breath, he becomes quiet and peaceful, innocent and simple, melts into the heaven and earth, the clothes are like a delicate Taoist child, walking in the mountains to collect medicine and practice.

Even if it is a master of the Mortal Realm, it is difficult to show Yuan Hong's strength at this moment, he looks too ordinary, and his aura exudes, like a grass and a tree, no different from dust.

He was able to do this state before, but now he is even more with the light and dust, which has a lot to do with his realm, and the mystery of the water attribute has been comprehended by Yuan Hong more than a dozen in a row.

Strength, change, speed, heaviness, tenacity, sharpness, softness, vitality, healing, tolerance, decomposition, etc., even the pulsating artistic conception that has not been comprehended has a trace of understanding.

These artistic conceptions contain truths, and they are combined with each other to confirm each other, making Yuan Hong's insights more profound, and they are much stronger than before.

This is the benefit of realm ascension, every move is contained in it, and it can create all kinds of impossibilities without the need for powerful treasure arts!

"It's been more than a month, I don't know how Qin Zhong's cultivation is?" Yuan Hong, the master, was very irresponsible, and just after accepting his apprentices, he left them alone.

"Da Hei is probably going crazy, right? Can Ji's food satisfy this guy?"

Yuan Hong smiled, stepped on the qi cloud and left here, disappearing into the distant sky.

Soon, he came to the periphery, and when he looked back, he was in a fog, and he could no longer see the scene inside, which made him feel that the Ji family's heritage was unfathomable, and the hidden power was far beyond expectations.

Yuan Hong dispersed the clouds, walked on foot, strode away, came to the temple where he was, and saw a big black dog lying listlessly at the door, a beautiful child dancing on the side, looking very cute!

ps: I like a little poem by Nalan Rongruo very much, I think it is written very emotionally, which is very in line with the mood of the protagonist, so I will enjoy it for everyone:

Bright moon, bright moon.

He once parted personally.

The jade pot was red and tearful, and it seemed to be Chinese New Year's Eve.

Come the night, come the night,

Willing to lend Qinghui again?

- Nalan Rongruo, "Laughing Order"