In the wind and snow, there is a flute sound, and the flute sound in this wind and snow, with the sound of the wind, is faintly and slowly merging, making the sound of the wind, like a call, if someone hears it, it will definitely resonate.

This flute has a melodious sound, Mu Hao can't sing, he doesn't know, in this current state, if he can compose music, he will definitely be able to compose a shocking song that resonates with heaven and earth.

Mu Hao closed his eyes, in his mind, the scenes of the past were echoing in his heart, his family, his friends, his past, kept emerging, Mu Hao, in fact, wanted to go home once.

Even if you just go back, look at your parents from afar, and quietly look at the place in your dreams, it's enough.

He has a concern, this concern comes from a secluded country, and he usually doesn't show it, but in the fog of this ruins, he can't get out of here, and he also thinks about it because of the snow.

This snow, like Mu Hao's white hair, has the meaning of silence, but after the silence, he needs spring.

And in the coffin at the bottom of the peak, the man in the coffin, although he had a heartbeat, but he couldn't open his eyes.

The rhythm of the sound echoed in the coffin, and for some reason, the moment the rhythm appeared, the man's eyelids kept jumping.

The sound of the heartbeat is also constantly strengthening, from the previous beating from time to time, to the current thumping, this majestic mountain, at this moment, gradually began to wither.

All the spiritual power, all the vitality, rushed towards the coffin, on the top of the mountain, there was a tree, I don't know how many years it had bloomed, it had never withered, but at this moment, the leaves on the top of the tree began to become dead leaves.

Then the whole tree was yellow, and then, from the top of the mountain, countless trees, countless flowers and plants, those flowers and trees, I don't know how many years of age, also began to wither at what moment.

The withering began to spread from the top of the mountain, at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short time the top of the mountain, which had not yet entered the clouds, had turned yellow.

Then, on the mountainside, and then on the bottom of the mountain, all the vitality poured towards the coffin, and kept pouring into the man in the coffin.

All this, Mu Hao was immersed in that realm, and he didn't feel it, because the place where he was didn't wither, as if he was deliberately protected.

When the vitality of the entire mountain peak poured into the man, the man's eyes, finally, after struggling hard, slowly opened a crack.

As the crack in his eyes opened, invisibly, all the fog became crazy, but after the madness, it turned into calm.

"Xiangyao..."

A hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth, and as he spoke, a trace of blood was born in his body, and then, his physical body began to have a trace of blood, and finally, it turned into a normal color.

"I, haven't I died yet..."The man opened his eyes, and felt that the cultivation in his body was climbing wildly, and when his cultivation returned to the realm of sages, there was a monstrous coercion, bursting from his body, and in an instant, it entered the ruins, but after a moment, he regained his calm.

But at that moment, Mu Hao had been awakened, and it was also at that moment that several people in the ruins had a feeling of numbness in their scalps.

"This, whose breath is this..."Jian Xia's crazy eyes, there was a thick fear, this kind of aura, if it was aimed at him, I am afraid that the physical body would collapse directly, and the Dao platform would dissipate.

And the two members of the formation who fled in front of them couldn't help but stop, not paying attention to Jian Xia, who was chasing behind, after shrinking their eyes, they pondered for a moment and continued to escape.

The man in the coffin looked up blankly, his eyes looked through the coffin, through the mountain peak, and saw Mu Hao cross-legged in the small pavilion.

The man sighed, and his figure gradually blurred, and finally, disappeared into the coffin out of thin air, and when he appeared, he appeared silently in the small pavilion, and even the space was not distorted.

"You, what's your name..."The man suddenly spoke, and Mu Hao turned his head sharply, even with his heart, he couldn't help but be startled.

It was a handsome man, with a majesty, not angry and spontaneous, as if he was born like this, but Mu Hao could see that this handsome man was the one who Xiang Yao wanted to resurrect with a remnant soul.

"Senior, junior Mu Hao..." Mu Hao hugged his fists and saluted, but at that moment, within his spatial ring, there was a lonely sword, which flew out of it, and there seemed to be a sound of joy.

Then, the painting also flew out, and when it was spread, there was a woman who walked out of it, and after walking out, she just stood there, staring blankly at the man.

Mu Hao didn't speak, took a few steps back, and left this place to the two of them, with relief in his eyes.

"Xiang Yao..." The corners of the man's mouth trembled, he reached out and stroked the woman's face, but that hand, how, couldn't touch the woman, as if all this was illusory.

"It's no regret to be able to see you..."Xiang Yao smiled, and above her body, fluorescent light continued to appear, and finally, her body gradually turned transparent.

The man stretched out his hand, but he couldn't say half a word, and there were no tears in the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Fang sighed and looked at Mu Hao, if it weren't for Mu Hao, he wouldn't be able to wake up, although there was hope that he could be resurrected, but it was Mu Hao's rhythm that led him to his thoughts, and then he woke up.

"My name is Feng Qingshan, your creation, there..." Feng Qingshan raised his hand and pointed at it, and immediately, at the end of that direction, there was Nianjun Pond, and the pool water was constantly boiling under this finger, which was not the same as before, but mixed with that wisp of luck.

Perhaps, someone has entered the Nianjun Pond before, but what they can enter is a fake pool, and now, after this boiling, it is the real creation.

Mu Hao looked in that direction, thoughtfully, and nodded.

"Monk, you need to go step by step to climb to the top, your foundation is what I have seen in my life, if you don't fall, the Guwu Continent, there will be a place for you..."

"I can't give you a transformation, but I can take a shot to help you once, under the sage, I can let you survive the crisis..."

"I, too, should do my own thing, sage, can't stop me..."

"Senior Feng, I don't know where you're going?" asked Mu Hao with his fists clenched.

"I, I'm going to look for her, tears, and I will only face the real her, I will flow..."Feng Qingshan sighed all his life, there was a pull in his heart, and he also knew how much he had to pay in order to resurrect his remnant soul, I am afraid, it had made her family angry.

Mu Hao was silent, this Xiang Yao did pay a lot, otherwise, he would not be able to resurrect a person with a wisp of remnant soul by many means and with great mana.

"Do you know the way of rhythm?" Feng Qingyi remembered Mu Hao's previous flute sound, which was this flute sound, and only then did he ask.

"The younger generation understands a little, and it is only in the realm of the triple heavenly sound..."Mu Hao didn't know how many heavenly sounds could be reached in the cultivation of those music laws, so he could only say so.

"Triple Nature, without the guidance of others, it's not bad, but, fortunately, it didn't reach the fourth level..."Feng Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he admired Mu Hao's talent, he was also a little lucky.

"Could it be that the fourth heavenly sound is still exquisite?" Seeing this, Mu Hao muttered there, with a look of doubt that did not cover it up in the slightest, of course, this doubt was for Feng Qingshan.

"It's not that there is exquisiteness, but this fourth heavenly sound, there is a distinction between high and low, if you want to go to the peak on the path of music, you need to go to the Tianyin Sect, in it, there is a holy scripture..."

"The name of the holy book is the Codex of the Sound Immortals, and it is said that this book has a legend of a great terror who claims to be the Sound Immortal, and he understands the way of the sound and rhythm..."

"However, it shouldn't be an immortal, but his way of music and rhythm is the farthest..."

"There is even a legend that he, the self-proclaimed Yin Immortal Cultivator, is not, from the Guwu Continent, but, beyond the vast..."

"I don't know about these, but I know it from the forbidden area, and I don't know if it's reliable..."

"Yinxian Codex..."Mu Hao muttered, but what he cared more about was the words of the wind and light shirt, that Yinxian may come from outside the vastness.

This vastness, if the cultivation is high enough to reach a realm, unlike Mu Hao, he obtained it from the inheritance of Emperor Fu, and with Qing Mingzi, he took a look at the real vastness.

However, to be able to cultivate in the mainland, you will know that outside the Guwu Continent, there is a vastness, although it is said that the wind light shirt is out of the forbidden area, but it still makes Mu Hao frightened.

"What is this forbidden area?" Mu Hao muttered in his heart, but he also knew that the forbidden area was not a place that he could touch, at least, with his current cultivation, he couldn't.

"The Yinxian Codex has the cultivation method of the fourth heavenly sound and the eighth heavenly sound, but the ninth heavenly sound cannot be written, because if it is written, it will also be erased by the Great Dao..."

"Every fourth to eighth level, each weight, there is only one word, Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, in the Tianyin Sect, can practice to the eighth level of the cultivation of the feather realm, should, there are only two or three, as for the ninth level, I haven't heard of it..."

After Feng Qingshan finished speaking, he directly pointed his finger and passed on the records of the way of sound and rhythm that he saw in the forbidden area to Mu Hao, which was useless to him, and whether Mu Hao could enter the Tianyin Sect was a question.

Even if he entered, I don't know if he could see the Yinxian Codex later, but, for some reason, Feng Qingyi had a feeling that he saw a glimmer of hope in Mu Hao's body.

"Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu, every word represents a heavy nature, I don't know, that sound immortal, whether it ever exists..."Mu Hao muttered, when he opened his eyes, he didn't see the figure of the wind and light shirt, as if he hadn't appeared.

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