The wind was still howling, the dust and sand were still flying in the air, the temperature was still dropping, and the rocks were squeaking with an overwhelming sound, as if they were about to be frozen and cracked.

The old man Ye Guochang had also closed his eyes at this time, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Only Yi Jun's piano sound continued, but the piano sound had been lowered to an inaudible level, and his mind had been completely lost, but he didn't know what kind of force was still supporting him, supporting him to speak, and supporting him to refuse to give up at this time.

The palm of the man in white was still on top of Yi Jun's head, not a single point heavier, nor a point lighter, and his body was even more nailed to the spot, not moving.

The scene is very weird, like a painting of a close-up view of a cold mountain, the expressions of the characters are very different, and the subtleties of the thoughts in the mind seem to be displayed on the face, but when you study it carefully, you find that you can't study anything.

This strange picture lasted for half an hour, and finally, the man in white finally moved, and she moved the white and delicate palm off the top of Yi Jun's head.

There was a lot of breath left on the top of Yi Jun's head on the palm of his hand, mainly warm, but compared to the palm of his hand, the man in white got more information about Yi Jun in his mind.

It's just that when this information was summed up, after the man in white thought about it, a look of surprise, incomprehension, and disgust appeared on the face of the man in white again, but this time there was no apology in his expression.

Not apologizing naturally means that the hunter no longer falls to death the weak little wolf, so the man did not slap Yi Jun to death again, but raised his head slightly, and slanted at the sky with her good-looking eyebrows, some things that ordinary people can't see on the wind and sand.

Then she laughed.

"Poor child!" the next moment she spat out such words of incomprehensible meaning between her lips, as if with pity, but as if it were only a sigh.

Immediately after, the sound of clanging sounded, and six round signs made of jet-black colors and unknown things were scattered by her, and all of them flew down in front of Li Qing, the ninth prince of the Ninth Emperor who was still trembling lightly in her eyelashes, but was already unconscious.

Then, the wind and sand disappeared abruptly, the temperature rose instantly, and the noon sun of Changbai Mountain fell on the mountain beam, which was very warm and comfortable.

Countless figures who were originally buried by the wind and sand appeared, lying horizontally and vertically, their chests rising and falling slightly, not like they were unconscious, but more like they were sleeping beautifully.

No one froze to death, and no one got frostbitten, as if it had just been a nightmare.

Along with the wind and sand, there was also the figure of the man in white, she just disappeared in place in a slight moment, just like those disappeared wind and sand, it was difficult to see how she left.

The sound of the piano sounded again in the mountains, and the sound of the piano was clear, as if it was playing above the nine heavens.

With the sound of the piano, the beautiful singing voice also fluttered among the mountains.

"La-la-la, la-la, smoke rises on the Sansheng Stone, I am the gorgeous fireworks, la-la-la, la-la, who sees me in the wind and sand all over the city, who knows that I paint in the clouds............?

The sound of the piano faded away, and the singing faded away, and finally disappeared.

After a while, the wind and sand were still, and there was not a single drop of snow.

However, the surroundings were not silent, and there was the squeaky and untuned, and the sound was constantly rising.

As time passed, as the spiritual damage caused by the temple messenger's illusion of heaven and earth gradually disappeared, the sound of the transverse flute seemed to become a horn to get up, waking up people who had fallen into a deep sleep.

It's just that when everyone opened their eyes, turned over and stood up to check that they didn't have any missing parts on their bodies, not even one silver ticket in their purse, the squeaky flute that was still ringing was particularly harsh.

"Whoa!" Chai Jun first shook off the few snow flakes on his body, patted the non-existent sand on the cotton robe, and then walked towards Yi Jun.

After reaching out and patting Yi Jun on the shoulder and shouting "little brother", Dai Zong was a little frightened to find that Yi Jun did not have the slightest reaction to his movements and voice, and was still playing the flute there desperately without a tune.

"Could it be that he is still in the illusion world?" Chai Jun looked at Ye Guochang, who was already much older and was slowly standing up.

Ye Guochang moved his body with difficulty and came to Yi Jun, his wrinkled palm gently caressed Yi Jun's young face, and the next moment, his palm moved up slightly, pulling away Yi Jun's eyes that had been closed.

The dazzling light shot into Yi Jun's eyes, allowing him to see the scene in front of him clearly, but it did not drive away the fear in his heart.

"Master Ye Guochang, Brother Chai Jun, are you human or ghost?" Yi Jun asked with a trembling voice, although he was calm by nature, he was only a teenager under the age of sixteen in the end, and everything he encountered today was beyond the scope of his sixteen years of life.

Slowly, Yi Jun, these students who have been studying in the Sanctuary for more than ten years, and even the samurai who have experienced battlefield battles, can't help but feel a little demented for a while when they encounter such a strange and harsh situation today, and even some people's spirits have signs of collapse.

They may have seen some spiritual warriors whose bodies were as hard as iron and invulnerable, they had seen flying swords suddenly flying, hurting people in a moment's time, and even seen someone stretching out their hands to summon a thunderbolt that instantly smashed a large camp into ashes, but where had they ever seen such a strange and vast man-made celestial phenomenon, heard the lonely and cold sound of the piano like the mountain wind whining, and suffered such illusory wind, sand, and cold.

Even, some people began to envy those who fell first, so that they would not suffer the more eerie and terrible mental impact that followed, they would not hear the sound of the piano, they would not feel the cold that quickly decreased, and they would not have to experience the despair of powerlessness.

"We are all alive!" the unusually old voice came out of Ye Guochang's mouth.

There is no word "yet" in the middle of his words, so there is no joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, nor is there a depression that sees through the world and lets go of everything because of the experience of life and death, and there is only one kind of chagrin and shame that Yi Jun does not understand, and most others are not clear.

Thankfully, the old man's ensuing nagging made everyone understand where his chagrin and shame came from - except for Yi Jun, of course.

"Today I understand what a huge gap there is between the four realms and the five realms, people just let me be imprisoned in a thought, unable to move, this is still the result of people's kindness, pity the old and cherish talents, and would rather show weakness and retreat than collide with me. ”

"What's even more ridiculous is that all of this is fake, it's all a trace of Tianwei projection led by Xiao Tianhou's communication with a trace of heavenly spirit, poor I pride myself on being talented and intelligent, psychic is unhindered, and there are even decades of psychic spiritual power at the peak of the four realms, and it is even impossible to see through or see through, ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

“............”

The old man's nagging words made people who knew how to psychic frightened, and they were even more afraid, and those who didn't understand, such as Yi Jun and others, were also silent, and they were in awe of that Xiao Tianhou to the extreme.

Such a big Tianwei is just a projection formed by communicating with a trace of heavenly spirit, if it communicates a few threads, how powerful should it be?

The people didn't dare to think about it, and they didn't want to think about it.

"There were six ebony orders. A cry of surprise suddenly came out of the mouth of the Nine Emperor Princes, Li Qing, who had already woken up from the illusion at this time, and soon found the round tokens piled in front of him, black and shiny.

"Six?" Hearing this, the old man Ye Guochang suddenly stopped his nagging, suddenly turned his head, and looked in the direction where the Nine Emperor Prince Li Qing was.

When he saw clearly the round tokens stacked in front of Li Qing, the wrinkles on his face suddenly bloomed like chrysanthemums.

"That's three times as many as it was four years ago, it's great, it's wonderful. The old man's hoarse laughter suddenly spread over the mountain beam, and the snowflakes in the distance that shook were disordered.

In addition to Yi Jun, the faces of the others also showed extremely excited expressions - the Ebony Order is the pass to the Divine Mountain Temple, with it, you can go up the Divine Mountain, enter the Temple, be able to bathe in the starlight, and obtain the mellow Heavenly Spirit Power that many spiritual scholars dream of, laying an incomparably solid foundation for future cultivation.

A little torture to win twice as many ebony orders as four years ago, this deal is also very cost-effective no matter how you look at it.