On July 7th, the Palace of Eternal Life, this is Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei, the golden bond that surpasses the mortal dust.

On July 7th, the Queqiao Meeting, which is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl scattered on both sides of the Milky Way, meet across the Milky Way.

The beautiful legend of love has left people with many beautiful reveries. On this day, Murong Jiu will follow the general trend of heaven and earth, fulfill the mission of heaven and earth, and go to the Polar Palace of Eternal Life.

A strange soft divine power enveloped the entire body, and in a flicker of light, Murong Jiu disappeared into the Lingyan Pavilion in the Ethereal Peak...... When he regained his clear vision, he was already standing in front of a huge palace.

Xuanshen Palace, in Murong Jiu's induction, this palace seems to be built in an empty space, full of ethereal atmosphere, but the Chinese atmosphere is extremely full and rich.

The ancient and ancient temple gate is carved with the Chinese divine beasts, the dragon, the colorful phoenix, the unicorn, lifelike, the extraordinary color;

The door of the palace opened, and the vast and broad atmosphere surged out from the palace, and Murong Jiu burst into tears in an instant, and the vast palace seemed to carry the mind of heaven and earth, containing infinite tolerance and infinite touch.

Walking into the palace, he seemed to be under the sun, moon and stars, and as if he had melted into the mountains and rivers, and the endless natural breath flowed around him, full of vitality.

"You're here. ”

In the palace, a man in green clothes stood quietly in the middle of the palace, his blue robe and cloak covering his entire body, not revealing a trace of flesh and skin. His voice was ethereal, but full of warmth.

"Who are you?"

Murong Jiu stared at the man in Tsing Yi fixedly, his cyan robe was in the shape of a long tube, and it was difficult for Murong Jiu to tell whether he was facing him or his back to him.

"Who am I? I can't remember what I thought about for a long time. The man in Tsing Yi groaned.

Murong Jiu's eyes widened unnaturally, surviving to the point of forgetting who he was, it was indeed long enough, maybe only that distant ancient monk could be called a long-term life.

"What is this place?"

"Heaven and Earth Xuanshen Palace. The Hall of Immortal Immortality. The man in Tsing Yi replied.

"What are you doing here?"

"The world of gambling. The man in Tsing Yi replied.

"How to gamble?"

Murong Jiu stared at the man in Tsing Yi with burning eyes. The cultivators who live between heaven and earth, and the strong people of heaven and earth are all rebelling against heaven and earth, and rebelling against heaven and earth, who has ever heard of the game of heaven and earth?

"Layout, confrontation. The man in Tsing Yi said unhurriedly.

A monstrous storm set off in Murong Jiu's heart. Someone who can play with heaven and earth. That Mo is not the pinnacle of existence in the world; It will be the most chaotic life in heaven and earth. Looking at the man in Tsing Yi, Murong Jiu felt more and more ethereal about him, his body was as small as dust. But his figure is like a mountain, like a giant in the sky.

"Era Nova Star, since you have come to the Xuanshen Palace Immortal Palace, you naturally have to fulfill the mission of heaven and earth. Let's get started, play the Seven Profound Flutes. ”

There was a huge magic hidden in the tone of the people in Tsing Yi, which made Murong Jiu have the idea of surrendering willingly, and it seemed natural that he could not have any thoughts of resistance to his request.

His body had been damaged by chaotic energy, and Murong Jiu's life had fallen into a huge crisis, and when he came to the Xuanshen Palace at this time, he didn't have any thoughts of resisting. After the words of the man in Tsing Yi came out, he took out the Seven Xuan Flutes without hesitation...... Six fingers jumped, and he blew the Seven Profound Flute.

Without resistance, without hesitation, Murong Jiu obeyed orders and played without music...... In this palace of heaven and earth ghosts and immortals, his movements are smooth, but slightly stiff, like a puppet that has been affected by his spirit and manipulated his mind.

When the flute is played without a song, the flute sound is in tune with itself, and the beating notes are rhythmic into waves, spreading out from the seven profound and exquisite flutes...... Circle by circle, wave by wave, the sound line spread, surging out of the Hall of Eternal Life.

The bass is like a groan, the treble is high, and the flute is subdued and frustrated...... The demonic Seven Xuan Flutes had already affected Murong Jiu's soul, and his spirit was disturbed, as if the turbidity in his chest was not vomiting or being unhappy.

In the ancient kingdom of China, the clear sound of the flute fluttered down from the nine heavens, like an immortal, and many cultivators were as if they had heard the sound of immortals outside the world...... Some people who have the root of wisdom have even realized some of the truths of heaven and earth.

The "Sizhou City", which is fused with the four Qiankun Ding, is diffused in the sound of the flute, and after the power of the Chinese earth is combined, the divine power follows the qi induction of the same root and origin, and projects to the unknown region of the void - the "Wuzhou City" that penetrates the spiritual world.

As night falls, the stars shine brightly in the sky. However, tonight, it seems that only Altair and Vega are the brightest, and the shadowless Magpie Bridge seems to penetrate the void galaxy in the sky, and the two stars are slowly approaching in the sound of the flute.

Murong Jiu, who was playing the flute of no song, couldn't stop it, the Qixuan Linglong flute completely controlled his body, his six fingers beating faster and faster, like a flipped and dancing butterfly; his breath became longer and longer, his internal breath and life true qi were slowly drawn out, his internal organs and six organs all appeared a suffocating feeling, and his mind appeared dizzy.

However, his state of mind became clearer and his eyes clearer.

The emerald green Qixuan exquisite flute, the body of the flute has appeared bright blood lines, like the veins of life. The performance of the flute music extracted Murong Jiu's most primordial life essence, and the loss of life vitality caused his skin and flesh to dry up, his long hair to wither yellow, his nails to appear gray-white, and his feet were already.

The mighty flute sound fell from the nine heavens, and the entire ancient Chinese country was covered by the flute, with flowers and plants swaying one after another, and insects and birds showing more agility...... Under this starry night, all life in the ancient kingdom is full of vitality and vitality.

The sound of the flute penetrated into the earth, and the leylines of China beat out a regular pulse one by one, and all the rivers and lakes vibrated with layers of ripples...... The majestic divine power of the land of China was cast into the hell spirit realm.

Altair and Vega in the night have met in each other's movements.

The keratinization spread to Murong Jiu's waist...... The sound of the flute was still ringing continuously, and the seven Xuan Linglong flutes were completely covered with blood lines of life. Murong Jiu selflessly played the flute without music, his eyes were bright, his mood was ethereal, his mind and soul seemed to be out of his body, he was tireless, he did not know pain, and he did not feel the great crisis of life.

Under the baptism of the Seven Xuan Flutes, Murong Jiu's spirit was gradually enriched, his past experiences flashed in the spiritual world, and his spiritual power became more and more condensed and powerful...... His spirit seemed to be separated from his body, and he had no idea that the keratinization was about to spread throughout his body.

The man in Tsing Yi in the Hall of Eternal Life had already predicted Murong Jiu's end, and he was not surprised; he raised his arms, and his hands hidden in his sleeves crossed the path of the Dao in the air, and the top of the entire palace gradually transformed into the void of heaven and earth, thousands of stars twinkled and hung in the sky; the sun, moon and stars moved slowly according to a specific trajectory, and many hidden stars also emerged.

Murong Jiu's entire body was completely petrified, and his posture remained at the flute...... The flute gradually stopped, and the voice echoed through the palace...... Unable to resist the established fate of heaven and earth, he followed the will of heaven, and his life eventually fell into decay and died.

In the ancient kingdom of China, the Xuanyuan clan stood on the top of a high mountain, and clearly felt the slight tremors and fluctuations in the mountains under their feet...... A hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, the stars in the sky were already running, and many stars in the night sky of the spirit world had been projected, and the irreversible trend was returning.

"Huoyun, have you ever thought about it?" Xuanyuan looked up at the stars that appeared in the night, and his voice drifted behind him.

The young man standing behind the Xuanyuan clan, Huoyun also looked up at the Nine Heavens...... The sound of the immortal flute above the nine heavens has gradually stopped, and the chaotic fate of the flute player has not been able to change its own predetermined ending, but the chaotic mood of that moment, anyone can feel the heart's bloody beating - resistance, rebellion, and the glory of the life of the strong.

Without words, Huoyun's determined eyes stared at the void, and the traction of his mind seemed to make him clearly see the deplorable figure on the road against the sky...... Silently, Huoyun's black hair turned silvery-white, and a wave of evil qi overflowed from his body. He abandoned the god king of heaven and earth, and resolutely transformed into the evil god of heaven and earth, and since then his life has been left to me, as he pleases.

Xuanyuan's deep eyes were full of light, 10,000 years ago, Xuanyuan Wuji lost his god and fell into demons, and 10,000 years later, today's Huoyun resolutely embarked on the path of cultivation of the evil god...... In the cultivation world where ancient martial arts prevailed, is this the dullness and uncleanness of martial arts?

The faint hellish ghost wind raised Xuanyuan's clothes, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves sounded in his ears...... Xuanyuan's body suddenly radiated a clear divine light, and his eyes were like a star—the Hell Spirit Realm was returning vigorously. (To be continued......)