Du Xiaobai looked at Feng'er, who was still sleeping in a dream, and his heart felt like he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

Everyone has dreams, because the territory of dreams is free, and it never restricts the desire of the heart.

Dreams are also the consciousness that best embodies a person, lurking in the depths of the mind.

Although it has been sublimated, it is still the truest reflection after all.

"He's cooking a seafood feast. Du Xiaobai just lost his mind slightly, and then adjusted.

Feng'er is still at the critical juncture of breaking through, and she is still thinking about messy things.

Du Xiaobai waved lightly, and the jade flute of spring dawn was put into his palm.

"It seems that an intense tune is needed. Du Xiaobai muttered to himself.

This time, he did not use the Yuan Shen to drive, but directly put the flute to his lips and played it intensively.

The sound of the flute changed from graceful to high-pitched, and the aftermath lingered.

It was as if leaving the shore of the green willow lake with rippling blue waves, and the stars moved to the chaotic slaughter battlefield.

In her dreams, the scenery changes, and she becomes a charging female general.

The enemy in front blocked the way and densely guarded the pass.

The blade in her hand stabbed into the enemy's body fiercely, blooming with a poignant blood flower.

The blood spurted out by the other party was still slightly warm, and a salty and wet breath came from all around.

Feeling a little happy, she jumped into the crowd of enemies and launched a frantic attack.

Her every movement is clean and clean, without any mud.

In the mysterious text, there are many mysterious moves.

Feng'er subconsciously used it, and its power should not be underestimated.

Each time a batch of enemies is killed, the speed of the blood qi will increase, which means that there is a meridian in the body that is unblocked.

Immersed in the thrill of hunting enemies, she is getting faster and faster, and her efficiency in harvesting enemies has increased a lot.

These are all rehearsals in Feng'er's mind.

In the eyes of others, she fell asleep quietly and slept like a kitten.

Yuqing and Wu Changli observed the changes in Feng'er, and their palms were also pinched with a handful of cold sweat.

On her delicate and petite body, blood seems to be leaking out of her body.

The arm, which was as tender as a lotus root, was covered with dark red blood spots.

Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and it was obvious that a world had changed in her body.

Du Xiaobai can't wait to get into her body, to untie those blocked meridians, and also to share some of her pain.

After experiencing the pain of being separated from her family, Du Xiaobai can better understand Feng'er's feelings.

This poor woman, who has lost her parents since she was a child, deserves more care and love.

"Come on, I believe you will be able to tide over the difficulties. ”

Yuqing controlled the jade bottle, and under the true release of the water, the water droplets in the bottle seemed to be endless.

Every drop of water is rich in water elements that regulate the temperature of the surroundings.

Water and fire are originally opposites, but under special circumstances, they can also blend together.

These water-based elements protect her body, and even if the heat in her body is too strong, it will not hurt her skin that can be broken by blowing.

The heat flow in the veins, erupting from the pores.

encountered the pure water element, condensed into dew, and covered Feng'er's body.

In the formation constructed by Wu Changli, all the elements of heaven and earth had to obey his command.

The energy in Feng'er's body also made Wu Changli a little moved.

Just ignited the potential in the bloodline, there was such a movement, and people couldn't help but look forward to what kind of height Feng'er would reach after being promoted.

The battle in Feng'er's Dream Realm was fierce, and the corpses of the enemies in front of her were covered with the ground.

She rushed into the midst of thousands of horses, just to find her parents.

Feng'er slowly walked along the newly opened path, breaking through one barrier after another.

Heavy rain poured down, thousands of roads slowly converged, and a new world was slowly born.

The circulation of the bloodline gradually took shape, and the power in the body was unprecedentedly strong.

She was delighted to experience the changes and gradually adapted to this energetic escape.

There are only a few lines left in the mysterious text, but the font behind it is shining with golden light.

These words are indecipherable, but they are deeply imprinted in Feng'er's mind, etched in her memory, indelible.

At the end of the road is a new world, and when you open the door, you can step into a new realm.

Feng'er's ears echoed with the sound of his own footsteps.

The sound was like a heartbeat, causing fluctuations in the blood veins.

Feng'er paused and listened quietly.

The sound of footsteps still sounded, and it became more and more urgent, as if someone was running wildly.

A figure moved quickly in front of Feng'er from far and near.

Feng'er didn't know that she was in a dream, and wondered for a moment what the purpose of this suddenly appeared figure.

"You belong to me and will never escape from my palm. ”

The figure in front of him became clear, it was Sobatu.

"You grew up in the grassland, you will not be accepted by outsiders wherever you go, or be my beautiful wife again, this is more realistic. Sobatu fanned the big palm of his hand and grabbed it at Feng'er.

Swiftly, she passed under his elbow and punched Sobatu in the ribs.

Sobatu snorted softly, and his other hand slapped horizontally towards the back of her neck.

His palm didn't contain much strength, with a hint of lightness, silently like a poisonous snake drilled out of the shadows.

How could Feng'er let him get his wish, the improvement of her bloodline made her body more flexible.

The reaction that had been exercised under the baptism of lightning exploded in the calf at this time, and kicked hard at Sobatu's leg bone.

Click.

Sobatu broke his left leg and fell to one knee.

The look on his face was even more hideous, like a goshawk spreading its wings, stretching out his hands and hugging him hard.

Cheek lifted her toes and kicked Sobatu in the chin.

Sobatu lowered his head, opened his big mouth, showed a row of teeth, and bit down on his slender jade feet.

"Shameless. Feng'er snorted lightly.

Feng'er's other leg kicked out in a row, swept Sobatu on the right side of his face, and instantly kicked him to the ground.

With the force of one foot, the chin fell backwards, like a nimble swift, gently falling to the ground.

Sobatu staggered up from the ground and wiped a handful of one hand on his face, his entire face was covered with blood, and he looked extremely hideous.

His throat was groaning, his eyes were red, and his body was bowed like a wounded beast, and his speed increased a little.

Ducking to the side, she pulled out a short curved knife from her waist, picked up a cold glow, and stabbed it at Sobatu's vest.

Sobatu pounced, a long wound cut in his back.

He let out a beastly roar, his eyes shining fiercely, and he frantically pounced on Feng'er again.

In a flash of cold light, the dagger sank into Sobatu's chest.

Feng'er clutched the hilt of her knife tightly, and she looked at Sobatu coldly, like staring at a blue wolf on the grassland.

Countering violence with violence.

It's not the best way, but it's undoubtedly the most effective.

The sparkle in Sobatu's eyes gradually dimmed, and the light of life was about to be extinguished.

His face changed, his original youthful appearance became old, and finally he became Zahn's appearance.

"Ahem, kid, you don't belong here. Look at the outside world, that's where you go. ”

Zahn coughed a few times, touching the wound on his chest, and a pained expression appeared on his wrinkled old face.

His large, rough hand slowly raised, as if trying to rub Feng'er's hair, and halfway up, it hung down weakly.

"How can this be, grandpa, don't leave Feng'er. ”

There was a sadness in Feng'er's heart, and an inexplicable sadness enveloped her whole body.

She let go of her small grip on the scimitar and placed it in front of her, staring blankly.

I never thought that my hands would be stained with the blood of my loved ones.

Ron knelt in front of Zahn, shaking his cold body.

Tears are like pearls with broken threads, dripping on the ground, and the stars blend into the soil.

Life is full of partings, and many things can't be done as you want.

The most difficult thing to face is the separation between life and death with close people, which is the secret that everyone will encounter.

The feelings that Feng'er has maintained since she was a child all come from Grandpa Zahn.

It was he who carried the entrustment of Feng'er's parents and took Feng'er to grow up on the grassland. He couldn't give Feng'er too good a living environment, but he poured a lot of effort into Feng'er.

Feng'er sank into the illusion brought by the dream, and the corners of her eyes were closed, leaving two lines of tears.

Du Xiaobai clearly felt Feng'er's reaction, and he used the sound of the flute to help Feng'er break through, but he didn't expect that Feng'er's cultivation was promoted and he hadn't yet broken free from the illusion.

It's a demon.

Every monk who breaks through the Great Realm will encounter torture from the depths of his soul.

Because to reach a certain level of life, you need to cross this threshold.

Mood is a force that is very difficult to master.

Incomparably mysterious, ever-changing.

On the way to practice, there will be many choices, and the state that one can achieve will be tested.

If you can't get rid of the demonic land, you will stagnate, imprisoned in the current realm, and it will be difficult to go further.

Feng'er is now suffering from a soul test from the depths of her heart, and if she can't successfully overcome this obstacle, she may fail this inheritance.

This cannot be allowed to happen.

Du Xiaobai's forehead lit up with a faint light, constantly urging the power of the primordial gods.

A golden sheet music appeared in the air, hanging above Du Xiaobai's head.

This is Du Xiaobai's enlightenment, breaking through the way of music and rhythm that he comprehended in his infancy, making his Yuan Shen look like a piano score.

Some places on the score have been engraved with golden melodies, all of which are condensed by Du Xiaobai's comprehension of Taoism.

Du Xiaobai's primordial spirit was submerged in the spring dawn flute, and the halo on the jade flute flowed, exuding a colorful glow.

The melodious sound of the flute is like the dawn that pierces the night, and like a spring breeze, gently blowing into the cold dream.

"Today, I compose music for you, help you, and give your world a little more warmth and hope. ”

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