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Another day and a night passed.

A figure covered with black snowflakes sat quietly in front of a yaoqin, beside him a sheet of music condensed with snowflakes from the hands of the great supernatural powers.

The pages are messy, and it seems that this person has taken the trouble to open them dozens of times.

This person raised his head and drank a bottle of turbid wine, and the room was full of dark snow, and he raised his head to be drunk.

After meditating cross-legged for a long time, he seemed to have forgotten everything in heaven and earth.

The cold eyes were closed, his expression was quiet and distant, and an ethereal immortal intent from the nine heavens lingered on his cold face for a long time.

Palm press Jinse, charge the strings.

Qu Yan flows, don't ask to look back.

The wind in the room is full of nine shades, whirring, the sound of the piano is faint, and it is mournful. And the full of green wine, intoxicating.

Those bits and pieces from the depths of distant memories, the bitterness and bitterness of the two lives, silently floated to my heart.

...... The voices kept asking.

Your heart has been touched, warm, or painful......

It is this every revisit, every retrospective, every baptism...... In the sound of his piano, the intoxicating power is getting stronger and stronger.

It seems to be drunk with time, drunk with years...... Drunk heavenly machine.

Turning into pieces of black snow, the nine cold winds that hit the depths of the soul bone marrow suddenly stopped.

"Click. ”

Nine dark snow, shattered and annihilated, extremely strange.

With Lu Bei's body, an invisible white and cyan halo appeared, and with the artistic conception of being drunk for years, he swept away a black snowflake debris around his body, and finally swept away towards the true immortal prohibition set up on the Cold Xuan Ice Prison.

The golden and red two-color charm suddenly lit up, the light was blazing, and the whining and wailing. Resist for a moment, and then suddenly stop.

seems to be invincible to the artistic conception of white and blue...... The power of the eclipse of the moon contained in it.

At this moment, a black color like an abyss, a profound true immortal artistic conception emerged in the depths of the forbidden charm, and with an unrelenting momentum, it slaughtered it, and the battle situation was unprecedentedly anxious.

It seems that the two are originally the same level of things.

No, it's a level, maybe it's not worth it...... It's just imperfect mutilation. In less than a moment, it dissolves without distinction.

At that time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Lu Bei opened his eyes suddenly, and the nine days of ethereal immortal intent on his face dissipated, but that profound feeling was remembered in his heart.

Like a seed of enlightenment, it may one day sprout and take root and grow into a towering tree.

When the mysterious and mysterious white and blue artistic conception floated, he had no thoughts or thoughts, as if he had entered the primordial realm.

If the place where the true spirit is located is an inky starry sky.

That artistic conception is like a meteor in the starry sky. The ripples rippled and rippled towards the endless void.

If the hand of a god unconsciously plucks a string in the universe.

And the mirror spirit treasure in the depths of the spiritual platform, which always pretends to be dead, is also buzzing and trembling at this time.

The blue and purple halo is like a yin and yang fish, embracing and entwining, mysterious and mysterious.

It seems to be cheering, as if it smells familiar.

Maybe Lu Bei wouldn't know that in that short day of sitting and forgetting, he inexplicably entered the Tao with the sound of the piano, and actually got a glimpse of the true immortal realm for the first time.

Not only that, but he also gained a kind of power that seemed to be something that only true immortals could begin to control.

No, that kind of power, let alone control, most immortal true immortals may not even have the qualifications to touch it.

A moment of thought, sit and forget the time.

In the Three Realms, everyone knows that those who spy on the immortal with the method of sitting and forgetting are also the assets of the Dao Venerable.

It must be known that as soon as he was born, he pointed to the sky with one hand and the earth with the other, walked seven steps around, looked in all directions, and clouds: the strong man in the sky and on the earth, who is the only one.

It is also meditation under the Bodhi tree, 7749 days. Fang overcomes internal and external obstacles and achieves supreme dignity.

Lu Bei Huo Ran stood up and was waiting to get out of this cold and dark ice prison.

He knew that the red and gold spells couldn't stop him.

Raising his hand, he pointed at it, and on the round and full fingers, the fingertips were white and blue as jade, with a mysterious whirlpool of qi.

It was the power of drunken time that swept away the red and gold two-color charm again.

This time, the red and gold two-color charm lit up, but it suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was extremely sluggish.

Although it is not as powerful as Lu Bei's previous unconscious exertion, which made it stagnate.

But it's enough.

Because even if it is an imperceptible stagnation, in the eyes of many immortals, they can seize this rare opportunity to escape from the cage.

What surprised Lu Bei even more was that the power of the forbidden spell was not the disappearance of energy.

The energy of the gas engine is clearly still there.

Lu Bei smiled bitterly, this magic power seems to be very powerful. But it's a pity that it's just the beginning, the realm is not deep, and the function is a little single.

This finger breaks the forbidden supernatural power, so it's called [Flowing Years].

Maybe one day, this miraculous power with some chicken ribs will become 'a finger out, slow down the years.' A finger points out, and time is broken. 'The supreme supernatural powers.

Thinking of this, he smiled to himself and stopped thinking about it.

Put away the Jinse Lingbao and the piano score, and carried the Huanhua Divine Sword, just waiting to turn into a streamer and disappear.

Suddenly, the spirit seemed to feel something.

In his heart, he inexplicably changed his mind, and the murderous intention was hidden.

It didn't take long for a wandering ghost pawn to appear in his field of vision.

It was the scorched-faced ghost who had shot at him before, such a ghost-like character, it was really not worth it.

But it's disgusting, isn't it?

He wanted to see why this man came, and if his words were not harmonious, he would kill him with a sword.

At this time, the face of the scorched ghost pawn was gloomy like water, and his eyes were full of anger. Gain, he just received an order.

The envoy of the palace of You Fang actually sent him to escort the prisoners who broke into the palace to the battlefield of Yinchuan.

On the battlefield of Yinchuan, the sea of blood is surging, and the killing machines are everywhere, and the gloom is rushing into the sky.

Although it is just an escort, if it is not good, bad luck, and the soul is scattered, wouldn't it be wronged.

This person who broke into the temple.

The scorched-faced ghost soldier walked up with a cold face, opened the prison door of the Cold Xuanbing Prison, and shouted: "The head of the palace will open the net, send you to the Yinchuan battlefield to atone for your sins, and go with so." ”

As he spoke, he took out the chain from his waist and wanted to tie Lu Bei up again.

Lu Beixu pressed the Huanhua Divine Sword, the killing machine in his eyes was refrigerated, and he originally wanted to kill this person with a sword, but between the tosses and turns, he thought in his heart.

Yin Chuan.

It is where the [Wraith Hollow Stone] is located.

He had already suffered from incomplete information in the Yin Si and wandering around.

Since this scorched-faced ghost soldier escorted him to the Yinchuan battlefield, he also saved himself from being at a loss for the way.

Anyway, he is now shackled, and in the dantian, the red gold ring that was planted casually by the true immortal is only a false appearance.

As for ghost chains, toys are just things.

Well, just follow this person to Yinchuan.

The treasures of refining the three souls of heaven and earth are just nine gloomy wood and soul hollow stones.

As for the wheel yellow spring grass...... He suddenly remembered Xie Qiudi, and his mood was extremely complicated for a while.

He owes her a lot.

I don't know how she's doing now.

It should be that he was not questioned by the true immortal powerhouse.

After all, if something happens, with the domineering nature of the ghost in front of him, he will definitely tell himself.

This thought is very slow, but in fact, it is in the middle of a thought.

At this time, the scorched-faced ghost pawn also re-chained the ghost weapon and tied it to Lu Bei.

The mood is annoyed, and the movements are naturally rude.

Lu Bei frowned and said coldly, "You'd better be respectful." ”

"Without mana, you still dare to ......"

The scorched-faced ghost pawn was about to teach Lu Bei a lesson, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Bei's cold eyes, his eyebrows were faint, he held the divine sword in his hand, and pursed his lips silently.

There was an inexplicable cowardice on his face, his throat rolled a few times, he didn't say anything more, and with anxiety in his heart, he escorted Lu Bei to the outside of the Xuanming Cold Ice Prison.

Facing the unpredictable and unknown fate.