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This is a dream-like world!

On the earth, there seems to be a bronze realm, and its realm is through the ages, shining in the present years, like a pair of invisible hands, wanting to be condensed by the stars, when it appears, the shape of a handful of grabbing, turned into a point.

A little, just a little.

In the past few years, the world has forgotten its existence, and its story has become a prosaic legend in eternity, but whenever the world remembers it, there is a gust of wind blowing from the east name...

This gust of wind, called purple qi, is unknown to ordinary people, and its source is blown here from that piece of sky, but only to see the end, it is stored in the ancient valley traces.

In the trail of the far valley, there was a young monk, with resolute steps, who walked up to a high mountain that existed for thousands of feet.

This mountain, the name of the square inch!

On this mountain, there is a place to become Sendai, only the resolute disciples, stepping on the Sendai, will accept the inheritance of their ancestors, go through the years, a station into Sendai, become a world immortal.

The young man's face was covered with beads of sweat, but his steps kept going up.

There is not a road under his feet, but an endless staircase, and if you look closely, there are tens of thousands of stairs, and when you look at it, you will be retired.

But when he stepped on the one hundred and sixty-fifth steps, the whole person was already out of breath, and the invisible pressure seemed to crush him, so he had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the stairs and close his eyes to recuperate.

Rumble!

A huge thunderous sound continued to fall from the sky, and the powerful momentum rushed straight to the young man.

Before the young man could react, he was hit by thunder, and the whole person quickly withered, and the cultivation of his whole body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the whole person was blown out of Fangcun Mountain by a gust of wind and fell under Fangcun Mountain.

The young man was a disciple of a nearby sect, and was discovered by the sect's senior brothers and sent back to the sect, and after his father knew about the matter, he ordered the disciple to guard the young man and not allow him to go to Fangcun Mountain again.

After a long time, the young man woke up from his stupor.

He looked around, his eyes were confused, he couldn't imagine that he would come here, he didn't step into the Luoying Mountains with Ouyang Xue'er.

Everything in his mind, but in his mind, constantly echoing,

He is none other than Xin Lan.

He couldn't tell which one was the real himself, himself and Ouyang Xue'er, was it just a dream?

Is the current environment, life, and everything here your home?

His confusion became deeper and deeper, and gradually he couldn't see through, everything in front of his eyes, was it confused or real, he raised his head, but his whole body trembled.

In front of him, an old man stood.

"Master..."

Xin Lan muttered, his expression was full of longing, he had left his master, a hundred years, a hundred years of missing, making his body tremble constantly.

Xuanqing looked at Xin Lan, I don't know what happened to Xin Lan, since Xin Lan came back from Fangcun Mountain, it has always been like this, it's really weird, but he doesn't have any way.

He sighed and looked at Xin Lan.

"Lan'er, you don't have to worry, even if you can't step on the mountain, you are still my Xuanqing's apprentice, no matter when and where, as long as you have the heart, you will definitely be able to set foot on the mountain in the future to complete your dreams. ”

Xuan Qing comforted, he didn't want his disciple to fall into decline all the time, an experience of Fang Cun Mountain has made Xin Lan's heart have complex changes, if he can't set foot in his life, then his life...

And, his cultivation is...

Thinking of this, Xuan Qing became worried.

In a world where the strong are respected, if the outside world knows that Xin Lan's cultivation has disappeared, I am afraid that it will attract the attention of many people, and even start by himself.

"Fangcun Mountain"

As soon as she heard this Fang Cun Mountain, Xin Lan's heart was helpless, and she unconsciously poured out, which made Xin Lan stunned.

It turned out that his own cultivation had disappeared.

No wonder Xuanqing would say that.

But deep in Xin Lan's heart, he still felt that there was something wrong, he had entered the Luoying Mountain Range with Ouyang Xue'er, the depths of the cave once, but in an instant, he arrived here.

Or, Tianchen Sect and Ouyang Xue'er are all a dream, and the moment Xuanqing appeared, he already believed it in his heart, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart.

Especially on Xuanqing's body, with Xin Lan's feeling of being at the peak of the Cave Xuan Realm, he couldn't see Xuanqing's cultivation at all, which was a little strange, he saw Xuanqing's feathering with his own eyes, and when he knew that Xuanqing was not dead, his whole person was excited.

But nowadays, everything seems to have some more things, which he can't understand, can't guess, such as confused, complicated colors, difficult to understand, understand.

"Master, you, your cultivation"

Xin Lan looked at Xuanqing, and his whole body exuded fluctuations, this scene made Xuanqing suddenly startled, and the whole person was stunned, asking Xuanqing.

"The Peak of the Baby"

Xuan Qing said flatly.

Yuanying is at the pinnacle, isn't he cultivating to be super powerful, and the difference between him and his master Xuanqing is not a little bit of a star, but a world of difference.

His identity Xuanqing, even when he was feathered, only broke through the Yuan Infant Stage, and even before his cultivation was consolidated, he had already been feathered.

"Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xianjia Land, Chengxiantai. ”

Xin Lan's eyes were bright, and such a sentence in his mind suddenly floated out, making his whole person shocked.

In his memory, there was a person who, with his own cultivation, had stubbornly walked up the one hundred and sixty-seven steps, and he wanted to go up again, but his cultivation had reached a critical point, and he couldn't support him to continue walking.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain!

Cheng Sendai!

These two things have been floating in Xin Lan's mind, his heart can't calm down, he is hesitating, whether this is illusory or real.

This is very important to Xin Lan.

But in his heart, he didn't have much feeling about this place, and vaguely felt that this place was not like a world, because the starry sky here was different from the original starry sky.

Every night, in the sky, the stars are dotted.

When he arrived here, the sky was full of black, and there was a deep loneliness in it, showing it from the earth, and here, there were people he was impressed with, there were masters and people who knew him, but there was no one.

That's the woman he's always liked.

Ouyang Xue'er

The lonely world, with his life, has spent decades, and now he has met Ouyang Xue'er, in the future life, he doesn't want to go alone alone...

He wants to follow Xue'er and go all the way on a snowy night...

They're going to go down together until they reach the white head...

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]