The sound of "rolling" sounded suddenly, and the faint blue light that filled the room seemed to be frightened, and after it retracted back to the wall, the aura current that had been pent up for a long time roared out of the open crack, and another wave of piercing sound came out.

The light shone from behind Li Yangzhao and was blocked by his body, creating a long dark shadow covering his body, while Yun Luan and the jumper were standing behind him at this time.

"In a quarter of an hour, the lake will rise here, and it is not advisable to stay long, so let's get out quickly. Yun Luan looked at the scene in front of him, frowned, and walked in front of Yang Zhao and said softly.

Yang Zhao didn't pay attention to her, just quietly pondered the subtle changes between the prohibitions here, and it wasn't until Yun Luan said the second time in the same tone that he turned around and asked softly, "Hushui?"

"The town is in an eye of water, and when the tide goes and goes, there is always some water here. ”

Yun Luan said as he turned sideways and stretched out his hand.

If Yang Zhao's feeling is correct, Yun Luan seems to be very clear about the situation in this place, but Yun Luan's eyes are lowered, and his hair covers his face, but he can't see anything wrong.

Yun Luan seemed to unintentionally flick the black satin-like light curtain, picked up a few strands of hair and walked out of the light curtain, and then Yang Zhaohe followed Yun Luan and strode out of this secret passage without saying a word.

The light curtain behind him suddenly closed, splitting the inner and outer worlds, and Yang Zhaohe's jumpsuit didn't look back but just followed Yun Luan.

And Yun Luan was slightly sideways, but he kept stretching out his hand to lead the way, making a guide, when had Lian Yi and Yang Zhao seen Yun Luan's scene.

This moment. Yang Zhao understood that his relationship with Yun Luan had climbed a lot invisibly.

The moment he stepped out of the light curtain, Yang Zhao took a deep breath of the outside air, and in the night sky, the water vapor and the fragrance of flowers and trees were combined, faintly penetrating into his heart.

"If you don't get drunk with wine, everyone gets drunk, and if you don't get charming, you get self-obsessed......"

This cliché was lightly spit out in his lips, but Yang Zhao had a deeper understanding in his heart, and it was because of this. After spitting out these words. The strength of his whole body seemed to flow out with the words.

The huge body seemed to have only an empty shell left, and Yang Zhao sat down softly on the mountain rock, and then raised his head to look at the twinkling stars in the sky.

Yun Luan didn't mean anything. The jumpsuit also sat quietly in front of him.

In the silence of the night. Yang Zhao clearly heard the sound of his heart pounding. It's like drinking a good wine, more frankly, more like after the ultimate carnal desire. The debilitating pleasure of falling from the top.

But it's just like that.

Yang Zhao couldn't tell any more information.

Suddenly, a silent breeze blew, but it did not mean that it was soft and weak, countless terrifying breaths and unimaginable invisible edges, as the light wind dissipated, spread to all sides, easily catching up and then passing those hurricanes that were squeezed away by spatial deformation, and being the first to contact those living or inanimate things on the high mountains.

Whether it was the wild reeds or the countless grasses in the swamp, they were chopped up and turned into a rain of green flocculents, which were scattered everywhere with a loud noise, and the stones in the grass were also chopped up, turning into gravel the size of fingernails, which were blown by the wind in the water of the wetland like sharp arrows, knocking out the frogs and swimming fish hiding in the mud.

Then the frogs and the swimming fish were shattered, and the scales and fins were shattered, and the ground in the wetland was shattered, as if it had been turned seventy-two times by the industrious and stupid farmer, until at last the surface of the water was shattered, and the air was shattered, and it became innumerable light winds.

Yang Zhao felt this qiē, his mind was already flowing freely under the pleasure of fullness, diffusing into the infinite void, as if he could dance with the stars, what was that feeling?

He thought about it for a long time, and then he found an excellent description - the river rushed down, roaring and crashing in front of the embankment that had been locked for a hundred years, and the embankment was washed to pieces, and then spread over the whole land. How many houses, how many fields, how many cities, and how many lives have been destroyed......

But that is not within the cognition of the river, the river only knows that everything that binds it is gone, whether it is a dam or a river, it is meaningless to it.

It just rushed without scruples, ran over a qiē, expanded indefinitely, and made the land it passed through into a country of water, until it was tired and tired, and the thin water seeped into the ground and steamed up into the sky, and so on.

Yang Zhao's mind is this river, dancing wildly in the infinite void, when it stretches to a certain limit, it will also be tired, thin, and finally overflow clean.

However, just as the water of the same river will not be dried up because of the bursting of the embankment, the minds scattered into the void will reunite in a mysterious way, like the underground undercurrents converging, the steaming clouds and rain, and achieving a perfect cycle between heaven and earth.

In this realm, Yang Zhao only needs to care about the scale of the extension of his mind, all in this void that belongs to him, and the inexplicable mysteries.

The rest of the qiē have nothing to do with him.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to say lightly whether this was a real release, but the beating heart was breaking through the shackles with unprecedented strength, like a beast running wild in the wilderness, roaring loudly, and using his own energy to fill the entire heaven and earth.

It's a real letting go.

Yang Zhao knew very well that at this moment, he had already walked out of the grassland with his clothes.

At this moment, at least at this moment, he has nothing to fear!

He closed his eyes, and his mind was distracted into the void, and he was recovering slightly, and then he looked at Yun Luan and the one-piece clothes with a strange gaze.

Lian Yi felt Yang Zhao's gaze, glared and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zhao was stunned and said, "You ......"

"Well, you guessed right, our cultivation has been restored. Yun Luan nodded in response.

Yang Zhao nodded, thinking that this was the case, no wonder there had always been a feeling in his mind that seemed to let go.

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew again in the ocean ahead.

It seems that all the qiē is gone with the wind, and the rain also falls with this breeze.

"Where is this?" Yang Zhao asked, turning his head.

Yun Luan flicked the rain that came with the wind and said softly, "This should be the Arctic Sea." ”

Whether there is a limit to this world or not, they can't say for sure.

In the case of that high mountain, what is commonly referred to as the North Pole actually refers to the coast of the North Sea north of the vast grassland.

As for the vast North Sea, and what is on the other side of the sea, even those extraterrestrial demons who often come to the grassland have never received an answer, and these extraterrestrial demons also call this vague area the polar region.

However, the weather here is indeed a bit extreme, the climate is cold and cruel, everything is not born, and the sky is eternal day and eternal night, weird and magical.

And this place is the shore of the North Pole that those demons often talk about, a land of eternal day, and since the beginning of the world, hundreds of millions of days without night have been passed.

When Yang Zhao and the clothes were connected to the corridor connecting the space, it was the periphery of the polar regions, when the contrast between day and night was the strongest.

That is to say, when Yang Zhaogang felt that the sky was dark and the night was gradually rising, the sky gradually brightened, and it didn't take long for the sky and the earth to be bright.

This peculiar landscape made Yang Zhaohe, who had never been here, stunned.

Moreover, under the influence of the aura gathered from all sides, those stars where light and darkness coexisted have been dimmed to an unimaginable level.

Of course, this does not mean that those stars are more beautiful than what they see outside the sky, in fact, the stars in Yang Zhao's eyes at this time are no different from usual.

But the resistance caused by their sheer size is so strong that when the storm passes, what remains behind them is a storm raging high in the sky.

When those stars shifted, the power of the storm became even more terrifying, carrying two huge ice storm belts generated by flying ice particles in the sky, which were more powerful than any magic weapon, and even those stars themselves seemed to have opened a blue light screen to block the hurricane from the outside world.

And at this time, before Yang Zhao had time to admire this scene again, those stars seemed to move again, and these seemingly moving behemoths must also brake, otherwise if they moved in this way, the storm caused by the powerful shock wave would probably raze all the areas within a radius of hundreds of miles!

Therefore, at this time, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly connected, and those star cloud platform spiritual steps slowly shifted, and under the guidance of the aura qi, tens of thousands of yuan qi made a series of low explosions, discharging the energy accumulated in the long journey.

When the displacement of those stars was completed, Yang Zhao snorted in his heart: "It's dangerous." ”

And he set his eyes on the clothes and Yun Luan, but found that the two of them didn't seem to have any opinion on this matter, as if they had expected this kind of thing.

At this time, Yang Zhao's heart admired the two of them again, after all, their cultivation was also very high.

Moreover, Yang Zhao also had a deep understanding of this method of moving the stars, and in the forbidden comprehension, there was also a place for it, the name of this formation, Yang Zhao also thought about it in his heart, it was called "Star Shadow!"

The speed of the stars was close to the normal level, and the overflowing vitality could not be completely dissipated for a while, and around the clouds, it converged into a dense wave of vitality tides, rubbing against each other, rumbling thunder, and occasionally flashing electric light, the cold wind suddenly dispersed, and the cold rain stopped.

Yang Zhao didn't attach much importance to the so-called self-comprehension, he was very sober, and in front of those high-level cultivators, he had nothing to be proud of in the way of creating a zào formation.

If he was really complacent, he would have wasted the exhortation of his master and the various trials he had experienced in the previous ten years.

And his appearance, falling in Yun Luan's eyes, inevitably got another praise that was not shocked, and the impression of him became more and more profound. (To be continued......)