Nightfall

A few miles away from the abandoned pavilion, Brother Two looked indifferently at the direction of the mountain. At that moment, the mountain suddenly disappeared, and it no longer exists either in the naked eye or in perception.

Chen Pipi stood behind Brother II, scratching his head in anxiety.

The Great Priest of Light and Master Yan Se, the two superpowers who have reached the top of their destiny, and may even have surpassed five and a half steps of super powers, can not be seen casually. In addition to the uncle Xiaoshi who once held a sword and cut it for decades The ups and downs are only a few of them. How can he not be curious?

Obviously there was nothing but wind and snow there, but Brother 2 still looked at it indifferently, as if to see clearly what happened there. His eyes were not full of brilliant light, but full of There is a very serious and right atmosphere of evils and evils, and the sight of the wind and snow and leaves are all frightened to avoid.

Chen Pipi knew that Brother 2 could see the movement on the mountain, and he rubbed his hands nervously and asked, "What is the situation now, Brother? Is there a fight? Sang Sang should be okay? Or I can't explain to the younger brother."

Brother II frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Shut up and look good."

Chen Pipi shut up immediately and thought with a grudge, how could he not look good if he couldn't see it?

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Master Yan Se took one thing from her arms and solemnly handed it to Sang Sang, and then explained a few words.

The bright priest looked at Sang Sang lovingly, put a waist tag gently in her hand, and then touched her head.

At this time, all the words are all last words, and the things explained are all aftereffects, but I do n’t know who actually said the last words, and who really will leave a lot of future things, which needs to be dealt with by Sang Sang.

Master Yan Se walked to the cliff and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The bright priest walked to the other side of the cliff and calmly looked at the rising sun in the snow.

Master Yan Se opened his eyes.

The bright Grand Priest withdrew his gaze.

Master Yan Se looked at the calm face of his old friend and suddenly laughed. He flicked the sleeve of his right hand and gently waved it. It formed a great symbol between intention and unintentional. Fu Yi was powerful and unspeakable. Tens of thousands of rocks are suspended from the ground, densely distributed in the air as if numerous huge frozen raindrops.

The slender fingers seemed to tremble slightly with red sleeves and the girl's sense of plumpness and tenderness, the mountain character moved.

The solid rocks of the mountains and the mountains fell down and roared down like a majestic rainstorm on a summer night. The bombardment hit the mountains, instantly making countless potholes among the hard cliffs and splashing the boulders covering the sky. dust.

The bright priest stood calmly in the rain of the sky and lifted his right hand over the top, as if the cotton jacket with the taste of hot and sour noodle soup and chicken broth was slightly shaken, and the magic was a masterpiece.

The tip of that pure white jade-like index finger ignited a divine light. The divine light did not radiate any power, but it was that pure and holy, and it was still shaking in the sky and rain of stones, but it did not extinguish.

The divine light that stretched to the sky could not be extinguished, and the stone rain falling in the sky do not reach the old cotton jacket on the old man.

The horrible sky and stone rain are still falling, and the splashed gravel is continually sinking into the stone rain again. It seems that when there is never a stop, the falling snowflakes have long been afraid to avoid where to avoid.

The stone rain in front of him suddenly slanted, unable to avoid.

The Haotian Shenhui, which lingered around the tip of his forefinger reaching into the air, suddenly brightened up, and it was extremely clear that the light that was suppressed by the stone rain and the snow to the dark cliffs, the flowers and trees and trees appeared in essence.

After Chaoyang has moved into the clouds.

The index finger between the cliffs pointing to the sky dome gave birth to a round of rising sun.

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Bright and compassionate and indifferent, gentle and powerful.

It is universal, it is everywhere.

Those who follow it will walk in the light, those who abandon it will walk in the darkness, and will be destroyed.

The stones between the cliffs, the grass between the stones, the flowers, the trees and the people under the trees are all overlooked by the light, so they are afraid.

The sky is full of stone rain.

So the snowflakes fell again from the sky and fell on the invisible rainbow barrier outside the mountain, turning into seven colors.

Master Yan Se opened his eyes slowly, feeling the purest light in the world, looking blankly at the thousands of snowflakes inlaid in Cai Xiaoli outside the cliff, and gently flicking his sleeves.

Dao sleeve crossed in front of him, like a straight line, roaring and breaking the wind, blowing all obstacles.

As the sleeves danced straight, the vague horizontal stone gap on the cliff of the mountain suddenly became clear.

The two muddy mountain roads among the trees in the mountain suddenly became hard. The mud softened by the snow melt instantly became harder than the rock, and the mud seemed to become a miniature river and mountain.

The dance of the sleeves is a horizontal, and the stone joints of the cliff are another horizontal.

The two muddy mountain roads that became great rivers and mountains are two vertical.

Two horizontal and two vertical.

Both.

This is the well.

This rune, made of mountain cliffs, spreads across the world, and has unabashedly begun to fill the surrounding bright lines to show its contempt, disdain and pride, because it is the most powerful well character.

The well is the system of sealing the fields, the well has the meaning of ancient etiquette, and the beginning of the well-known theory.

But the simplest and most powerful ideological meaning is simple line cutting, the kind of uniform and balanced cutting of space and heaven and earth.

The characters of the well descended on the mountain cliff, regardless of the size of the cutting lines, they went deep into the subtle places.

The unsteady rolling rocks between the cliffs are all broken into powder.

The grass and trees shrunk between the cliffs and shattered into powder.

The snow fluttering over the cliff is all broken into powder.

The cold wind that travels between the cliffs is all broken into powder.

Finally the cliff broke.

The omnipresent light also became dim due to the fragmentation of the space and began to fragment.

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This is the ultimate state of Master Yan Se's pursuit of Rune.

The character of a well between mountains and cliffs is truly indifferent, not only everything in the world, but even the space can be cut, which is tens of thousands of times stronger than the character of the well that Wang Jingluo encountered in the spring wind pavilion rain night.

Light always needs space to walk. When the space is broken, how should it be brilliant?

The bright Grand Priest looked at the countless thin and invisible lines in front of his eyes, and gave a deep sigh in the bottom of his heart, knowing that at this moment Yan Se finally stopped thinking about other issues and took the first step beyond the five realms ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The ability to make Haotian Shenhui dim or even broken and disappeared has exceeded Haotian's permission.

His cotton sleeves have been shredded, and the cotton that has sprung up has also been shredded by symbols. There is a brilliant light outside the skin of his arms, which has become thinner and thinner under the powerful well-meaning cutting, but he The bare arm points to the sky in the east, and the tip of the index finger burns with a bright divine light, which is extremely firm and persistent.

Perhaps it is such a firm attachment to the faith of light that touched the creator above the sky ...

If the bright priest understood, he looked at the clouds quietly, his deep eyes were crystal-clear, his old cheeks were full of moving tears, and murmured, "Thank Haotian for giving me strength. "

The sunrise outside the clouds suddenly flourished, and a huge force passed through the snow clouds, ignoring the broken space between the distance and the cliffs, and poured directly into his old body.

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(There is another chapter today.)