The black knife is cut off.

The immortal golden light in the darkness slowly loses the light...

At this time, the face of the blue sky was pale, and the lamp had already been withered, and the whole person was crumbling.

Did it succeed or fail?

The final picture suddenly shattered, he did not see the result, but it seemed to be a failure.

By the time he came back, consciousness had returned to the real world.

“Or failed?”

The sky is empty, eyes are empty.

At this moment, a small black needle penetrated the endless darkness, from the darkness of the dream to the real world, and was shooting at him.

He immediately felt the breath of death, and his heart was horrified.

Mysterious black needles come to the real world?

How is it possible?!

How do you stop yourself?

When he saw the black needle, he found twelve faint mist around him.The gray mist is swirling around him, and it seems to be a big bronze bell for him to resist the mysterious black needle.

When the black needle is shot at the big bronze bell, a small sound is made, and then it is powerless to fall.

However, it exuded a terrible power, which brought devastating disaster to the mountain, and the whole mountain was crushed by it.

Then the mountains fell.

When the mountain was suddenly eclipsed, it seemed to lose its soul.

Whether it is people or flowers and trees, they are destroyed in an instant.

He looked at the gray world and felt a dead silence without a soul.

Then a breeze blew away from the distance.

The people in front of him, turned into flying ash, the flowers on his body, turned into flying ash, the stone in front of him, turned into flying ash...

When the mountain is turned to flying ash.

Everything becomes false.

The soul trembled, and there was a great sadness in the heart.

And the twelve gray mist around him was even fainter and almost invisible.

How can I do that?

What happened?

His body was trembling violently, watching all this with sadness.

It's not true.

Not really...

He didn’t believe it, he was going everywhere.

However, when the mountain has disappeared, only a thin layer of ash is left everywhere...

Liu Dan, Bai Ning, Du Ming and others who have just talked and laughed with him no longer exist and do not seem to exist.

He stood there, sad and scared.

I don't know when, two drops of clear tears fell into the ashes, turning into turbid tears.

At this time, a fifteen-year-old boy, step by step at the end of the ash, came, wearing a robe of yin and yang, dragging a long black hair.

Yan Qingyian looked up and saw that the young Daoist was clear-eyed, his lips were red and white, and he was very handsome.

But the eyes are as deep as the stars.

Looking at those eyes is like being in the stars.

The young Taoist came to the void, stepping down to the lily, and every move radiated a charm, which seemed to merge with the heavens and the earth.

He came to Yan Qingqing in front of the three feet to stop, a little courtesy.

It seemed to want to say something, but in the end, nothing was said, just looking deeply at Yan Qingyin.

At this point, he pointed to the two tears.

In an instant –

He seemed to see a strange picture.

At the beginning of the heavens and the earth, a young man with long hair stood on the ground, pointing to the distance, and evolved everything...

Everything is growing.

Who is he?

When Yan Qinghe returned to God, he found that the mountains rose in the ashes, and flowers and plants were born in the mountains and plants.

He paused for a moment, and when he looked at God, he found himself standing on the steps.

Liu Dan, Bai Ning stupid and others are confused to look at him.

All of this is false...

But in the blink of an eye, he froze somewhat, and saw the mist around the twelve faint gray mist, almost faint to the invisible...

Is this true or false?

He could not distinguish.

At this time, countless colors were flying, there were Xiangliu Ruifeng flying, and Xian Rui fell from the sky.

Standing blankly in front of the mountain gate, Zhang could not bear to wait for the Taoist, saw the fairy come to the world, not surprised, and shouted excitedly: "The saint came into the world..."

“Welcome to the Saints!”

A priest bowed down.

When people look at the sky, do they really have a saint?

Yan Qinghang stood still for a moment, immediately looking for the figure of the young Daoist, just saw a back and forth.

When he looked at God, there was no back.

He still doesn’t know the real fantasy.

He didn’t know that so many things had happened in a short time...

“Are there saints who have come?”

Some people next to Yan Qingyang were surprised, and it was too amazing to see the Xiang Lin Ruifeng flying in the sky.

Liu Dan, Du Ming, etc., one by one, were stunned and couldn’t believe their eyes.

Bai thought foolishly looked at the sky Xianglin Ruifeng, and then looked at Yan Qingyin, is Mr. Yan really a saint?

If not, how does Mr. Yan's words lead to Liang Ruifeng?

Look up, is that the young priest a saint?How can we bring out the image of a saint?

Rui Feng is the image of a saint.

This "saint" does not refer specifically to Confucian saints, in fact, it means the same as the wise, the great, the most human, the fairy, and the gods.

At this time, he saw the spirit of countless immortals, a wisp, a bundle, rising in the mountain.

When the mountain, countless people were shocked by the holy elephant in the sky, one by one, they took out their mobile phones and filmed them, but the mobile phones could not shoot them, which made them stunned.

A phone call is crazy...

Countless people on the Internet said this thing, causing a lot of people to pay attention, but there is no truth, onlookers do not believe it at all.

However, when there are many people, it makes people curious.

“How can I not photograph?”

He heard someone next to him talking.

“Mr. Yan, is this this?”The fool asked with some shock, “Are you really a saint?”

When he wanted to shake his head in denial, he saw a picture flashing through.

In the picture, above the sky, there are countless golden and splendid temples, one by one, the terrible figure bows to the top of the mountain.

“To the Emperor—”

One by one, the powerful voice sounded, making Yan Qingyin's headache incomparable, and the soul was shaking.

The picture flashed so fast, he could not see what place, he could not see the people in the picture, only knew that it was on the sky...

Where is it?

Above the sky, on top of the sky!

At this time, he suddenly strode away, and the figure disappeared in an instant, leaving a shocked white thought fool.And others, one by one looking up at the flying flying in the sky, Xiang Lin Ruifeng, were completely attracted by Xian Rui, and did not see the flash of Yan Qinghua and disappear...

In the blink of an eye, Yan Qingyang appeared in front of the mountain gate and saw a group of Taoists bowing to the holy elephant, one by one, excited.

They seem to be the ones who are the ones...

When his figure appeared again, he was already on the golden roof of the mountain, and the spirit of countless immortals was flying between his fingers.

And when the mountain, it seems to have a soul, becomes different.

It seems to be a bit more glare.

“Ade, take.”

After Yan Qingyong received the spirit of the fairy, he seemed to understand something, and looked up at the sky slightly and said, "It should be given to the fairy edge by the mountain, come down."

As a result, countless pies fell from the sky.

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