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Nine Heavens Mountain!
Thousands of miles away, in all directions, hundreds of thousands or even millions of onlookers have gathered.
The dark crowd of people shook their heads, occupying an extremely vast territory.
Among them, there are mostly monks of the human race, and there are also monks of the Zen sect, and there are many people from the monster race, ghost race, and demons.
This battle is destined to bring an end to the old era, and a new era is about to begin. This battle is destined to collapse.
In Jiuxiao Shrine, Long Qiuxue had already dismissed all disciples.
This is a hopeless situation where there are ten deaths and no life. Long Qiuxue is not a cruel person, she has to leave a continuation of incense for Jiuxiao Shrine.
"Brother Bu, I don't want to go!"
Thousands of female disciples, all with fluttering clothes and beautiful faces, have no choice but to leave Jiuxiao Mountain where they have lived for decades, even hundreds, and thousands of years.
Liu Mengli was crying with pear blossoms and rain, she bit her pink lips tightly, and the corners of her mouth were stained with scarlet.
Bu Feifan looked at the woman in front of him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to gently caress her smooth and tender skin.
"Mengli, live well, you must live better than anyone else!"
Bu Feifan is naturally aware of Liu Mengli's feelings for Bu Feifan, but now that he is hunted down by the great sects of the heavens, he has nowhere to go, how can he express his feelings to such a pure girl?
If you confess your love, it will only increase the sadness of each other!
"Brother Bu, don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaogu, I can die, Xiaogu, I can't die!"
Long Qiuxue spent a lot of effort refining a mustard seed, which can even place living things in it.
Bu Feifan settles Xiaogu well, and Liu Mengli will take this mustard seed and accompany Xiaogu far away into the world.
"If one day, Xiaogu wakes up, you tell her that the luckiest thing in my life, Bu Feifan, is to take her as my apprentice!"
"If I still have the chance to be reincarnated in the next life, you tell Xiaogu, let me worship her as my teacher!"
After saying this, Bu Feifan turned around and left resolutely.
Looking at Bu Feifei's aloof back, Liu Mengli's tears couldn't stop falling.
Yes, it should be so!
There is a kind of person in this world who would rather die than lose!
The heaven and earth have been shrouded by many quasi-sacred energy, and Bu Feifan and Long Qiuxue are the focus of attention.
What the two of them can do is to let Liu Mengli leave with Hua Xiaogu, and the remaining disciples can go as much as they can.
Back in the ice palace, Bu Feifei sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.
Long Qiuxue on the opposite side did not have the despair when faced with desperation, only tranquility and tranquility.
"Ye Dieyi is guarding the youngest and best-qualified group of female disciples, and it is estimated that they can break through the blockade!"
Hearing Bu Feifan's voice, Long Qiuxue smiled softly, showing white teeth like milk jade.
"It's a pity that you have been firmly locked by the aura of the old man Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. Otherwise, I can help you escape!"
"There is a prehistoric power dormant in Xiaogu's body, but it can force the saint to investigate, but I?! It's just an ant, and the quasi-sage who carries the innate treasure can lock me from a hundred thousand miles away if he wants to!"
"So, I can't leave with Xiaogu, I can only pray that Mengli is safe!"
"I hope my death can make this turmoil pass as soon as possible!"
Bu Feifan talked a lot, worried about Liu Mengli, hoped that Xiaogu would wake up soon, but he did not have the fear of death.
"Play a song for me!"
Long Qiuxue smiled freely, stretched out a green jade finger, and tapped Bu Feifan's eyebrows lightly.
Bu Feifan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and took out the Fuxiqin.
"Zheng!"
The melodious piano music came out, this time Bu Feifei didn't intentionally control it, so the sound waves scattered in all directions.
Over the sky of Jiuxiao Mountain, a golden holy cloud filled the air, and in a blink of an eye, it has covered the land of thousands of miles.
The melodious sound of the piano, which contains the charm of heaven, spreads to the ears of all living beings.
"This is the holy level, no, this is a rhythm that is greater than the holy level piano skills, and this is Bu Feifan playing!"
Millions of onlookers fell silent at this moment, and even the strong of the Daluo Jinxian and the mighty of the quasi-sage realm were rarely silent.
The hustle and bustle is gone, only the melody with a long history is left.
"Bu Feifan is really amazing.??He has already become famous, and this old era has come to an end for him, and this life is not in vain! "
"I should have become a Confucian sage, but I acted against the sky, the law of heaven is intolerable!"
Some Confucian cultivator sub-sages were lamenting and sighing, mourning silently for the younger generation of Confucian cultivators.
Golden lotus was born in the void, and the golden lotus flowers were scattered one after another, making the world peaceful.
Accompanied by the vision of heaven and earth, a cold singing voice suddenly pierced into the sky.
"The moon splashes the galaxy, the road is long
The wind and smoke are exhausted, and the lonely shadow is dimmed! "
"Who told me to be extraordinary,
Who made me love and hate,
Later, I just broke my heart"
This song is not very loud, but it hits the softest part of every soul's heart.
Jiuxiao Mountain, inside the Ice Palace!
Accompanied by Bu Feifan's singing, a faint mist enveloped Long Qiuxue's body.
That was the sage's inspiration, and Long Qiuxue actually established contact with Tiandao again.
However, Long Qiuxue's willow-leaf eyebrows were tightly frowned, because it was difficult for her to understand the way of heaven.
Bu Feifan had already let go of his mind, and his singing continued to float.
"The fantasy world is empty, the grievances and grudges are gone
Give up enlightenment and bewilderment, the six dusts will not change! "
"Be angry and sad and mad
Is it a person, a ghost or a monster
It's just a devil's debt! "
"This song must be sung by Bu Feifan. It's rare, but it's not amazing enough!"
"That's true. Although our Confucianism cultivators have eight ways, this way of singing is too mysterious. No one has figured out one, two, three in this way of Confucianism and Taoism through the ages!"
Some Ruxiu sub-sages were discussing and whispering, and suddenly, the singing that echoed across the territory of a hundred thousand miles suddenly changed.
"Call out to the Buddha, and turn around without shore,
Kneeling one person as a teacher, life and death have nothing to do,
? Good and Evil Floating World, True and False Realm,
It is not clear whether the dust is scattered,
Difficult to break! "
That high-pitched singing sound is like a surging river, more like a sharp sword, almost piercing the sky of the prehistoric world.
"What's the use of this iron rod if I want it, so what if I have this change,
Still uneasy or melancholy, the golden hoop is on the head, I want to say it! "
In the world, except for the sound of the piano, except for the sound of singing, there is no sound at all. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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