025 Goddess

Yang Zifan touched the white beard air mass with his spiritual sense. They moved randomly and grinned, as if they were completely unaware of the invasion of foreign objects around them. Yang Zifan thought they were fun like this, so he followed the chain. At this time, a large black fog stood in front of him, and Yang Zifan was able to see clearly that there was another world in that large black fog. The white beards jumped down with their eyes open, and the black fog immediately surged up to cover their eyes, so they followed the falling posture into chains, which were connected by the black fog, forming golden thunder and lightning.

This is a surprising discovery. Yang Zifan doesn't know if anyone else has seen such a scene, so he wants to see where the world behind the black fog is.

With this idea, Yang Zifan crawled more boldly towards the black fog. The black fog did not seem to notice him and continued to do his work.

Yang Zifan climbed and climbed. I don't know how long he climbed. The emptiness after the black fog was in front of him, but he walked for a long time, up to a thousand years, ten thousand years. He felt very tired and should stop, but there was a deep desire in his heart. He walked for a long time, and finally climbed onto the black fog and saw the sky behind him.

The white clouds and the magnificent palace were right in front of him. Yang Zifan was shocked. A huge sun rose slowly from the eastern ground, shining gold, and arrived at the top of the sky in a blink of an eye. Yang Zifan was shocked and thought that the sun was going to set. He quickly hid in the bushes beside him. Only then did he see that it was not a sun at all, but something like a sun boat.

He quickly followed, and the thing fell into the palace on the western hill. Yang Zifan saw that the highest place at the end of the palace seemed to be a roulette-like thing slowly rotating, and there were four colors of blue, white, gray and black on the roulette. Yang Zifan was curious and quietly walked to that direction.

Suddenly, a team of people and horses came in front of them, all golden-armed halberd. Yang Zifan secretly said it was terrible and wanted to hide aside, but the pair of people and horses were really caught off guard and bumped into each other.

But a more strange scene appeared. They didn't notice him. Yang Zifan felt incredible and touched their armor with his hand. They didn't feel it and went straight to the north corridor.

Yang Zifan laughed secretly and strode to the high platform. He met many guards all the way, but none of them could find him. In this way, he soon walked to the high platform.

The high platform is located at the highest part of the palace, more than a hundred feet high. It is built of a white unknown stone. It goes up the steps, as if walking in the clouds and fog. After walking for a long time, he stepped on the top of the platform.

When he saw the thing on the high platform at first glance, Yang Zifan felt that all the buildings in the world were gloomy. Countless gears are connected and linked, moving in an orderly manner, forming a wheel that almost covers the sky, with four balls on the wheel. Each has a unique color, blue, white, gray and black. The luster of the four colors is drawn from the ball like silk, floats into the air, and is intertwined with other colors to form various colors.

The glow, colorful clouds and fairy music are mixed among them. The rotation of the wheel and the rotation of the gear in the wheel reflect the world.

Everything turned into a vast area in Yang Zifan's eyes, as if this wheel is the world, the world is the roulette, and there is nothing else in the world.

In front of this thing, Yang Zifan was shocked as never before, and there was an indescribable excitement in his heart, which made his body begin to tremble, which was a reasonable trembling.

"It turns out that everything I have realized is just a vast feather." Yang Zifan said to himself and looked up. The changes and fate of the stars were in his eyes, but no matter how hard he looked at them, he couldn't remember one of them. On the contrary, what he knew in his heart became more and more chaotic. The only thing he remembered was that he realized the vitality of the world.

He felt irritable and simply lowered his head and didn't look, but the corners of his eyes saw someone else on the high platform at the moment when he lowered his head.

The man looked at the sky, and his dark hair danced in the wind like a dream. Yang Zifan didn't know who she was, but he was deeply attracted by her hair. He boldly walked over and walked to her.

There is an indescribable face on the white feather-shaped windbreaker. Yang Zifan didn't know what to use to describe the woman's feelings for him.

Like rainbow, like lotus, and like orchid. Half a round of clever nose has its own coldness on its face, but the slightly upturned light lips add a little more arrogance to this coldness. Arrogance and coldness are perfectly inlaid together under the winding of the carefully drawn eyebrows. The dark eyes under the eyebrows looked at the sky, confused and puzzled, but unconsciously showed suffocating charm, and under the cold, the proud and delicate face, it was just the right softness. It seems that her pride is what she deserves, her coldness is doomed, and everything she deserves.

"Goddess, this must be a goddess."

Yang Zifan's cold heart for a long time moved. He subconsciously reached out and held a few hairs, and the faint smell of Lanzhi was in his nose.

Her eyebrows bent, and the confusion in her eyes dissipated. She lowered her head, looked sideways, and said vigilantly, "Who?"

Yang Zifan was shocked, and his hair spread out of his hand and flew three feet. Recalling his behavior just now, his heart beat wildly. The woman looked around warily, with coldness in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Her eyes stopped in front of Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan thought she was cheating, causing herself to make a sound and fled to the left. The woman's eyes flashed, and her bare hands grabbed them out horizontally, and her skin was blown and her fingers could be broken.

A sudden strong wind fell on the stage, and a large amount of rain poured down the air, pouring Yang Zifan all over. The rain hit him and poured out his outline.

The woman took a picture of Yang Zifan and flew up, and her slim body drew a beautiful shadow on the high platform. It can be said that the murderous spirit is strong, but under the beautiful appearance, it makes people unable to resist at all.

Yang Zifan looked at it in a daze and didn't know how to dodge, let alone how to resist. He could even see the sharpness of her slender fingertips cutting through the rain all the way. Enter the body.

He thought there would be pain and he would die under this move.

The palm of the hand passes through the body.

The rain broke and the wind stopped.

The high platform is like midnight, no longer silent.

The wheel in the sky has continued to run since ancient times, and various light spots floated in the air like snow, falling on the two people with a "wave" sound.

rupture, crush, fade away.

The woman in white was annoyed to find that her cultivation could not have any effect on him, which made her more angry. Her current action: her face happened to touch the man's lips. What's worse, the man still stared at her as if he didn't know. The clear eyes reflected a proud place in her chest. Although she was separated from her clothes, she was very embarrassed to be stared at, which almost made her crazy.

From childhood to age, who saw that she did not lower her head, and who dared to look at her so boldly and naked, this is an insult and unacceptable insult. She suddenly stopped and returned, flashed five feet away from him, tightened her windbreaker, and wrapped her graceful posture. Cold word by word.

"Today you will die on the star platform."

Yang Zifan's brain had been in a dull state. At this time, he woke up and found that his body was just a virtual shape and was not hurt at all. He looked at the woman's cold eyes and didn't know whether his current situation was good or bad. He quickly shook his hand to explain, but he suddenly found that he had said something There is no sound.

When the woman saw him talking but silently, she became more and more angry, thinking that he was despised herself. How could the most beautiful self in heaven be treated like this?

Yang Zifan saw that the momentum was not right and subconsciously used the magic formula. Unexpectedly, it was useful. Her figure disappeared on the star platform, and the face of the woman who was about to be embarrassed was blue and red. The man actually slipped away under her eyelids. She could no longer stand the series of defeats in front of the man. That face was firmly remembered in the depths of her mind.

Yang Zifan, who escaped, did not know where he was at this time. He was surrounded by spinning gears. Recalling the scene when he had just met the woman, he would touch her hair with his hand, which was simply impossible to do. The other party's cultivation is obviously incredible, but it can't hurt himself.

"You will die on the star platform today." He recalled the last sentence of the woman said, and his voice left a shallow arc in his mind, which was beautiful and confused, but he remembered it, with the face of the world.

He shook his head and floated through the gears. He remembered the way back, but this was a place that created a catastrophe. I'm afraid there was something unexpected in the depths. He didn't want to miss this opportunity. So he left what had just happened behind and floated deep along the gap between the gears. The high platform on the ground was wide and I didn't know where the end was.

Floating on the high platform for a long time, he found that his body at this time seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, and he could effortlessly drill through the finger-sized gear gap, which was an interesting and disgusting thing. Thinking about the slender appearance of myself squeezing into the gears, it's really not very elegant.

Just as he was floating aimlessly, an elegant bell suddenly came from the high platform.

Yang Zifan quickly flew in the direction of the bell, which he had heard, which was a little similar to the Ningxin bell of Tianning Temple. He wanted to see what the bell was, but at this time, his heart suddenly jumped, and there was a loud shout from the dragon in his ear, and his eyes shook.

His body suddenly pulled back and returned to the dark fog. His eyes were dark and he actually felt the pain on his body. In the darkness, he hummed and wanted to wake up without any strength, and even his consciousness began to gradually fade away.

In vaguely, the voice of the empty sad master came from my ear: "If you want to save him, I'm afraid you will have to use my life's cultivation."

The mockery of the black knife: "Old bald donkey, if you don't save him today, I will save him. I think this boy is very similar to me. It will be seen when he is stained with magic."

Master Kongbei said, "Kuitian, you still honestly go back to the Buddha world with me. Today, the phaseless pagoda has been destroyed. It's useless for me to keep this body."

The black knife said, "Old bald donkey, if you want to go, you can go. What do you want to do? Ghosts know whether the Buddha world in your mouth can really accommodate me. If not, I don't have the power to die. Why don't you let me out and let me kill the world and grab the jade. You don't have to guard the jade here.

Master Kongbei said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. Let's leave the world jade to these descendants to deal with it!" There is a reason for the origin and death of fate. Isn't this little donor an ordinary person with a rhinoceros?

"No, it's not funny..." The voice of the black knife was a little helpless.

Yang Zifan's brain was shocked and he could no longer feel anything.

At this time, there is a light in the stone room on the ground of the phaseless tower.