Chapter 240 Entering the sect

Plain feelings with endless sadness, thousands of thoughts are constantly flowing. Heaven, magic, humanity, love, and tears of heaven are all rendered with blood. Heaven asks where is the way back and where is the end of the world. With a kind of pain in my heart and a kind of shallow eyes with endless loss, I keep explaining that 'waiting is the best destination'.

A trace of crystal tears of snow came out of her eyes, quietly leaving a trace of indelible pain on her face. The suzerain looked at it with a sad trace of loss and sighed. An old hand lifted up, and a sea of deep space resided there, emitting a dazzling light, with a The twinkling of the silk starry sky seems to prove the incomparable friendship between them, constantly kissing the traces of life and changing the legend of fate.

Her heart couldn't help but be wet, the snowflakes fell, and two flowing colors fell from the sea of stars in her body, leaving no trace. Her pale face, the breeze could not brush away the traces of the years, and the once gorgeous beauty has now fallen down, and a trace of wrinkles are constantly spreading on her face. With that exquisite face.

"Well, why is this necessary?"

A hand shadow stretched out to take over the slowly falling snow, looked at her traces of paying for 'love', and then looked at the two elf-like children in her right hand constantly dancing in their hands, dancing like a streamer like a streamer, moving life, bright moon without light, jumping tirelessly, so selfless The dance spreads Zeng's glory and the incomparable and noble beauty under the starry sky. Now everything is just a faint and shallow wound. This may be the only unawaken memory worth remembering, but at this time it floats out and leaves a beautiful blessing for the sky, falling flowers and snow. At that time, I hope that the faint memory can evoke his once noble side. Maybe he is the son of heaven. Fulfill the dream agreement that she has never fulfilled.

"It's a pity that these two are such a perfect soul"

The frost of Bing**'s whole body is constantly melting and melting little by little. The ordinary face is faintly asleep, as if it has forgotten everything in the world and irretrivable memories. Zongzhu Chen Zhenzi looked at the teenager in front of him, and then looked at such a perfect soul and shook it. Head, a breath held the body of the sky, colorful and elegant, with fairy spirit, and the rainbow light constantly wrapped around the sky. The two souls and one soul entered the body of the sky by the suzerain using the method of anti-sky, and a low-level voice brought back the dawn of the world.

"Plug"

Countless laws kept entering Wentian's body, and a touch of sweat turned from the suzew's forehead into beads on the curtain and fell to the ground. The bean-sized sweat splashed a silky sound on the ground, playing a beautiful movement for this success. Time was like a tireless child running non-stop, a boo The sound emanated from the patriarch's mouth.

"Finally succeeded"

An old and dry hand kept wiping the water-like sweat on its forehead, looking at the whole body of the teenager hanging in the air, and the breath of the silk road kept coming out of Wentian's body and wrapping his body, spreading confused in the air, like a beautiful young man. The woman kept dancing the melody, and the touching heartstrings kept playing with her heart. At the same time, a figure made the suzerain, who had been calm everywhere, stunned at this time.

"This is floating... Is it snowing?"

The white clothes wrapped the perfect delicate and graceful figure, colorful rendering, and dazzling, making the original beautiful snow more attractive. A broken song made everyone intoxicated in that dream. It was beautiful and beautiful that people could not be described in words. The most touching melody in the world It was danced. The two figures constantly spread everything that did not belong to this world in the body of the sky. Under such perfect edification, the Silk Avenue gradually approached the two doomsday soul breaths. Three thousand avenues, everything returns to the mystery, the thoughts of the strong, the most dazzling blood, the dark breath, all of this is only to create the existence of a strong against the sky. However, at this time, the soul wrapped in the three thousand avenues begins to slowly wake up, and a space with the soul as the world is born in the body of the sky, and there is a vast ocean in the space. , you can't see a little land, the waves are surging, and the waves are pouring forward one after another. Everything is so illusory that there is no real existence.

"Plug"

The long silent eyes opened at this time with the murmur, as if they were saying that I was back. Suddenly, an old face kept coming in front of the sky, and from time to time:

"It's really handsome"

Those inexplicable words made the newly awakened monk look at the old man in front of him helplessly dancing the original huge body in front of him. After a song **, Wentian came out of the ice** and looked at the cold breath in front of him without a trace of warmth. The ice bed, Bai Si's fingers felt in that cold world, but the original bumpy place was so soft and lubricated in Wentian's hands. That feeling is really unforgettable.

"Old man, why am I here?"

Looking at all this puzzledly, the patriarch looked at the teenager in front of him with a faint smile and said:

"A woman saved you. I just helped her fulfill the wish in her heart."

The sky is rendered, the atmosphere of the road is full, and the eternal life is destined to ask the sky. The road is extremely bumpy and unpredictable future, which makes the heart of the sky feel a lot. Looking at the road of life that is getting farther and farther, there is only a sigh of gratitude in my heart, and a word that makes the suzerain extremely depressed is asking the sky. Slowly spit out in the mouth:

"Can the old man tell me where the woman who saved me is now? The younger generation wants to thank her in the future"

The originally ordinary voice made the suzerain hesitate a little. He frowned and looked at the sky, but his heart kept sinking down and chose to hover in his heart without saying anything. If the little guy in front of him could get those two things, but no one had ever got them since ancient times, if he said Whether it was motivation or gratitude for him, Wentian looked at the old man standing there completely lost his soul at this time, and suddenly the long-lost voice remembered in Wentian's ear.

"If you feather in the future, remember the road of heaven and make a living."

A pertinent word was sanctified in Wentian's mind, and a new understanding was born leisurely in his heart. Suddenly, a trembling soul set off waves in his body. A trace of unutterable feeling spread in his heart. A kind of missing nostalgia was remembered in Wentian's heart. At this time, he could only use sloppy His head is constantly recalling, eager to find a clue. The reality is always so cruel. His mind is blank, and he can't lift the yearning pipa. He is gradually moving away. Life has never been a last road.

The passing time, the teenager at his fingertips flows like the wind and falls like love. In five days, he asked the sky to be familiar with the environment here, the top of the mountain peak, the nine sword sect of the world of the nine swords in the world, the autumn seasons fall, and the leaves are yellow and withered. This is also why he was accepted by the patriarch Chen Zhenzi today. For the first time since I came to Qingfeng, the top of Qingfeng moved with the wind, the wind rises and clouds, and the scenery of the sunset can be seen at a glance. With the feeling of coming here and looking at the rolling mountains, the withered yellow branches and leaves are constantly dancing like a roar of the wind. The melody in my heart is constantly accompanied by the dance. Spreading his feelings, the sunset, and a round of dusk kept printing the dim light with his dim light, making the original dance more exquisite.

The green peak that stopped at his feet seemed to hold it because of the endless darkness. Once there was glory, and the picture had quietly changed color at this time. A woman came out of the ice bed, walked across the broken bridge, and danced in front of the sky. The increasingly clear feeling made her heart burst into her heart. A wave. The soft silk scarf covers the face, the white skin, the slender fingers, and the cheongsam as white as the wind and snow, like a beautiful butterfly dancing constantly. The fastened heartstrings are constantly ringing in the heart. A wave responds on the road to heaven. The traces of time scratched, leaving no footprints, without a trace of emotion. He took away the footprint that did not belong here. With the return of the shadow, the dark moment was coming, and the sky without the consciousness of returning silently waited for a new dawn.

In the most secret place of Jiujianzong, there is a shadow frozen in the glacier. The cold breath constantly attacks the incomplete soul in her body, as if to melt away the heat emitted by the collision of the soul in her body. What a cruel thing for her, but the breath of life is still. At that moment, there was no trace of memory, and the still space and time did not flow, which made the original cold space more silent and sad.

"Child, do you know? Wentian has become a disciple of Jiujian Sect. I believe he will save you soon. The child has really worked hard for you."

With a trace of noble breath, a woman stood in front of the glacier and looked at the peaceful figure inside. She and she both had an angelic appearance and a devilish figure, but now they are recalling the past. All of this will become memories. Bubble memories take away not only that time, but also that moment. Like passing by.

Everything is so sad and helpless!!!

Please, flowers, tickets, collect, complain!!!