My Private Marvel System

Fang Tuoye knew that the calculation was wrong, and he had no way of knowing what happened, but at least it could be judged from it that Dole's identity could not be calculated. Tomato△□☆Small△Speaking Netw-w`w-. -f`q-x-s`w`. `c`om

Suddenly, Fang Tuoye felt a panic of fear, and the whole body was cold, followed by a strong killing intent.

Li Ya, who was struggling with a heart-wrenching heart, almost disappeared, raised her head gently, looking into the depths of the tomb, her eyes were complicated, surprised, happy, surprised, puzzled, and more confused.

"Sure enough it is you."

Only she could hear this whisper in my heart.

The air column bursting with thousands of magical powers and shining in its entire body is like a jade dragon driving straight forward, like a bamboo, hitting the weakest point of the restriction in one fell swoop, and a real and illusory gap in the invisible space ahead, Dole Flashed with Xianluo's figure, and arrived at the opposite side at the same moment. The two looked at each other and smiled, and they silently kept silent.

At this moment, Xiaoyan just rushed in from the gap to chase the little monk with a helpless look. Seeing this scene, his face swept away from depression, winked at Dole, quacked, jokingly said: " Dole, great. So soon..., hey, you know. It's kind of like me back then, tut, good, good, and you can teach you."

The unobstructed Xiao Yan originally thought he could see a shy picture of a beauty, but Xianluo's flawless face was only slightly smiley, and his expression was as usual, and he did not show a half-shy expression because of Shi Cai's explicit words.

"Xiao Nizi is thin-skinned, pretending to be calm, how can I not see it as a veteran in love? I have to continue to work hard, and when this good thing is done, I have to ask Dole for a big red envelope. Anyway, we are also a matchmaker. Lord, isn't it?" Xiao Yan Shui Lingling's big eyes turned straight and gleaming, and he thought with joy.

Whether Xian Luo is pretending to be calm, only she knows.

Dole glared at the ghostly Xiaoyan. He just wanted to use his mind to make him less talk about these kinds of things that would embarrass the atmosphere, but suddenly he realized that a magical power he had previously deployed was destroyed. ○◇Tomato Xiao □Said the net www`w-w-. -f`q-x`s-w-. `Com's expression suddenly stunned, his face became solemn, and he said to the people in a deep voice: "They have chased me. Xianluo, Jingchen. No more restrictions are required, it is enough. Now I still break the restrictions, Xiao Yan For calculations, you are responsible for blocking prohibited attacks."

The three nodded together without any objection.

As for Feng Huafeng, who was sacrificed by Xiaoyan in the sky above, in the shield of the green wood Yang Qi, all his thoughts were lost at this moment. Kneeling and sitting in the protective shield, his head was deeply buried between the thighs, his hands were hanging down, his anger was gossip, his eyes were dull and dull, and he felt regretful in his heart.

You Xianluo and the little monk are responsible for dealing with the prohibition, and Doer is naturally under pressure. The most important thing is to let the nine phantoms display the "King of Wood" and fully absorb the Qingmu Yang Qi.

The group of people swiftly went down and broke through the restrictions. About a thousand feet below, he finally reached the end of the tomb passage. However, what appeared in front of Dole and others was a void of space, like a vast and boundless universe, full of mystery and unknown.

At this moment, bursts of terrifying yin wind filled with the power of evil, like endless resentment, like a raging sea, constantly struck fiercely from the unknown space in front, and the howling wind is like countless ghosts howling. , Cry out in grief. The horror is horrible, and it's numbing.

The dark blue wind, like a rhino in madness, constantly hits the light curtain that protects Dole and his party. There was a sound like a clanging sound of a steel knife violently slashing, and the entire ancient cyan light curtain instantly split a series of criss-cross cracks, and in a blink of an eye, it was about to shatter.

Dole was shocked, his eyes calm, and he raised his hands. The afterimages danced like crazy demons, and the mysterious and obscure laws came to pass.

A simple and unpretentious bronze small tripod, shot out from Dole's dantian, sacrificed in the air, and split into an emerald void about the size of a palm of a hand, but its small shape is extremely open and vast. The feeling of testing is like a real existence of the world, bursting out terrible energy fluctuations, overflowing with a mysterious power that seems to melt everything in the world into nothingness. Tomato Little □◇say☆net www`w-w-. -f-q`xsw. com

The emerald void is like an arrow drawn into a full moon, bursting out of a light curtain, tracing a semi-circular arc in the tomb passage, and crossing in front of Dole and others, the whole body suddenly shines, extremely bright, and blazing. , Like a gleaming emerald sun, blooming with endless brilliance, where the brilliance is shining, the raging wind and wind screams, as if being melted by flames, it instantly turns into green smoke and disappears into the tomb. During this, everything returned to peace.

This is the most mysterious Gui Heng one of the nine ways of Qi in the world.

However, the dark blue wind is endless, as if it will never stop, constantly blowing like a scourge. Although the power of the emerald void is mysterious, but after all, it is limited, and the light is getting dimmed, but at least it can sustain it again. a period of time.

"This is the wind of resentment. It is transformed by the resentment of the monks who have fallen in the "Fantasy Realm". The power will become stronger and stronger. Until the end, even the monks in the Nirvana Realm have to retreat. The void in front is " "Fantasy illusion", there is an ancient road leading to the mausoleum called "Shen Road", because the "shen road" is covered by the power of the illusion, so it is invisible. Even the monks in the world , I can’t find the "God Road" from it. You can only experience the baptism of the fascinating power and experience the "Three Thousand Illusion Realm". If you can get through it, you can enter the "God Road", but it's basically impossible. Lost, and thus be imprisoned in the "no sun prison", unless you reach the state of Nirvana, you will not be able to escape from it for eternal life and eternal life, you can only let the invasion of time, the body and spirit are naturally destroyed, and the wind of resentment is formed in this way. Nirvana Powerful people in the realm can rely on their own strength to force the "Shen Road" to appear. At the end of the "Shen Road" is the mausoleum. Therefore, the Nirvana Realm is the lowest threshold to enter the Tai Chi Emperor's Tomb. However, Dole You have the bamboo, as long as you let yourself fall into the dead and get lost in the "Three Thousand Illusion Realm", the bamboo will protect the lord on its own, and at that time the power of the lost gods will be removed and the "sage road" will appear. Even if you spend countless years in "A Thousand Fantasy Lands", it is only a moment in the outside world. It happens that you can also sharpen yourself. ▽w`w`w-.`fqxsw.com" Xiaoyan explained in detail.

After hearing this, the little monk frowned tightly, his eyes were full of dignity and worry, and Shicai once had a sense of consciousness. However, not only there was no manifestation, but the divine consciousness was directly obliterated by an extremely powerful unknown force.

The little monk did not question what Xiao Yan said in the previous paragraph, after all, he had just felt the terrifying power in it. But let Dole try the risk, he has to worry. Dole's life and death involved the entire Tianmeng world, and one person lost it. Countless creatures will be buried with them.

No matter who it is, there is a trace of fear and uncertainty about the unknown existence, no matter how supreme the existence is. It's all like this, it's nature, it can't be changed, but it's definitely not afraid.

Dole explored the void with his right hand, and the thin bamboo sacrificed above flew into his hand and strode forward.

At this moment, a Qianqian jade hand that was condensed like a beautiful suet jade suddenly came forward, grabbed his right arm and clasped his five fingers.

Dole stopped. Turning his head slightly, looking at the master of these delicate and beautiful jade hands, Xianluo.

She shook her head slightly, her peach-eyed eyes looking forward.

Dorr smiled gently, raised his left hand, patted the jade-white hand softly three times, and said softly, "Don't worry."

Her fairy body trembled slightly, and then let go of her hand. The corners of his mouth arc lightly, and the smile is no longer so shallow, touching.

Dole smiled, his heart warm.

Fang Yi set foot in the fascinating illusion. Dalton only felt that a stalwart force that seemed to shake the sky came in an instant oppressive, destroying and decayed, pacifying the world, the universe, the heavens and everything. He is in it, like duckweed in the water. The light boat in the sea rippled with it, unable to resist, it was as small as a mayfly and ant, and its mind was instantly overturned. ☆◇▽☆☆Tomato Novel Network www-w`w`． -f-q-x`sw. com

In the next moment, Dole was in an unfamiliar environment. Here was an exquisite and elegant wing room, topped by blue and white bamboo beams, and seven moon pearls inlaid on the top, shining all over, bright and bright. Zhu Hongyan pith wood floors are not stained, clean and tidy, showing ancient charm and elegance. The wall is white like a jade, simple and generous, elegant and clean. The wing room has a complete set of cabinets, cupboards, tables, tables, shelves, chairs, etc., all made of rosewood, without a color, original color, elegant, and engraved with a thread cloud Xiu Rui beast Zhen Ling pattern, The carvings are superb and lifelike, quite a bit ready to come out. Exquisite, luxurious and unique handicrafts can be found everywhere, such as phantom ceramic utensils, precious glazed glassware, exquisite purple beads and jade tea sets, willow wood carvings, golden brick colored diamond carvings, green bixiu bamboo carvings, etc., which are countless and noble. pressing.

At this moment, Dole, who was still observing the things around him, was suddenly picked up by a pair of withered hands with loose skin. The master of these veteran hands gently wrapped him with a piece of embroidery of Yunlong. He moved cautiously and gently, like a bong. The treasure, and faintly trembled.

Dole raised his eyes and saw that in front of him was an old woman with a dignified appearance. She was dressed in plain grey clothes with a kind face, like a bodhisattva, but her eyes were extremely red, and her thin, dry body was trembling slightly.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had become a baby.

This is the illusion.

The old woman took a deep breath, raised her sleeves, wiped away the tears in her eyes, gently held the baby, shaking step by step three times, tremblingly walked to a wooden bed with lotus pink veil hanging, and put out her dry right hand. Pulling aside the light veil, hand the baby to a beautiful woman who is half-sitting on the bed and resting, with beautiful appearance and sad eyes.

The beautiful woman's face is pale, gaunt and weak, her look is sad, her eyes are red and swollen, her eyes are misty, tears are in her eyes, she stares at the baby's pupils like black pearls, and her pure white hands gently caress her facial features and her. There is an eighth similar baby's soft head, not a word, a thousand words can only be silent.

The old woman was silent, staying aside, not leaving or disturbing, her nose was sour, and her heart was sad.

The baby doesn't cry or make trouble, is abnormally quiet, staring at the beautiful woman, never blinking, just watching and watching. It wasn't until a drop of tears slipped from the corner of the beautiful woman’s eyes that the baby looked away, a pair of eyes with distinct pupils, looking at the drop of tears that fell along the beautiful woman’s pale face, and a small pink hand, freed from the beauty and stretched out Xiang Meifu's face seemed to wipe away the hot tears.

At this moment, the beautiful woman was crying and crying, shedding tears, shedding tears, tears gushing out uncontrollably, as if she would cry all the tears of her life until the tears dries, until the blood runs out.

She was holding the baby, not daring to use force, and gently placed the baby's head on her shoulders, just like this presumptuously crying, choking, sobbing, body trembling, heartache.

The baby, who was snuggling tightly in the arms of the beautiful woman, started crying, babbling, and crying.

The old woman had deep red eyes and couldn't bear it, she paced away, closed the door, and stayed outside, desperate and gray.

For a long time, in the wing room, there was a sad, sorrowful, and angry whisper of the beautiful woman: "Gu Ma."

When the old woman heard the sound, her body trembled like a leaf whirling in the wind, her face was earthy, she opened the door, walked in, stumbled, and walked in front of the bed, shaking her hands and pulling away the light veil.

The beautiful woman is holding the baby in the splendor, her eyes are dull and dull, her face is dull, her tears are still wet, her eyes are still red, but her heart is dead.

The baby's eyes were closed tightly, his face was purple, his neck was black and blue, and he died.

The old woman couldn't bear to look at the baby, turned her head, and tremblingly said: "Miss, give the young master a name. When entering the earth, the old slave can also erect a monument for the young master. This child has a hard life, but he should not be raised. "

The beautiful woman lowered her head and looked at the baby in her arms, crying to herself, and said sadly: "Call Dole. Don't return, don't be obsessed, don't get lost, you will have a long life."

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Back to the moment Dole had just entered the illusion.

The main mausoleum is in the depths of the tomb of Emperor Tai Chi.

Under the treasure roof at the end of successive Shintos, at a depth of nine thousand feet, in a simple tomb less than 100 square meters, there is nothing in it except an ancient coffin built of unknown bluestone in the center. Other things, even the four walls are not carved with stone patterns. If it weren't for an ancient coffin that was four feet wide, one feet long, and three feet high, it didn't look like a tomb at all.

The simple tomb is filled with a mysterious, ancient, noble, and unpredictable immortal power. There is no time here, just like an eternal nothingness, and the space is infinitely expanded, endless, without boundaries, similar There is a country in a dust, and then the country is born, and it goes back and forth, infinitely large.

Buzzing...

The ancient coffin was carved with the sands of the Ganges River on all sides, like the pattern of the most primitive trajectory of heaven and earth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this moment, the ancient coffin shook violently, and the coffin lid was engraved with a domineering man in a dragon robe. A corner of Xiongzhi Tiangong, knocking down the mortal dust.

Kaka...

The coffin that carved this historic scene that shocked the heavens and the world slowly moved away. A man with strong facial features, gazes like electricity, majestic look of the world, with the aura of the emperor, wearing a golden dragon robe, embroidered The stalwart middle-aged man embroidered by Wanzai's nine-clawed ancestral dragon sat up from the ancient coffin. He didn't see any movements. The next moment, he stood outside the coffin.

A middle-aged man with heroic appearance and extraordinary eyebrows waved his big sleeves. In the void, a mirror image appeared, and the picture was an elegant and noble wing.

The middle-aged man's eyes are like stars, looking at everything born in the mirror. After a while, the corner of his mouth smiles slightly, and he mutters to himself: "Yes. Use the "real me" to devote himself to the "phantom me" without interference , "The real self" follows the "illusory self", seeing the floating life as a dream, not a dream, non-existent, but also real. What a "my heart is truly illusory", experiencing the things of the past again without a trace of thought I want to change, despite the wind and rain, for thousands of years, my heart stays still." (To be continued.)