Void Transformation

The dark clouds were rolling and thundering, but the intensity of the thunder was much greater than the oppression of the dark clouds. One flash was stronger than one flash, but there was no heavy rain pouring down.

The young Taoist priest who had been huddled up at this moment was swept up by the sudden gust of wind. He only felt a strong attack, and then the whole person flew up. But under this flight, it was closer to the sky and closer to the thundercloud, which immediately made the Taoist look even more nervous.

For a while, he actually forgot to run his internal power to resist the wind, and his figure flew out according to the original trajectory calculated by the small wind. It reached the apex in an instant and began to fall, but this Taoist priest was messy in the wind, even more embarrassed than the small wind at the time.

It's just that he is like this, but it's not like Xiaofeng had him help. With a muffled noise, there was an intimate contact between the body of the young Taoist priest and the ground.

However, if someone looked closer at this time, they would find that the Taoist priest had tears in the corners of his eyes. But this tear mark opened up two paths of clarity on his face black and gray. I just don't know if the tears were smashed, or because of other reasons.

"boom!!"

The thunder rose again, and the lightning fell again, but this time it struck a big tree that was no more than five steps away from the black robe and the wind. Xiaofeng was shocked when he saw this. He believed that if he had just been under the big tree, he would definitely have chopped this tree.

But fortunately, this thunder can be considered a bit of affection, and every lightning bolt descends, its target is the big tree next to own, not at himself. But even so, the sparks from the big tree just now still touched Xiaofeng's black robe a lot.

It's just that this black robe is made of unknown material. Although the flames are still burning with dead branches, it does not leave a trace on it, and Xiaofeng doesn't feel any pain.

"Um?"

Seeing that the exit was already in front of him, Xiaofeng's pace slowed down. Just because he thinks he has found the law of lightning, no matter how real the world is, it is only a simulation after all, so even if lightning wants to kill his alien, there will be traces to follow.

With this thought in his heart, Xiaofeng stood in a clearing with no trees, and at the same time ensured that the surrounding trees would not crush him even if they collapsed. Just stand at the exit, quietly looking forward.

At the same time, although thunder continued to sound, no lightning fell here. Xiaofeng felt even more helpless when he saw this, and cursed to the heavens whether he was deliberately against himself. Why does it seem that the opponent is playing against him, waiting for him to make the last move of Death.

"Humph.."

There was a cold snort from Xiaofengkou, because there was an old tree with crooked necks on the left and the right at the exit not far in front of him. If I just ran over, I am afraid that no matter which one of the lightning strikes, he will indirectly kill own.

And at this moment, I stopped here, and the lightning was not raging in his own area. Xiaofeng had reason to believe that perhaps he had violated some hidden rules. Or maybe, my own heresy in the East Continent was finally condemned by heaven. Regardless of the situation, what can now be determined is that this thunderstorm wants to die here.

Although he is a stranger, Death is not the end, but he can't die now. At the same time, Xiaofeng had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment because he had never died along the way. He didn't want to die rashly, so he stood still and looked at the sky with indifference.

Naturally, he had not thought that the world of the East Continent is more than martial arts Rivers and Lakes, or that the lightning at this moment is simply man-made. But after another thought, he left this funny idea behind, just because if someone really wants his own life, and he can control the thunder and lightning, he can just kill himself directly, so why bother with himself.

"Ugh.."

With a light sigh, Xiaofeng sat on the spot, thinking about playing the guqin. At the moment there is nothing to do, and Songshan’s affairs are approaching. From a normal point of view, it is a waste of time for myself to be trapped here. But if I think about it from another angle, why not give myself the opportunity to diligently learn? ?

Xiaofeng thought this way, and stroked the guqin with his fingers, but without knowing energy, without relying on energy, he played the Oulu Wangji song on his voiceless tactics. The truth of "no one, but hands-on" is valid no matter what kind of Realm.

The sound of the piano is long and thunderous, and the mood of the music is completely opposite to the environment, which seems out of place. However, Xiaofeng's mood became calmer. After ten breaths, the prelude was completed, but it was the first time to complete this song without relying on consciousness and mental energy.

However, just as he wanted to continue playing, his hands stopped in the air. But it wasn't because of something strange happening around him, but because he realized a problem, and that was that he had relied on the privilege of aliens for a long time, and only played the prelude.

In the follow-up, you only need to concentrate on adjusting the consciousness and mental energy to control the direction and details of the music, but never once is really done by yourself. Leaving aside Qin Xin, Xiaofeng's understanding of Guqin is actually just an insinuation. If he is not a stranger, the piano music he played may not have the same artistic conception as before.

The thunderous thunder at this time made Xiaofeng see the problem clearly. He was not worried but happy, and a rare smile appeared on his face. As soon as I thought about it, the first chapter of Taisu Qingyin Jue appeared in my mind. It was the first time I did not use the privilege of a foreigner to study it with my heart.

"Wow..."

It seemed that the time had come, and it seemed that the thunderclouds, which had lasted for an unknown period of time, had run out of patience, and finally it rained heavily. And with the sound of rain, without consciousness and the piano sound blessed by Mental Energy, it has long been unable to penetrate the forest, and even Xiaofeng, a piano player, cannot hear clearly.

However, Xiaofeng seems to have entered a delicate state at this time, pressing the strings with his hands is more like stringing the heart, and every finger is pressed, the sound of the piano is transmitted in his mind, very clear.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the little breeze sitting in the rain is still in a state of calmness. When the heavy rain came into contact with his black robe, it fell down like a solid, not only did not get wet, but did not even leave a trace.

This may be the only special feature of this defensive black robe for the Practitioner.

The small wind plays with stillness, while thunder and heavy rain uses movement as its momentum, moving and statically out of place, but the small wind that settles in the rain is like a watershed, which perfectly blends this movement and stillness. Although in the ears of others, they only heard movement, but did not see the slightest quietness, but for Xiaofeng, he had already broken through to another state of mind.

"Zheng..."

At this moment, there was a light noise on the guqin, and when Xiaofeng's finger fell, the mountain of the guqin suddenly cracked. But I don't know whether it was the work of this finger, or whether this finger became the last straw.

Among the seven strings, the fifth string slackened down, but the small breeze playing the piano seemed to wake up in a dream, and the moment his eyes opened, beads of sweat were on his forehead. Seeing that the guqin given to own by my brother collapsed again, a wave of helplessness suddenly rose in my heart, but I thought of the first guqin that was cut off in the bloody night of Chang'an.

"Oh... it's one step away."

Xiaofeng slowly got up and sighed, only because he had just unknowingly entered a mood. And although he didn't know what this artistic conception was, he could feel that he was only one step away from breaking through the boundary and entering the new one.

But just as he was about to take this step, the guqin on his lap had collapsed. It would be rescued if the strings were broken, but now Yueshan was broken, but it was beyond his ability. The face of Senior Brother Zhuang Zhuang flashed past in his mind, but then he walked towards the front, as if he had forgotten his previous worries.

Step by step, step by step is safe and sound, the heavy rain above the sky has exhausted the thunder and the thunder is no longer raging. It is only ten steps away from the exit of the woods. Xiaofeng strode forward, her heart was very calm, but at this moment she thought of the young Taoist priest before him.

"boom!!"

However, at this moment, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded, and then a flash of lightning in the sky, like a venomous snake still dormant, crashed towards the two old trees beside Xiaofeng. Lightning hit the old tree, the flames burst, and sparks splashed everywhere. But Xiaofeng's footsteps did not stop at all, and his sight did not change at all, completely ignoring everything in front of him.

If someone else was here, he would definitely scold him for being an idiot, seeing Mars shooting towards him without avoiding it, watching two old trees fall towards him without flashing. But just when Mars was about to hit his face, it was extinguished by heavy rain in advance.

But at this moment, the two old trees fell to the ground one after the other, splashing dirt on the ground, and the black robe Xiaofeng's figure suddenly disappeared into the hustle and bustle. But after half a breath, there was a slight suspicion, but it suddenly sounded out of the hustle and bustle.

"Um?"

Black robe Xiaofeng's head collided with the old tree that could no longer die, and the subtle mood before finally dissipated at this moment. He only returned to normal under the pain, but he seemed to be broken, and he didn't remember what happened after he got up.

At this moment, looking at the remains of the old trees in front of and behind them, they couldn't help being speechless for a while. For a magician, strength is his shortcoming, and how about agility? Now it's not a question of who to play against or waiting time, but if you don't want to do something, you will really be trapped here forever.

"Windball?"

Xiaofeng is not unusable, because he played the piano before, because he did not use the spirit and consciousness, so he unknowingly restored all the consciousness and mental energy, but he really didn't dare to use it at the moment.

Because this thing can only control the general direction, even within sight and time permitting, it can be judged that there is no external influence, and the general location. But this trick has a fatal flaw, that is, the uncontrollable decline.

For a person with martial arts, it may not be difficult to descend, and even if you have an intimate contact with the ground, you will not fall to death on the spot at this height. But for Xiaofeng, doing so is nothing more than suicide, because not only does he do not know martial arts, but he also has a very low level of being a magician.

However, at this moment, a familiar strange cry suddenly sounded from the horizon. Even though the thunderstorm continued, the voice was still clear. Xiaofeng was stunned when he heard the words, and when he looked up, he saw a strange black bird flapping its wings. Although it seemed a little unnatural in the storm, it didn't affect much.

This weird bird is just the one that spreads credit from the know-it-all. Xiaofeng didn't have time to think about why the know-it-all would pass the letter to him at this moment, but he knew he was saved, and immediately waved to the strange bird.

The strange bird flew over Xiaofeng, hovered for a while and then slowly descended, and threw it directly to Xiaofeng's bamboo tube. But for some reason, it looked at Xiaofeng with a bit of cunning in its eyes, but Xiaofeng could look at the look of people, but not the look of beasts, so naturally he didn't pay attention.

"Brother Bird, can you help me catch it?"

Xiao Feng moved towards the cupped fist of the strange bird, but the strange bird seemed to understand it, and quickly turned his head to look at the old tree on the side, then looked at Xiao Feng. Then he kept switching between the two, looking at this one, and then another, but in Xiaofeng's heart, who was only looking at, an unknown premonition spontaneously emerged...

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