My Private Marvel System

Fang Tuoye knew that the calculation was wrong, and he had no way of knowing what was going on, but at least it could be judged from this that Dole's identity could not be calculated. ⊥,

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.

Thousands of magical powers exploded and the shining air column of the whole body was like an emerald dragon driving straight in, like a broken bamboo, hitting the weakest point of this restriction in one fell swoop, and a real and illusory gap was cracked 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, Xiao Yan 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, and joked: " Dole, great. So soon..., hey, you know. It’s kind of like me back then, tusk, good, good, and the ruts can teach."

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 and pretending to be calm. How can I not see it as a veteran in love? I have to continue to work harder. 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.

Is Xian Luo pretending to be calm? Only she knew it.

Dole glared at the ghostly Xiaoyan. He just wanted to use his mind to stop him from saying such things that would embarrass the atmosphere in the future, but suddenly realized that a magical power he had previously deployed was destroyed, his expression suddenly stunned. Get serious. Shen Sheng said to the people: "They have chased them. Xianluo, Jingchen, no more restrictions are required, it is enough. Now it is still up to me to break the restrictions, Xiao Yan will calculate, and you are responsible for blocking the attacks of the restrictions."

The three nodded together without any objection.

As for Feng Huafeng, who was sacrificed by Xiaoyan in the sky and in the green wood Yang Qi shield, had already lost all thoughts at the moment, kneeling in the shield, his head buried deep between the two strands. His hands fell down, his anger was like 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 pressured. 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 quickly went down and broke through the restrictions. About a thousand feet below, he finally reached the end of the tomb passage. but. What appeared in front of Dole and others was an empty 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 the evil spirits, like endless resentment, continued fiercely from the unknown space ahead, like a raging sea. The howling wind is like countless ghosts howling and howling, screaming in grief and anger, horrifying and numb to the scalp.

The dark blue wind is like a rhino in madness. Constantly hitting the light curtain protecting Dole and his party, there was a clanging sound like a steel knife violently slashing, and the entire ancient blue light curtain instantly cracked criss-cross cracks, in a blink of an eye , Is about to break apart.

Dole was shocked, his eyes calm, raised his hands, the afterimages danced like a madman, and the mysterious and obscure law was touched.

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 the real existence of the world on one side, with terrible energy fluctuations erupting, and a mysterious power that seems to melt everything in the world into nothingness.

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, it is limited after all, 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 fell 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 " "The illusion of the illusion", there is an ancient road leading to the mausoleum, called "the road of the gods", because the "road of the gods" is covered by the power of the illusion 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 "Sunless 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 the years, naturally the body and spirit are 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 "Thousand Fantasy Realm", it is only a moment in the outside world. It happens that you can use this to sharpen yourself." Xiao Yan explained in detail.

After hearing this, the little monk frowned tightly, his eyes were full of dignity and worry, Shi Cai had once issued a divine sense. but. Not only was there no discovery, but that divine consciousness was directly obliterated by an extremely powerful unknown power.

For the words, the little monk did not question, after all, he had just felt the terrifying power in it, but he had to worry about letting Dole try the danger. Dole's life and death. Involving the entire Tianmeng world, one person is damaged, and countless creatures will be buried with it.

No matter who it is, there is a trace of fear and uncertainty about the existence of the unknown, no matter how supreme the existence is, this is the case. This is nature. It cannot be changed, but it is by no means 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, he looked 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. Half a moment, let go, and the corners of his mouth arc slightly. This smile is no longer so shallow and touching.

Dole smiled. Warm in my heart.

When Fang Yi set foot in the fascinating illusion, Dalton only felt that a stalwart force that seemed to shake the sky was oppressing in an instant, destroying and ruining, calming the world, the universe, the heavens and everything. He was in it, like a duckweed in the water, a light boat in the sea, rippling along with it, unable to resist, as small as a mayfly, an ant, his mind was instantly overturned, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know why.

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. The soft hair of a baby with eight-point similarity, without saying a word, can't say a thousand words, can only become silent.

The old woman was silent, staying aside, not leaving or disturbing, her nose was sour, and she felt 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 the baby was breathless and 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 the heavens and the earth. At this moment, the ancient coffin shook violently, and the coffin lid was engraved with a domineering man in a dragon robe, with a single hand like the sky. Take a corner of a Xiongzhi Tiangong and knock down the world.

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 star-like eyes looked at everything that happened in the mirror. After a while, he smiled slightly and said to himself: "Yes. With the "true self", he devoted himself to the "illusion me" without interference. , "The true self" follows the "illusory self", seeing the floating life as a dream, not a dream, non-existent, but also real. It is a "my heart is truly illusory", experiencing the past again without a trace of thought I want to change, despite wind and rain, for thousands of years, my heart stays still." (To be continued.) u