Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 28

Yun Mengzhou stepped into the corridor of death, but in an instant, he felt that the surrounding environment changed drastically, turning into a pale yellow plain, and standing in front of him was an immortal figure in black clothes and white hair.

In fact, the content of the third level is to enter the illusion of the long corridor, and fight with the soul with a little bit of spiritual consciousness left by Qianqiu Crouching before his death.

Wolongxing is a strange man in a difficult situation, with a strong foundation, he was rated as not inferior to Pingshan·Lian Emei by Kuanglong Yixiao.

He also has the ability of Taiyi's reverse calculation and prophecy. He wrote a century-old prophecy poem on Fulongbi, accurately predicting the century-old plans of Jianghu.

This third hurdle cannot be avoided, no matter whether it is flying into the sky or escaping from the ground, it is useless. The only way is to kill Crouching Dragon's spiritual consciousness head-on.

Yun Mengzhou has studied spells intensively, and his primordial spirit is also very powerful, but he has a shortcoming, that is, he still has some weakness in his mental state as a mortal in his previous life, which is not as strong as the characters in these plays.

But he still decided to do it himself, after all Lone Que is good at swordsmanship, if he accidentally died here, he would have nowhere to cry.

And Lonely Que doesn't have the aura of the protagonist, so there is a high probability that he can't really let Wolongxing's spiritual consciousness release water for him.

In the illusion, Yun Mengzhou bowed respectfully to Wolongxing who turned around, to show his respect for this senior with great ability and heart.

Crouching Dragon's spiritual consciousness doesn't seem to have very high intelligence, and he wants to make a move when he lifts his palms.

Yun Mengzhou hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, senior, don't be impatient. Yunmengzhou's force is low, and there is only a piece of Nai He Tian gifted to senior. I hope that senior will accommodate, so that junior can get what he wants, so he doesn't have to return empty-handed."

During the speech, Qing Shangqin appeared out of thin air, and Yun Mengzhou sat cross-legged, placing the Qin across his knees.

But what is amazing is that his body is three feet above the ground out of thin air, without any dust.

The first overtone pops out, cold and misty, long and long, like the tender spring buds on the branches of peach blossoms, or like the faint clouds covering the Qinhuai River under the misty moon, the feeling of fantasy and dream arises spontaneously.

But in the sky, in the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

The illusory sound of the piano is like the flying butterflies in Zhuang Zhou's dream, or the fragrance of yellow beams wafting from Lu Sheng's pillow.

Yun Mengzhou's fingertips were beating, and he didn't pay any attention to the movements of Wolongxing, completely intoxicated in his own world.

The sound of the zither was so weak that a gust of wind could blow it away, but it turned the crouching dragon's palm energy into nothingness, as if everything that happened now was really just a dream.

In this dream, there is the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the gurgling mist and rain, the lotus wind on the pond, and the fading smile.

In the hazy sound of the piano, everything is extremely vivid, as if it is close at hand, but the next moment it quickly goes away and becomes blurred.

Afterwards, the scattered sounds took over, and the light autumn atmosphere was smudged, seeming to be true and false, and if there is nothing, it is not.The fragrance of the red lotus root is lingering, and the orchid boat is lightly floating. In the slanting wind and drizzle, the black hair is scattered and the socks are wet.

But the sky, the flowers drift away and the water flows by itself.

It is the brocade book of Hongyan returned from the ends of the earth, and it is the moonlight in the west building that sprinkles the carved railings and jade bricks all over the place.

Yun Mengzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes moved, and the indescribable emotions in his heart flowed out through his fingertips.

The sound of the zither is continuous, the energy of the crouching dragon's palm is like a stormy sea, but the player of the zither is like an untied boat. Although the Nujiang River is full of strength, it can't help the light boat drifting with the current.

Whirling, overflowing, the sound of the piano flows on its own, but it inexplicably affects the heartstrings.

At this time, a press sound suddenly intervened, and the tune changed, becoming more intense, as if countless people were shouting, singing, and fighting for crossing!
However, if the sky is loving, the sky is also old.

Each of the strings seems to have turned into a mighty and majestic soldier, facing the storm without hesitation, rushing towards Wolongxing, forcing him to return his palms and defend himself.

However, how can one person fight against a million soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, his body is already dyed vermilion.

Where is the unrivaled King Xiang now?The endless Wujiang River flows.

The violent sound waves disturbed the whole world, and no matter where Crouching Dragon went to hide, he could not escape the pursuit of the piano sound until the end of the road.

But no matter how heroic the music is, there is an end. After the climax of the earth-shaking, the sound of the piano changes from generosity to vicissitudes, as if the Yangtze River is passing away and the hero is turning white.

But God, right and wrong, success or failure turns around.

A few degrees in the setting sun, the green hills remain the same, and a pot of turbid wine is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

Although the miserable man with frosted eyebrows and hair can predict the ups and downs of the world and see through the ups and downs of the world, he is finally defeated by the erosion of time and disappears in the ruthless river.

Wolongxing's face was aging rapidly, with wrinkles, sunken eye sockets, even the originally soft white hair became dry, and his figure shriveled and curved.

In the blink of an eye, the strange man who was originally in his prime turned into a dry little old man.

His palms became weak, his footsteps became vain, and even his vision became blurred, and the whole world was spinning.

With the last overtone, the piano music finally ends, and the lingering sound echoes in the world.

ended.

The two sighs coincided with each other, as if they had a tacit understanding.

Wolongxing, who had become an old man, looked at Yunmengzhou who stood up and saluted him again, but for the first time, he showed a shallow smile on his expressionless face, looking extremely kind.

"The lotus flower returns to the true, and the original is too empty. With your ability, you can prove the truth of my way. Unexpectedly, there will be times when I make a mistake. You are very good."

Yun Mengzhou hurriedly cupped his hands: "It's just hiding in the mountains and forests and not asking about the world of mortals. Naturally, it will not be known by the seniors, but it is the absurd praise of the seniors."

Wolongxing shook his head and said with a smile: "In any case, Qinzhong is firm in justice and cares about the wishes of the common people. I can feel it, so I can rest assured."

Then his face turned serious.

"The five great artifacts hide evil energy, they are infinitely powerful but will confuse people's hearts, they must be destroyed, otherwise there will be endless disasters, you should be careful."

Yun Mengzhou nodded firmly, and solemnly promised this senior who had exhausted his efforts for the difficult situation: "Please rest assured, senior, Yun Mengzhou will never use the magic weapon rashly and do anything wrong."

Wolongxing nodded with a smile, looked up at the blue sky in the illusion, and murmured leisurely:
Falling into the world by mistake for thousands of years, now returning to the old forest spring.

He has had little achievements in his life, and he calculated Taiyi Shi Daoxuan.

But sad that the common people are suffering so much, especially fearing that the long night dream will drift away.

Qianqiu Fulong passed on a fortune, worthy of Baishou's recommendation of Xuanyuan!
"I'm going!" With a long smile of Shi Ran, Wo Long Xing's body turned into a dazzling white light and went straight into the sky.

The next moment, in Yunmengzhou's farewell voice of "send off senior", the illusion ended.

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After entering the illusion, Yun Mengzhou's body lost consciousness and passed out on the ground.

Lonely Que had previously promised with a smile that he would protect his body, but in a blink of an eye he turned his back on him and slashed at his neck with a knife.

　Crouching Dragon: I have never heard such an ugly song in my life. This song is so terrifying. Even the five great artifacts are only mediocre compared to it. I slipped away

　　Yun Mengzhou: Has the current shortage of small theaters started spreading rumors?If you can't write it, you don't have to write it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)