The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 142 The Heart Is Two-Purpose (1)

Chapter 42 Splitting minds
Yi Meng dreamed that the tall old man and three people surrounded Fang Yunlong again, and Fang Yunlong was still arranging the formation nervously and with difficulty, shaking his body from time to time. Yunlong was seriously injured, and his mind was a little relaxed. He looked at Fang Yunlong with pity, and his heart was full of an unknown emotion, which seemed to be boundless joy and pain.

Suddenly, Yimeng found that Fang Yunlong actually smiled at himself when facing the tall old man and the other three people attacking him. It was still the charming and tolerant smile. His heart trembled, and he froze for a moment. , the tall old man and the other three disappeared, and Fang Yunlong also disappeared. Only the pair of wise eyes, the charming and tolerant smile and the constantly flipping hands were still vaguely visible, and Fang Yunlong The place where Yunlong was standing just now became pitch black.

Yimeng understood that Fang Yunlong's formation had been successfully arranged, and it should have been done just now to confuse them.Yimeng sat down cross-legged, put the Yaoqin on her knees, concentrated and calmed down, and began to play the soul-stirring, melodious and melodious sound of the piano immediately, the heart-stirring sound of the piano resounded in the peach forest, the Youyan Spring was falling under the ice, and the silver bottle burst into water The sound of the piano is like water, the night is as cool as water, and all the birds sing together, breaking through the silence of the eight hundred hillsides for a while, forming a beautiful movement.

The sound of the zither passed through a long time, and suddenly stopped, and the Taolin returned to silence. The silence at this time is just brewing the most violent ecstasy.Just when Yimeng was about to evoke the last note and end the soul-destroying, suddenly, a tall and straight shadow appeared in his heart. There was a round of applause and applause, which made Yimeng's heart tremble, and a mouthful of blood spewed out , sprinkled on the Yaoqin in front of him.

Yimeng was at a loss for a while, she understood that seizing soul is no longer seizing soul, but it is still seizing soul, just seizing her own soul.

In the dark night, among the continuous eight hundred hills, there is a figure advancing rapidly, but looking carefully, this figure is a bit staggering, staggering forward in the woods on the hillside, it is the one who was wounded and escaped Fang Yunlong.As Fang Yunlong advanced, he was thinking about the battle just now. If he hadn't successfully set up the eight-door array in the end, he might have been looking forward to crossing again now.

(End of this chapter)