The Legend of Futian Chapter 360: Fa Bells and Magic Birds
With the sound of the piano, Ye Futian's spiritual power blended into the falling snow and into the Tianshan Mountains, as if his spiritual power was everywhere.
At this moment, Ye Futian had a strange feeling, as if he had a clearer perception of everything between the world and the earth. His movements stopped and he didn't play the piano.
With his eyes closed, he felt this mood, the feeling that his spiritual power merged into the heaven and the earth. When his mind moved, the spiritual energy between the surrounding heaven and the earth resonated with the spiritual power, as if it were his spiritual mind. As a part of heaven and earth.
"Tianwei."
Ye Futian opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face. In the process of playing the piano, his spiritual power naturally broke through the shackles of the realm and entered the level of heaven. Everything seemed to be a matter of course, without deliberate practice. , To hit the realm.
The spiritual world also refers to the heavenly position as the harmony between man and heaven, the thought is accessible, the heaven and the man are one, it is for the heavenly position, the person who concurrently cultivates martial arts, the mage breaks the realm, and can also help the martial arts break the realm.
Thinking that Ye Futian temporarily stopped playing, now that he has reached this point, he naturally has to work hard to fully reach the level of heaven.
He began to practice boxing, with his hands and feet, the atmosphere was majestic, the opening and closing of the boxing technique, the surrounding space was shocked, the snow and snowflakes were shattered, and soon an invisible aura was formed around Ye Futian's body .
In the flying snow, Ye Futian occasionally heard the sound of the roar of the ape and the dragon. His fists were like a dragon, his strength was like an ape, and his body was like a peng. His body was faintly flowing with the emperor's temperament, like a young emperor. He practiced martial arts. When practicing boxing, the emperor's tactics are generally encouraged to practice and temper themselves.
Gradually, he was immersed in it, and the power of each punch became stronger, the invisible aura resonated with the surrounding world, and an invisible light curtain appeared, and the space he was in turned into a vacuum , Snowflakes are flying outside this space.
Finally, with the sound of a dragon roar, Ye Futian blasted out with a punch, the space trembles, a terrifying ape shadow appeared, and Jinpeng spread his wings and transformed into shape. This random punch seemed to penetrate the void, blasting towards In the distance, the void trembles everywhere.
Ye Futian closed his fist and took a deep breath. There was a powerful aura flowing on his body. The spiritual aura of all attributes in the world seemed to flow around his body, turning into a bright light curtain, flowing on him like water waves. Then gradually dissipated.
"Huh..." Ye Futian let out a suffocating breath, and both the mage and the martial arts realm, they all entered the heaven.
Practicing piano music on the Tianshan Mountains, before not knowing it, his mental power has been restored to its peak, and now even breaking through, it is really amazing.
Looking down at the rest of his life, this guy doesn't know when he will wake up. The artistic conception on the Tianshan Mountain is very suitable for understanding and practicing. It fits the world, especially when he plays the piano, the entire Tianshan Mountain is covered. Full of endless aura.
The body was sitting next to Yu Sheng again, in the snow, the soul of the piano appeared, and the sound of the piano played on Tianshan again.
The wonderful feeling reappeared, it seems that because of the breakthrough of the realm, it became clearer. He felt his spiritual will fit into the endless aura with the sound of the piano, into the endless aura that fell down. In the middle, it becomes one with it, and his spiritual will seems to be everywhere, falling down with snowflakes.
Under the top of the mountain, the Buddha is still keeping on stepping. His eyes are half-Buddha and half-evil, as if struggling. He can't hear the sound of the piano. Every step is extremely difficult, but he continues.
At this time, Buddha's brows were slightly frowned, and a bright Buddha's light flashed in his eyes, as if he had opened his eyes. He saw the aura of the sky flying down, the top of the Tianshan Mountains, among the snow falling down, as if Transformed by the endless aura, he even felt an invisible mental power.
"Who?" Fozi let out a voice.
There was silence in the void, no sound, and Buddha's eyes flickered. Could it be that the hiking trail was so exhausted that the fatigue produced the illusion?
At this moment, the spiritual energy above his head gathered frantically, and the endless snow and ice instantly condensed into one body and turned into an iceberg. The Buddha's expression suddenly changed, and the next moment, he heard a rumbling sound It was said that the iceberg came down with infinite pressure and went straight to his body. When he climbed the mountain, he was carrying the pressure of Tianshan Mountain. Now another tyrannical pressure is coming, and you can imagine that he will bear it. What kind of pressure.
He shouted, spit out the Sanskrit sound in his mouth, the **** appeared, the light of the Buddha was shining, as if to be intertwined into a spell, but at this moment, an invisible artistic conception descended, and all the spiritual energy between the sky and the earth seemed to be still. Floating a little bit, the spell could not condense and form.
"Why is this?" The Buddha's eyes showed a different color, and his eyes saw that the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, flowing slowly, hanging down toward the Tianshan Mountains, without His spiritual power was controlled, but the terrible iceberg had already arrived. He shouted, his physical power exploded, the Buddha's light was shining, and he raised his hand to blast out a tyrannical Buddhist seal.
"Boom!"
Buddha's body was directly suppressed and rolled down the mountain path, groaning, and vomiting a mouthful of blood.
His face is extremely ugly, who is dealing with him?
Only three people walked in front of him. Who are Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Hua Qingqing?
If it were them, why could they borrow the spirit of Tianshan?
As he was thinking, an ice storm swept toward him. He shuddered, stood up and ran down the mountain road, without even knowing who his opponent was. In this environment There is no chance of winning in the battle, only escape.
However, as he ran, the snowflakes floating around his body seemed to move. The wind whistled and swept out towards his body. Above the void, a series of sharp golden blades stabbed towards him. This is Take his life.
Buddha leaped suddenly and walked away from the sky, but instead of going up, he turned his body upside down and ran away at a very fast speed down the mountain.
The pressure on the Tianshan Mountain is from top to bottom, so when he flees downward, not only will his speed be unaffected, it may even be faster.
Assassinated by the sharp blade, the Buddha's legs slammed toward the sky, turning into huge golden footprints, with a loud bang, the sharp blade burst, and the footprints shattered. The Buddha continued to run and flee with the help of that momentum. He gradually felt the snow around him return to normal, and then stopped.
Buddha turned his head, staring at the sky above Tianshan Mountain, his face was extremely ugly, who did it on him?
Just when he was angry, the surrounding heaven and earth aura changed again, his face suddenly changed, and he turned into a golden streamer and went down the mountain without stopping.
On the Tianshan Mountain, Ye Futian, who played the piano music, had a slight chill on his face. Naturally, he was attacking the Buddha, only to control the aura of Tianshan with the power of the piano music.
However, his perception has not spread to the entire Tianshan Mountain, but a little bit of fusion. He faintly feels that with the help of the music, he can communicate the meaning of the two emperors remaining on the Tianshan Mountain, and thus control the entire Tianshan Mountain.
As time passed, more and more people went up and down the Tianshan Mountains, and Ye Futian's range of perception became stronger and stronger. Gradually, he was able to see the Dharma clock clearly in his perception, invisible. The golden bell covers the entire Tianshan Mountains, as if it is integrated with the Tianshan Mountains, suppressed here.
Similarly, Ye Futian also sensed the evil spirit of horror, and he saw the demon bird.
The huge and incomparable demon bird phantom occupies the entire Tianshan Mountains. From bottom to top, it opposes the Fazhong directly, giving Ye Futian the feeling that it is like a giant demon bird like a Tianshan mountain, in the Tianshan Mountains. Buried by Tianshan, suppressed by Fazhong.
Ye Futian naturally understood that this was not a real demon bird, but was also transformed by the will of the demon bird after death and integrated into the Tianshan Mountains.
What shocked Ye Futian even more was that the head of this huge demon bird phantom was near the top of the mountain and under his feet.
"Little Eagle."
When Ye Futian sensed the mystery of the Tianshan Mountains, he saw the small eagle. Just below the head of the demon bird, there was a terrible evil spirit on his body, as if to completely degenerate and turn into a demon bird.
He saw a narrow passage running through the top of the Tianshan Mountains to the Tianshan Mountains~IndoMTL.com~ It seems that the Black Wind Sculpture entered the Tianshan Mountains from there, and it was covered by snowflakes at this moment.
An invisible storm directly penetrated the passage, and the falling spiritual energy led to it. Ye Futian’s will penetrated directly into the Tianshan Mountains, and an extremely terrifying evil intention appeared in Ye Futian’s perception. The further inward, the stronger the evil thought.
Finally, Ye Futian's will came in front of the demon bird. At this moment, Ye Futian only felt that evil thoughts were overwhelming, and he wanted to swallow his spiritual will.
"Little Eagle." Ye Futian shouted, the endless evil spirit enveloped the Black Wind Eagle, which gave birth to a pair of terrifying magic wings, as if to transform the Devil Peng.
Looking back, Hei Feng Diao’s eyes were so bizarre that they didn’t look like Hei Feng Diao’s eyes at all. The cold and evil eyes stared forward, as if he could also perceive the existence of Ye Futian.
"Boom." A terrifying dark air stream swept out directly toward the front, drowning everything, and instantly engulfing Ye Futian's coming spiritual will.
On the Tianshan Mountains, Ye Futian who was playing the piano snorted, his face was pale, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly and was interrupted.
Ye Futian stood up and saw that he lifted his steps and walked to a place on the top of Tianshan Mountain. With his footsteps, the snow shattered and the passage appeared. Ye Futian stood above the passage and looked inside. After a glance, the soul of the piano appeared, and the sound of the piano sounded again, resonating with the heavens and the earth, introducing the meaning of Tianshan into oneself, and the endless aura fell down, toward the passage, and then Ye Futian stepped forward, his body toward that The passage fell down.
The sound of the piano is long, Ye Futian hugged the soul of the piano, headed directly towards the place where the black wind carving was, and quickly descended in front of the opponent, the incomparably terrifying evil spirit engulfed him, and in front of him was that statue An extremely huge ghost bird!