After the music consciousness that was hovering here was absorbed by the Music Emperor Tianjiao Dragon, the Music Emperor at this moment was already at the entrance of the fate prohibition of the Dark Great Realm, and immediately flashed inside.

The prohibition of fate is obviously not enough to restrict the music emperor who broke through, and the music emperor came to a cold and snowy world, and the feeling here is only extremely cold, and the music emperor has to gather his strength and stay in a combat state at any time to deal with such an extremely cold world.

As far as the eye can see, the entire field of view is a vast expanse of snow and ice, as well as a vast ice field. The consciousness of the music emperor condensed, and a heterogeneous notebook was buried deep in the ice field. The Music Emperor stretched out a finger, like an indestructible sword, cut through the deep burial place of the notebook, and took out the notebook in the air.

opened the notebook and wrote: "The barren and inhabited snow, monotonous and boring, the legendary god of beauty and war in heaven and earth, there is no trace at all.

The challenge of transcendence outside the world, only the dazed swaying, only the occasional dark stars are left, and the calm essence has never been able to resist the severe cold that must be improved at any time, proving that it is not self-sufficient.

The silent world, there are still only snowflakes all day long, and nothing else, no, there are still occasional violent ice and snow hits, wait quietly, move forward, more and more dangerous, and die

Life and death have reached the limit, gambling their lives, and it comes to an abrupt end. - Legend of the Emperor, Wen Tanglong"

The music emperor smashed his hand, and the notebook was incinerated and dissipated. The sky is like a thunderbolt, not controlled by the dark world, like a heavenly horse, after passing through the dark world, come to the dark world to see four people.

A person is being petrified by the first beautiful god of heaven and earth, and the person who is being petrified is so familiar. It feels like this in the heart of the music king. The other person was flying in a blue robe, fighting with the number one god of war in heaven and earth.

The fist and palm of the first god of war in heaven and earth are the extreme of strength, and the person in the blue robe is like a thousand tricks of hydration, it is to overcome rigidity with softness, in the ever-changing time, the music emperor and the first beauty god of heaven and earth look at each other, the music emperor instantly petrified and instantly broke the petrification, and the music emperor did not know why the road automatically lifted the petrification.

After carefully looking at the people who had been petrified before, just as he was surprised, the first beauty god of heaven and earth slowly spoke, "What a three-dimensional consciousness independent body of different eras. Dead one. Living two, the world says that I am the first beautiful god in heaven and earth, but I don't know that I am also the first martial god in life. 」

The music emperor saw that the other party pointed to the sky and the ground with the other. Beautiful as a peerless vixen. Don't dare to be careless. "Heaven and earth, I am the only one" The trick of the first beautiful god of heaven and earth came out of the world.

The music emperor recites the song in his mouth, "The Great Road Sanskrit". The hands swirled, the music enchantment was laid out, and the feet transformed "Breaking the Martial Arts".

The Sanskrit sound of the avenue was broken, blocking the slightest time, the music enchantment was swinging, and the move of breaking the martial arts was against the heavens and the earth, and it was the only move that I respected.

The Music Emperor was blasted back from the Dark Realm and the Dark Realm, leaving behind some blood-stained ice and snow land, on the other hand, the first beautiful god of heaven and earth was as immovable as a mountain, but he couldn't crack the Music Emperor's music barrier.

The Music Emperor returned to the back mountain of the Valley of the Wind, and after some breathing, he found a hot spring and soaked comfortably. Pondered: "The petrified person just now should be the author's consciousness of the Cosmic War Chronicle, the blue-robed man is the god of water, and the other two gods are gods independent of the pantheon, the newborn god, some people say that it is called the beginning of chaos, but it is not correct, but it is useless to know that the Tao is correct, because those two gods only exist in the dark realm and the dark realm. ”

The music emperor fell asleep comfortably, especially after coming out of the cold world, soaking in the hot spring is really one of the best enjoyments in the world. Until there was a noisy and noisy sound at the bottom of the mountain, which woke up the Music Emperor, and when he looked at it, Wang Gu was under attack by the enemy, and the black pressure on the crowd and siege weapons made the Music Emperor's heart move.

A strong wind blew away most of the enemy, and soon, Wang Gu repelled the incoming enemy, and the sound of celebration replaced the previous sound of war, which was also noisy, and the music emperor's heart moved again, and the music barrier blocked all sounds, so it was easy to sleep.

The music emperor felt tired, tired, especially mentally, and at this time only a big sleep could be liberated.

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"When the nature of things is known, that is to say, when things finally manifest themselves as they wish, that is, when they die. Wang Feng said, walking through the galaxy with his hands in his hand.

Wang Feng, who has also reached the extreme, has never been able to break the music barrier set up by the Music Emperor in the galaxy, wondering why the free God and the people who defy the sky can pass by, is his attribute different from the Music Emperor?

Whether the artistic bag and talent are not as high as his, or there is no artistic realm, Wang Feng, who wanders in the galaxy starry sky, has a hint of rebirth.

The world of the floating pot space is now so big that he doesn't know how big the road is, even if he knows the road, Wang Feng has no point to visit everywhere, Wang Feng gradually realized the taste of invincible loneliness, and it is almost impossible for dangerous events to happen. Escaping life, travel is one of the best things to do.

Wang Feng lay on his back on a green grassland in the floating pot space, thinking lightly about who became the peerless king of leisure! The way of heaven is what to do, not out of the world, this should be the author's identity. As for the most ancient romantic characters mentioned in the book, it is likely to be my Wang Feng, or the demon head or the emperor of music, when the light of the great god appears, it is the end of the time, the long years, life is sometimes passionate, sometimes full, brilliant is really only in a moment, often ordinary is the most, dull, light and meaningless.

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I love to go to the meeting of the two peaks, because the wind is the strongest, and I don't like to talk, because I come from the pass, and the pass where the two peaks meet is the hometown of the wind.

Whenever the moon sets on the earth, I sit alone and listen to the howling of the wind! They say that I am a wolf, lost in troubled years. Sing a song called life, but I don't know what life is, where is the home of the wind?

Colorful and brilliant night, the lights in the house are a little dim, we burn endless warmth, although the air is a little bleak, there will be a day, there will be a day, there will be a day, there will be a day, there will be a day, we will fly to the sky outside the sky.

There will be that day, there will be that day, we will have our own space, there will be that day, there will be that day, we will have more and better tomorrow, there will be that day, there will be that day, and we will never regret our road.

The pain is also painful, and I will never admit defeat until the worst, God will give me such a bitter time and again, there is no way back, there is no end, there is no courage, I will not run away from this road, I will chase with my life, is it destined to face the mercy of the sky, and never admit defeat.

Stop the fear of retreating to the cliff, drying the scars of life, the price of bravery is to let go of yourself first, love is ruthless and everything becomes fake, longing to sprinkle, and then hurt, touch the long-lost struggle, the price of happiness may only be instantaneous, and dare not want it, failure has been dense, only life can be trampled, if you can be careless, what can God do, dare to love, dare to hate, dare to lose, do not want the end of the world, just want to fall happily.

Are you afraid of failure, have you forgotten the setback, your heart is waiting for the rain to fall, the struggle has reached your cheeks, are you afraid of being confused, is your heart dead, and another step is just a cliff.

The sunset sends away the sunset, the past shines on the heart, fate can't tolerate personal melancholy, life is destined to face layer after layer of waves, and it can't break through the literary network, so I have to take you to drift and see how hard it will take to repay you in this life.

Can't get good grades, can only be quiet sadness, even if the readers of the world can't give fate, it's all a last generation of self-absurdity, maybe you shouldn't stubbornly look for it, the sea will also have a boiling yearning, if you are willing to be by my side stupidly, willing to meet the wind and snow again and again - can't break through the love network but take you to drift. (To be continued......)