Su Yin didn't go to see Tianheng.

She could hear the malice hidden in the other party's voice even if her ears were ruined. Besides, she still had countless memory fragments to support her.

Destruction is established.

Everything that happens at this moment is inevitable to destruction. The only difference is: what posture is it when it moves to destruction?

Su Yin sighed silently.

I have changed nearly a thousand postures but nothing is useful. I am tired and now I just want to squat in a quiet end of the world.

Seeing that Ye Dao... The girl named Su was silent, Tianheng frowned, with a look quite unwilling.

But after thinking carefully for a while, his face changed to a gentle expression, and he spread his sleeves and said with a smile:

"After telling the truth, I actually have no intention of being an enemy of a fellow Taoist. Now, looking at the expression of a fellow Taoist, I dare to guess. I am not here to fight against you. I wonder if this is correct?"

Yes, it's really right.

Looking up at the dazzling meteor shower under the dome, Su Yin said silently in her heart.

I have fought for hundreds of times, which one is not a der? Since the result remains unchanged, it is better to watch the meteors to give some senses and afford it.

After squinting his eyes and looking at Su Yin for a moment, seeing that she was still indifferent, Tianheng felt relieved and said in a warm voice:

"My fellow Taoist will not speak, so I will agree. Since this is the case, it is better for us to take a step back and guarantee our lives. We will never make things difficult for fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Tao

"Go back?" Su Yin finally retracted her gaze from the meteors in the sky and swept to Tianheng:

"Tell me where else can I go? Is there any place in this world that I can go?" She shook her head with a funny look, pressing the strings with one hand.

Seeing this, Tianheng's face suddenly turned bright, the golden seal between his eyebrows lit up, and the rumbling thunder rolled across the sky.

He had seen the power of this piano, and he was already facing a great enemy at this time. He only thought that once the sound of the piano was different, he would immediately use the technique of golden thunder.

However, the imagined murderous intent has not arrived for a long time.

The slender fingers swept across the strings of the piano. The music was as cold as the cold springs in the mountains and the clear streams by the cliffs. Although it was uneven, it had a sense of scattering and scattering.

But that's all.

The sound attack that Zeng Ling Tianheng also felt fearful, the devouring power with a hint of the meaning of the way of heaven did not exist in this musical rhyme.

It's just a pure casual play.

Tianheng's expression was slightly stagnant.

Then, the golden seal between his eyebrows faded little by little.

Somehow, he tasted a strong sense of fatigue in the sound of the piano, and the woman sitting cross-legged on the green lotus seemed to have transformed into a general who returned home for many battles.

The general is old, covered in frost and snow, sitting alone in the deserted wilderness, playing the piano and sighing.

In fact, even if you don’t listen to the piano, just look at Su Yin’s expression at this time, Tianheng also felt a kind of laziness in his bones, as if he had lost interest in everything.

Then why are you still running in a fierce manner?

Is it really just to save a Tianxin?

Duh! I really don’t know what’s up.

Tianheng's expression was slightly cold, and his old face was as cold as frost. He raised his head with his eyebrows and eyes, and looked around.

The dome is dazzling, and the meteors fall like rain. Half of the floating island occupied by the black dragon has already penetrated into Shizuka, and the operation of the formation has not been delayed at all.

He was worried, and secretly communicated with the "maggots of swallowing time" with his divine thoughts.

The black dragon is just its transformation, and its true body is an ugly maggot that feeds on time. The reason why it can transform into a dragon is just to borrow a little "luck" from those monsters and spirits.

Valley

As long as you have good luck, the rotten meat in the mud can also be transformed into a unique Tai Sui that is rare in the world. What's more, this "maggot that swallows time" is extremely rare, and it is not bad compared to a real dragon.

It took Tianhengzu hundreds of years to refine this object. Now, the spiritual consciousness of the maggot that swallows time is closely connected to the four-pole array, and any external changes cannot escape its sight.

【Nothing happens】

Tianheng quickly received a reassuring response.

This shows that in a short while, his long wish for many years will be fulfilled.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and Tianheng's expression remained unchanged. When he flipped his wrist, a simple cushion appeared at his feet.

He slid his sleeves, sat down directly, waved his hand, and a jade case appeared in front of him, with wine and fruit on the table, and a pot of spiritual tea.

"But I don't expect that fellow Taoist has such a good mood, but I am lucky enough to be like this. I have turned a song of the immortal sound of fellow Taoist, please, please."

As he spoke, a small red painted table appeared in front of Su Yin, and the table was also filled with wine and fruit spirit tea.

For a moment, the fragrance of the fairy food drifted everywhere, not only clearing the treacherousness of this alien space, but also fading the atmosphere of sword-pull between the two.

This is the most obvious way to procrastinate. Su Yin could see it with her heel, but she didn't point it out. She had a moment in her hand and plucked the strings without a moment, and she said leisurely:

"Tianheng, how did you get this formation?"

"Just by chance." Tianheng was determined to delay, and answered quite quickly.

But, saying this means not saying it.

It was a coincidence that I farted.

Su Yin rolled her eyes in her heart, and expected that he would not be able to tell the truth to herself.

Just by your attitude, it would be unfair to die a few hundred times before. Even if I just sit there and don’t move, I can kill you with one hand.

Thinking of this, Su Yin didn't have the intention to kill it again. Just think of it as an experiment this time. After frowning, she changed direction and continued to ask:

"With the view of fellow Taoists, what level of cultivation can we achieve before we can break this formation?"

She smiled, and then made it opener and began to talk to Tianheng to heart: "To be honest with fellow Taoists, just rely on my forty-meter-long sword..."

She choked with a "choke" and pulled out the black-wire driver, slashed in the eyes of the latter's sudden terror, and said:

"Add another sound of the moment string..."

The strings in the sea of ​​consciousness vibrated with thoughts and made a very heavy buzzing sound. The buzzing sound and the sharp edge of the blue blade seemed to be in harmony. From the handle of the knife to the tip of the knife, a faint white light passed through.

In an instant, the flying stars and the four-colored domes were all lost, and the falling floating island stopped for a moment under the pressure of white light.

Tianheng could no longer maintain his calmness.

At this moment, his wrinkled face was already full of horror.

He thought.

This thought has not appeared in his heart for a long time.

Even though there was no murderous intention on the other party at this moment, he thought he could not stop the knife just because of this joke-like display.

What's more, the white light felt like it was splitting the chaos and clearly distinguishing the universe. It was no longer the power of magic, but...

Near the way of heaven.

Or is it the way of heaven.
Chapter completed!