[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

"However, the flower spirit never told me about the way to break the formation."

Qian Yu said in a soft voice, with an expression of grievance.

Prince Changqin stroked the top of his hair.

The blue sky is vast and vast, and the vegetation is boundless.

These three people standing between the mountains and rivers of this world are like a drop in the ocean, a flower that blooms out of the dust, so small that it is extremely small, and it becomes great for no reason.

Prince Changqin looked around, then looked up at the golden crow hanging high in the sky, and suddenly smiled.

"Hold the sun and the moon in your arms, and build a bridge of the Milky Way. I really don't know what it feels like?"

His pair of eyes reflected the golden sunlight, which disappeared from the deep sea of ​​the past, the shadow of the moon and the water waves, the lake light and autumn water are as clear and light as the clear blue sky, gentle and calm, it seems that people can easily see the depth of the lake at a glance. Here, the source of the blue sky.

It's so pure and thorough that it doesn't look like a prince's Changqin.

The lips of the young man with golden pupils moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was stunned by the movement of the prince Changqin rising from the ground.

Prince Changqin's brilliant and gorgeous fairy power is pushed to the extreme, like an arrow leaving a string, a bird breaking a cage, fiercely splitting through the high clouds, and directly aiming at the golden crow!

Feng Jun and Jian Yu were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and followed the footsteps of Prince Changqin without any hesitation.

There are ten thousand feet between heaven and earth.

Prince Changqin reached the highest point in the sky in the blink of an eye.

There should have been everything there, and there should have been nothing.

Not now.

A scorching hot round ball hangs here calmly and silently, the jet-black body is fiercely wrapped by continuous flames, like a monster with teeth and claws, trampled on his torso contentedly.

Prince Changqin looked at him quietly, stretched out his hand, and embraced the huge fireball in his arms.

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