The Strongest Crossing of Great Realms

The moonlight of late autumn is clear and cold, faint, soft, like flowing water, and quietly pours into the room through the window, decorating the mottled bamboo floor.

Under the transparent bamboo pavilion on all sides, an old long shadow pulled by the moonlight lay quietly on the yellow bamboo leaves.

"Ding Dong ..."

Quiet cold night, a low bamboo table in front of me, a jug of wine, a wine glass on the table, and a white flawless rice paper accompanied by the gentle cold wind.

A plain light shirt was added, and my eyes were deep and indifferent, but if I looked carefully, I could see the depths of my eyes, and there was a touch of thought and sadness.

With **** holding up the wine glass, the clear jade liquor spilled on the side of the glass as the wine glass tilted, and the wine fragrance instantly dissipated, eroding the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the garden in the cold moonlight.

Fill it again with a glass of wine, raise the glass, pause slightly in the direction of the moon, and then drink it.

As if there were people around the square table, Ye Zhen respected every glass of wine.

Putting down the wine glass, with an experience unimaginable by ordinary people, Ye Zhen could only describe the word vicissitudes.

The comparison between Ye Zhen's age and Xiao Wu is just a child, but every experience is urging himself to grow. When the night is quiet, Ye Zhen often spit out a long spit of gas to relieve the depression in his heart.

At the end of each world, we must be busy summing up and merging the gains of this world, and then preparing for the next world. There is really very little time to spend with the four women.

Only Ye Zhen himself knew how much pressure and responsibility was behind the appearance, but Ye Zhenye couldn't stop his day.

Ye Zhen missed the days when he was in an orphanage when he was dependent on his eldest sister. When he was admitted by Father Ye, he faced his stubbornness and rebellion. He always smiled wisely.

After drinking a glass of wine and babies who are about to be born, the corners of their mouths and eyes are unconsciously floating on a touch of expectation and thoughts, the four women have no resentment and regrets, and the continuation of their bloodlines.

Even the moonlight seemed to sense Ye Zhen's thoughts. The falling moonlight gathered around Ye Zhen's body, turning the bamboo leaf courtyard into an ocean of silvery light.

With a light smile on his face, the color of dark gold merged into a brush at the fingertips, and thick ink was splattered. For a moment, pure white rice paper was wrapped in the light of dark golden light. "Sorrow" goes up in joy.

The bright green lotus flickered in the eyebrows. The next moment, at the place of the model, a green lotus mark bloomed, clearly printed, but as long as the eyes fell on the rice paper, the green lotus seemed to leave the paper and hover in the air. .

"Ha ha…"

On the silent cold night, Ye Zhen chuckled a little. "Unexpectedly, this sentiment, the poem made by condensed thoughts turned out to be a magic weapon for shoulders."

Especially when Ye Zhen felt it, he left a mark of his own soul on the paper. In this way, the original ordinary calligraphy and painting was immediately upgraded by another grade.

Under the infusion of Ye Zhen in all aspects, everything has become a magic weapon of the scroll, and finally changed from a magic weapon to a spiritual treasure!

This is like a very high-level craftsman, forging a piece of iron into an artifact!

Holding this scroll in the future will not only be able to launch soul-level attacks on opponents, let the enemies fall into endless sorrow, but also issue nine-colored godfire armor to attack the enemy, and inject their soul power into the scroll. Play like a green light ring.

As for the power, it depends on the strength of the caster's own soul.

Due to the nature of this paper, even if it is injected with the strongest imprint of the spirit power and fur's emotional law, it will only be a spiritual treasure in the end.

However, this is already very difficult to imagine. After all, the birth of a Lingbao, even if it is Ye Zhen who has obtained the forging technique of the Longyuan family, needs a spiritual material. Turning everything into an immortal is very beyond imagination.

Let this scroll, which has contracted to the size of a palm, voluntarily suspend above the bamboo table.

As for the spiritual light born by Lingbao, Ye Zhen had just wiped it out when he first appeared.

Inadvertently created a joy of Lingbao that slightly dilutes the sadness of missing. Although Lingbao has almost no effect on Ye Zhen, it can be given to the four women as a gift. After all, this book is integrated into him. For all the love of the four women.

Leaping slightly, Ye Zhen fell on the slightly inclined bamboo pavilion roof as if without any weight, and a guzheng was supported by the crossed knees.

The guzheng, which is as smooth as jade, gently moves the strings, as if the sound of gold beads falling into the jade plate sounded.

At the same time, I heard that the ears are just beginning, but the time has passed. The Shrek Seven Monsters and Flanders who picked up their lamps to do their homework, even the villagers who have fallen asleep, are all involuntarily facing towards Zhen Zhen. That is, looking at the direction of the fairy sound source.

All the people who heard Xianyin not only didn't feel the sound was noisy to sleep and study, but had a very unique feeling.

The soul seemed to be baptized in an inexplicable sorrow.

"It's Brother Ye" Everyone put down their pens, exhaled, and gritted their teeth slightly. This faint faint sound was really unpleasant to listen to, so why not get closer?

When you think of it, it feels as if you have a rhinoceros. Shrek's seven monsters spend a few breaths all gathered outside the bamboo leaf court.

Listening to the fairy sounds in the ear, watching Yuehua converge, floating on a bamboo table, the size of a slap, rolling Lingbao, and then looking at the eyes of the pavilion with lightly closed eyes, Ye Zhen stroking the strings, a young dancer who just prepared What I wanted to say swallowed.

"Brother Ye ... what's wrong, is it homesick? But why did I feel a strong love in Brother Ye's playing, isn't it ..."

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong Qiao, who also thought of something, flushed slightly, then looked at each other, snorted coldly, and then turned their heads to see no one.

However, this humming chirp, but destroyed the strange world of note construction.

Ye closed his eyes slightly frowning, and the original zheng song changed suddenly!

A trace of murderous energy, like a cobweb, spread out instantly, covering all seven.

Everyone was shocked. The cobweb-like murderous spirit seemed faint, but it gave everyone a very deadly feeling, feeling that they were completely wrapped in a world full of endless aura.

They dare not retreat, because they will be noticed by this fierce breath with a slight movement. Tang San just raised his hand slightly, and his body somehow appeared to be cut, revealing his skin, and a dark red light told them, Waiting for them is definitely the result of the body turning into pieces!

As the tune is about to reach its peak, the original murderousness has already made it visible to the naked eye!

At this time, all seven of Shrek were pulled into another world by Ye Zhen's trace of murderous energy through the tune.

The blood of the corpse mountain is full of blood red light, the rain in the sky is the blood rain, and the foot of the foot is the peak of thousands of human cruel limbs!

And all around, it is a sea of ​​endless blood ...

However, just as the tune was about to reach its peak, Ye Zhen suddenly pressed down with both hands, and the zither strings stopped trembling instantly, but then a sharp sound wave spread instantly.

The seven people watching at the periphery of the courtyard were immediately awake, all of them fell to the ground, panting, their eyes were full of fear, their bodies were wet with sweat, and everyone seemed to have just been taken out of the water. It ’s the same, even the cold sweat is low, everyone's feet are so wet!

"You guys, have you finished your homework?"

When everyone was really awake, Ye Zhen had appeared in front of his eyes, his hands were behind him, his face whispered calmly.

At this time, the talents found that the place where they were cut by the sharp breath before them turned out to be intact!

"Fantasy! When?"

As soon as everyone's nerves were tightened again, they didn't know how they were successful, that is to say, if someone was going to kill them during this period, it shouldn't be too simple.

"Brother Ye, are you okay to play any piano in the middle of the night, and let us hit your illusion?" Xiao Wu pouted her mouth slightly, but what she saw just now shook her in shock.

Ye Zhen smiled bitterly and whispered "I haven't settled with you yet, but you blame me and disturbed my cultivation mood, but only let you enter the environment with small punishments."

"Moreover, after the killing in the song, your resistance to murderous abilities has improved a lot, and even your soul has solidified a lot. This is very good for your future development. Don't get cheap and sell well" Ye Zhen chuckled Tao, just looking at a few people's eyes is a bit strange.

This kind of gaze is clearly looking at the seven, but it looks like looking elsewhere.

"Brother Ye, what is that?"

They came here and noticed that besides Ye Zhen, it was the size of a slap suspended on a bamboo table.

"Oh, the artifact," Ye Zhen whispered softly, and the eight men instantly appeared in the bamboo pavilion.

"We ..." Everyone was shocked, and just now they were here in the blink of an eye.

"You will understand after a while. If you have the ability to see, you can go and see for yourself." Ye Zhen's words fell, and the seven found Ye really missing.

For a moment, the real artifact in Ye Zhen's mouth caught the eyes of seven people, but just when everyone wanted to reach out and touch, the book of "Sorrow" suddenly burst into a dark golden light.

The next moment, Tang San woke up suddenly, and after waking up, Tang San found out that he did not know when he had returned to the dormitory.

"Dream?"

Ye Zhen had just rejected this idea in his heart, because the Oscar who was in the same bedroom as himself was awake from asleep, and besides the sweat that drenched his clothes, they also had a lot of cuts. Mark of....

"hiss..."

Such a weird thing suddenly made the two eyes opposite each other take a breath, and a crisp feeling spread from the top of the head to the back.

So did the other five.