Chapter 457: Return to life

"Well, you can have today's achievements at such an age, and it's not luck."
Feeling Ye Chenfeng’s determination to pursue the Supreme Avenue, beyond the hearts of ordinary people, the snow can not help but be infected, showing the color of approval.
She has a feeling that maybe Ye Chenfeng can really change the fate of the ethereal mountain, let the phoenix mountain phoenix nirvana, and the fire reborn.
"Well, Ye Chenfeng, my remnant soul is on the verge of oil, and at this point in time, I will print the topographic map of the fairyland in your mind, and the rest will depend on you. "The fire of the soul is getting dim and the snow is faint and weak."
"Reassure to the predecessors, the younger generation assured you that there must be a day of resurrection in the mountains." Ye Chenfeng nodded and promised in public.
"Good, I believe in you."
When finished, the snow is running out of the last soul power, and the topographic map of the ethereal wonderland is forcibly printed in the soul of Ye Chenfeng.
"Ye Chenfeng, if one day, you fly up to Tianyu, remember to come to the Heavenly Palace to find me, I hope you and I have a good day."
There is a saying that the snow of the ethereal soul is slowly extinguished and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Tianyu, I will definitely go."
Ye Chenfeng clenched his fist and sweared.
......
"Morning wind, the ancestors of the ethereal?"
When Ye Chenfeng walked out from the depths of the mountain forest alone, everyone immediately surrounded them, and asked for the snow drifting.
"The ethereal predecessors and I said something about the ethereal fairyland, and then the fire of her soul was extinguished." Ye Chenfeng whispered.
"Hey, there is no ancestral ancestor to help, in the strength of my strength, I am afraid that this catastrophe will not be able to return to the sky, we still have to find a place to settle down, recuperate, and wait for opportunities to come back."
Snow Tianchi sighed softly, his face said blankly.
"Yes, Tianchi said yes, the magic wind cloud stepped into the second level of beasts, and his strength is not something you can compete with. Besides the magic wind, the opponent has two half-step battles. Beastmaster master, blind counterattack will only increase casualties."
The faintly suppressed physical injury, the cedar piano that is about to reach the end of life, came over with a floating elder elder, and said weakly.
When she spoke, she suddenly gave off a fierce cough, and the pale face showed a rosy anger, and the whole person seemed to have a spirit.
But everyone sees the red light on the face of Cedars, and they don’t like it, because they know that this is a return to light, which means that the life of Cedar has come to an end.
"Taiwanese elders, you..."
Looking at the cedar piano that the fire of life may be extinguished at any time, the snow drifting zero and others have produced tears and pains in the heart, and the cedar piano that has been dedicated to the rafting of the mountain has died like this.
"Don't be sad for me, I can see you before I die. I am content, promise me, don't take revenge if I don't have enough strength."
The cedar piano has already set aside life and death. Looking at the familiar faces of the snow, she has a smile on her old face.
"Taiwanese elders, maybe you still have a save."
In the atmosphere, the people in the misty mountains were in sorrow, and when the swordsman and others walked away, Ye Chenfeng suddenly spoke.
"Morning wind, you have a way to save the life of the elders."
When I heard Ye Chenfeng say, the eyes of everyone’s eyes brushed toward Ye Chenfeng, and the snow drifted a little excited.
"Well, but I am not 100% sure, but the success rate should be 60%."
The snow pine piano is too heavy and overdraw the body. Ye Chenfeng can't guarantee that the spirit of life can come back to life and save her from stepping into the gate of the ghost gate.
"Ye Chenfeng, you are going to save my spirits, it should be very precious." Xue Songqin looked at the biggest change of the misty mountain, Ye Chenfeng, slowly asked.
"There are no more precious things, no life is precious." Ye Chenfeng smiled a little, and said indifferently: "If you have no chance, you can fight again. If you have no life, you will be gone."
"Well, if you can really pull my old bones back from the dead door, my cedar piano life is yours, let you send." Xuesong Qin did not refuse, the gray eyes also ignited Silk machine.
"Let's go to elders, you come with me."
Ye Chenfeng didn't want to expose the spirit of life in public, and supported the extremely weak cedar piano. He came to the depths of the forest and gathered a few lines of pattern. He banned a small space and took out a group of human spirits. .
Although the spirit of this group is used, the number of the spirits of Ye Chenfeng is only four, but he does not care. He believes that with the improvement of his own strength, the use of the soul will be more and more important to him. The smaller.
"This is...the spirit of life!"
Looking at the hands of Ye Chenfeng, slowly flowing, the white light spirit with the artistic conception of the glory, the cedar piano reveals a hint of excitement.
"Well, this life spirit is what I got at the end of Beihai Prefecture!" Ye Chenfeng nodded and said: "Because the elders, you sit down and relax, don't think about anything, left Give it to me."
"It's working!"
Cedar piano sat on the floor with his knees closed, closing his eyes and handing his fate to Ye Chenfeng.
"The way of life, cure!"
The crime of Xuesong Qin is too serious. Ye Chenfeng did not blindly integrate the spirit of life into her body. Instead, she condensed the lines of the ten-way life and infiltrated into the body of the snow-song piano to nourish her body.
"The meaning of life!"
Xue Songqin did not think that Ye Chenfeng was not only aware of the kendo, the meaning of the saga, the illusion of the Tao, but also the realization of his future, and the expectation of his future. .
She has a feeling that if Ye Chenfeng does not fall, his future achievements will probably surpass the snow and become a new legend of the soul of the mainland.
"The Spirit of Life, Fusion!"
Ye Chenfeng controls the way of life and nourishes the body of the cedar piano, and slowly begins to melt the spirit of life into her body.
With the little integration of the spirit of life, the fire of life that the cedar piano is about to extinguish is burning more and more vigorous, her pale hair and dry skin gradually recovering.
"Master, do you say that the morning breeze can save the lives of the elders?"
Anxiously waited for more than three hours, the snow drifting on the face was full of worries, worried and asked, if the cedar piano fell, it would be a heavy blow to the misty mountains in the storm.
"Believe the morning breeze, he will certainly save the lives of the elders."
Thinking of the miracles that Ye Chenfeng has repeatedly created, Xue Tianchi’s heart is calm and waits patiently.
Time passes by, and as the red day gradually disappears into the depths of the forest, the sky is getting dark. Two familiar figures are bathed in the dusk, and slowly walk along the broken wooden branches that fall on the ground.
"Taiwanese elders..."
Looking at the revitalization of the cedar piano and Ye Chenfeng walked side by side, the snow drifting and others' eyes were rosy.
Ye Chenfeng saved the life of Xuesong Qin by means of anti-sky, and also saved the hope of the misty mountain.
It’s just that Ye Chenfeng can use his own power to turn the tide, change the fate of the floating mountain, crush the plot of the magic wind and other people, and win the heavenly inheritance in the ethereal fairyland. Only God knows.